Arranged marriage? Check.
Cocky new husband? Check.
It's a marriage of convenience—one I’m determined to keep strictly professional. I can't be stupid enough to fall for this sexy playboy's charm or advances. I have to be strong, even if he is my husband.
Except he has a huge cock with an even bigger ego, and his main goal in life seems to be getting me to stroke both. The arrogant bastard is like sweet, sugary candy for my libido. I know he’s bad for me.
But I want to devour every wicked inch of him.
With his sexual prowess and experience, I know he’ll be explosive in the bedroom. And since we’re stuck together for the foreseeable future—keeping up this marriage charade long enough to turn the company profitable again—I deserve something to look forward to at the end of a long workday, right?
What could one little taste hurt?
This is volume 2 in the Imperfect Love series.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Just a little tight, is all.”
I inhale through my nose. I have to shove the pregnancy stuff to the back corner of my brain. We’re a long way off from Olivia letting me pump her full of my semen anyhow, so why am I stressing about it now? The first step is showing her how compatible we can be.
And that starts now.
I smile at her. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
I grab a bottle of massage oil from the hall closet and return to the living room. The soft jazz music seems to float in the air, creating a pleasant buzz in the atmosphere.
Olivia’s eyes widen when I rejoin her on the couch, but she doesn’t question me.
“I’ll give you a massage,” I suggest. “Take off your sweatshirt.”
Olivia flinches, chewing on her lip while she watches me. “But I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
That’s the idea. “I promise not to look.”
She hesitates for another second, then turns her back to me and pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. The creamy canvas in front of me is one to be admired. The twin dimples in her lower back near the band of her leggings would make lesser men weep.
I warm a few drops of oil between my palms and rest my hands on her stiff shoulders.
“Relax. Okay?”
Marry the girl I’ve had a
crush on my whole life? Check.
Inherit a
hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir… Wait, what?
I have ninety days to
knock up my brand-new fake wife. There’s only one problem—she hates my guts.
And in the fine print of
the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir.
She can’t stand to be in
the same room with me. Says she’ll never be in my bed.
But I’ve never backed down
from a challenge and I’m not about to start now.
Mark my words—I’ll have
her begging for me, and it won’t take ninety days.
A New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen titles, Kendall
Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into
several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published
author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an
independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012,
she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world.
Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller
lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications
as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
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