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Maddie's eyes narrow, but she sinks slowly back into her chair. I take that as my cue to press on.
“It’s a long story. It has to do with a patriarchal order, so I’m sure you will disapprove. But I need a fiancé. It’s a temporary arrangement, six months to a year.” I rush through the words, ignoring her dropped jaw. “Compensation will include a million dollars upon completion of the contract.”
“You . . . you want me to MARRY you? After you refused to . . . to . . .” Maddie sputters.
“To fuck you?” I supply, unable to stop myself, heat spreading through my body. I imagine that if I had given in, I wouldn’t be this hung up on her. Maybe if I’d had her, she wouldn’t be living in my head rent free.
“Is this some kind of a twisted joke? You said you don’t do relationships,” she spits, her tone dripping with unmistakable indignation.
“Not marriage,” I correct her coolly. “Engagement. A fake one. You will publicly play the doting fiancé, especially when my father is around. Or any other people, really. But we would retain separate private lives.”
As she gapes wordlessly, I push forward.
“You'd live with me in my townhouse in Greenwich Village, of course. My father must see that we share living quarters. Where do you live now?”
“On East Seventy-seventh Street, with my sisters,” she almost whispers.
I stand up, moving closer. Her surprise shifts to something else as I grab her arm and pull her to stand in front of me. In these dastardly heels, she almost reaches my nose. I can’t say I dislike it. I would only have to lean in slightly to brush her soft lips with mine.
“We’ve shared some . . . uh . . . intimacy already,” I begin delicately, mincing words. “It would make the acting all the more convincing. But it would all be just for show.” Unable to resist, I reach out and graze her arm. Her breath catches. Our gazes light on one another, the air suddenly molten.
“What do you say?” I trail my fingers down to brush her wrist, feeling her pulse's frantic hum echoing my own raging heartbeat.
“So, we’d be sort of like . . . roommates?” She lifts her head to me, a strand of her hair brushing my arm, sending me into a near catatonic state.
I haven’t considered all the details of this arrangement for too long. For example, I haven’t taken into account how I would manage to live in the same house with a girl whose beauty and sweetness make me lose all sense of myself. Even if it is in a large brownstone.
“Something like that, yeah,” I force out, my body breaking into a sweat. “Just with a bit more room than you’d have in college.”
Her lips tremble. I want to taste them and stop the soft quaking with my own mouth. As a hot tear escapes down her cheek, I can’t help but reach out and wipe it away with my finger, cursing myself for making her cry.
“And you think that’s what I would want?” she asks quietly, batting away more tears.
I reach for her chin and lift her face to me. “I still remember every detail, Little Bird, if that’s what you’re wondering.” She gasps, her eyes lifting to mine, glistening. “But I warned you. I don’t want you to get attached to me. It’s better this way, trust me.”
She shudders out a breath as my thumb grazes her lower lip. It would be so easy to give in, damn all caution to hell.
I watch her steady resolve start crumbling, but then she straightens her shoulders defiantly. “Would this arrangement involve sex?”
“No.” My voice is firm, snapping me out of my daze. But my dick has turned to steel, pulsing painfully. Who am I kidding? It’s another thing I haven’t taken into account. Would I be able to have Maddie live in my house and keep my hands to myself?
“You deserve to be with someone who will love you back, Little Bird,” I manage to say.
“Don’t call me that.” She angrily steps away from me and takes in a sharp breath. “So, I assume I would be allowed to fuck someone else, then? I just want to understand the complete terms of this arrangement. Sir.”
At the image of her with someone else, any ounce of self-control I had left disappears. Her calling me sir doesn’t help matters, either. Every inch of me short circuits. I grab her arms and pull her in, causing her to gasp in surprise. I twirl us around and lean her against my desk, my hand grabbing her thigh and pulling her leg up. Her other leg curls itself around my waist, pressing her hot core to me.
“Say that again,” I growl, and I notice her shivering at my order.
“Sir?” She smirks. “You like that?”
I’m hard as a stone. I push her skirt up and grab her ass, pulling her in, enjoying the softness. When I reach to touch her, she’s wet against my hand.
“Is this what you need to behave, Little Bird?” I growl into her ear, trailing my hot breath down her neck and pushing her soaked panties aside. Her clit is a swollen bead, slippery under my fingers. Lifting her ass up, I slide her silky excuse for underwear down, kneel in front of her, and bury my face between her legs. The smell of her is dizzying, and my breath hitches. Savoring her, I lick her opening slowly while I continue playing with her clit.
“Oh yes, sir, please, I will behave,” she moans and presses her hips to me, seeking more friction. “I know you want me. Just please, please show me. Show me, Jack.”
I gently press a finger into her opening, careful not to hurt her, feeling tension building around my finger and tongue. As I continue sucking on her clit, her walls contract around my tongue, her pussy convulsing around my finger. I can feel her getting close to her peak. With one more twirl around her sensitive button, I push her over the edge. She explodes on me, grabbing onto my head, pulling me closer, and grinding against my face.
