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“It doesn’t. I think you should absolutely take some time off.” I drop the box on the island of drawers in the middle of the dressing room. “You don’t have to work at all if you don’t want to. I’ve got plenty of money, and either this house needs to be redone or you need to find a new one that makes you happy. Or you can just put the coffee maker to work and sit in the garden. I don’t care. I want you to be happy.” I tuck her socks away in the drawer and then set the tape dispenser and pen set on a shelf. I turn and take her hands. “Tell me what’s going to make you happy.”

“Why does it matter to you?” She searches my eyes, and I’m not certain what she’s looking for.

“Because you’re going to be my wife.”

“That’s it?”

“Isn’t that everything?” I’m confused. The bed just over her shoulder reminds me that the one time I truly understood her, the time that we’re on the same wavelength is when we’re naked and in bed. I reach around and clasp the back of her neck. “I know exactly how to make you happy.”

Chapter Sixteen

Lucy

As annoyed as I am, I let him kiss me. There is something in his kiss that soothes me and makes me forget about everything else that is going on. I sigh, melting into him. I’m starting to blur too many lines when it comes to him. This fake marriage feels all too real.

“Damn it,” Wyatt growls against my mouth before releasing me from the kiss. It’s then I hear the doorbell ringing. I was so lost in him the world could have exploded around me and I would have no clue. “Don’t lose that look, beautiful,” he says before leaving the bedroom.

I reach up, touching my lips. He kisses me as if I’m his lover. There is so much passion packed into it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that we were actually a young couple who’s crazy in love with one another. I push those thoughts to the back of my head, reminding myself not to make this more than it is.

I suppose he does love me, but not in the way I want. I follow him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I watch as he answers the door, taking in a bunch of packages. I glance down at the delivery, seeing a lot of new things—most of which are pink.

“You’re really trying to sell this marriage thing. I’m pretty sure your uncle isn’t going to come over here and investigate.” I force a laugh.

“I’m not trying to sell anything.” He sets the box down before making his way back toward me. I hold my hands out to stop him from getting any closer, knowing that every time he gets his hands on me, I forget everything else.

“No kissing.” I watch him have an inner battle with himself. He knows if he keeps coming I will let him kiss me. That dominant side of Wyatt keeps coming out. The one I had no idea even existed before this. A side of him that more than turns me on.

“You like kissing me.”

“I do,” I agree, making him smirk. I roll my eyes. “You can’t just kiss me then give me an orgasm to get your way. It’s not fair.”

“Fine. I’ll give you this one.”

“This one?”

“Sometimes I think you just need to be kissed so you can get out of that head of yours. You worry too much.”

“It’s my life. I should worry about it.”

He shakes his head, not agreeing with me. “Not when you’re putting it into my hands. Don’t you trust me?”

I lick my lips, nodding. It’s the truth; I do trust him. “You know I do. You’re the closest person to me. My best friend.” My everything. I keep that last part to myself. That’s why I worry. I don’t want our relationship to get ruined and my heart shattered. I’m not sure I could stand it. I’ve only just put the pieces back together from losing my mom. He played a big part in that. One that I will be forever grateful for.

“You’re my best friend too. You know there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. Trust me. This is all going to work out.” He closes the distance between us. “Hasn't this been nice?”

I rest my hands on his chest. “The orgasms?” I laugh, ducking my head at the same time. I know my face is flushing.

“Being close. Holding you in bed last night. It felt right.”

I swallow, lifting my head. “It was nice. I should have known you’d be a cuddler.”

“I knew you’d be a cover stealer.”

“I am not,” I huff. He pulls me down onto the sofa with me in his lap. I shift, wanting to face him and end up straddling him. He grips my hips, his nostrils flaring. I can feel his cock press into me.

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