Page 95 of Wicked Praise

“I’m not sharing you. No one else is touching this pussy. You get it, Bella? Me. No one else.”

From that point, they hadn’t discussed it again.

Bella told him she’d quit her job and would spend her days learning everything she could about her family business.

At night when he got home, she’d ask him business questions and damn if he didn’t feel like a hero helping her.

Each night Bella cooked while he looked over her notes from the day.

“How do I find out if the company has a governing board or an executive board?” she asked one night.

“Bella, you’re a shareholder already. You can ask for copies of the board meeting minutes,” Blake said, running his eyes over her questions.

“That would mean contacting him,” she said, shaking her head and stirring the sauce.

“Your lawyers can do that. Or you may be able to access them online,” he retorted.

“I have so much to learn.” She sighed, turning off the heat and leaning her hip on the countertop.

Sexy as fuck in her Verity & Co. blue jeans and a simple white T-shirt.

“But it’s learnable and you’re smart as hell. We have a few months left, so keep reading and ask all the questions you want,” Blake had said.

He was so turned on watching her become a sexy businesswoman each night that Blake would pull the cooking utensil out of her hand, lift her onto the marble counter, and take his time lapping at her sexy clit.

Then they’d eat dinner, and she’d fall asleep in his arms.

It was insane how easily she fit into his life.

Even Jacob was making time to visit and get to know his soon-to-be sister-in-law. He’d never let on he knew the marriage wasn’t legit and thank God for that.

Equally, Bella would make sure she put away her research when they had visitors, not wanting anyone to get a hint of what she was doing.

But now the time was up.

Tomorrow the media release with their engagement announcement would go out and the nation would know who Bella truly was.

That was going to be huge for both of them.

It was also their engagement party. They’d only given their guests a week’s notice, and the invites had demanded their confidentiality.

And they had all honored that.

Thank fuck.

Because what had been simmering in the background between them unsaid was Clause 44.1.

The termination clause.

Before the engagement party, either of them could terminate the agreement with twenty-four hours’ notice.

Both sets of lawyers had said there must be a cooling down period, given there was no other termination available to them. Aside from a breach.

He knew Bella was nervous and in truth he had considered it a number of times.

Getting married.

To save his business.

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