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“Make time to do what, exactly?”
“Court me properly, for starters.”
He releases a bark of laughter that stabs an icy spear through my chest. “Why would I need to court you when we’re already married?”
“Because while I don’t remember, I’m sure you didn’t court me the first time around. You must’ve forced your way in as usual.”
His face remains impassive and my doubts come true. I’ve never believed the ‘marriage of convenience’ part anyway. Now, I’m sure it was under duress somehow.
The problem is, I’m not sure why on earth Eli would force my hand to be with him. He doesn’t even like me.
Right?
Eli’s facial expression remains as frozen as Antarctica as he says, “I still don’t see why I’d do a nonsensical thing such as courting when you have my name attached to yours.”
“Because I said so,Mr. King. Take it or leave it.” I clink my glass to his with a triumphant smile.
“And if I leave it? Will that change the fact that you’re my wife by all conventional and societal laws?”
“No. But it’ll forbid you access to what you truly want.”
He raises a brow. “And what is that, pray tell?”
I slide my shoe up his leg beneath the table and caress his dick. A rush of blood saturates my ears as his erection thickens beneath my touch.
“You know,” I say in a sultry voice.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock, and I might agree.”
“Agree first.” I press my shoe against his erection. “And I’ll get on my knees and suck your cock.”
He suppresses a sound, whether a curse or a grunt, I’m not sure, but it’s enough to prompt me to drop my foot. No idea what I was doing in the first place, but I was obviously playing with fire in the devil’s lair, and I need to protect myself from a fire hazard.
As soon as my foot disappears from his vicinity, any sense of being affected vanishes and I’m greeted with the cold Roman statue I’ve known all my life.
So much for trying seduction.
“As tempting as that offer is.” He lifts a piece of meat to his mouth, then drops it back to the plate and squashes it with his knife. “I’ll have to pass.”
I lift a shoulder even as a thorny stem pricks my heart. “Your loss. Many other candidates are willing to take me up on my advances.”
I realize I’ve screwed up the moment Eli drops his utensils on the plate—calmly, I might add—and dabs his mouth with the napkin even though he ate nothing. He has the effortless talent of making every single action look sexually charged and dangerously attractive.
“It’s not terribly smart to ignore my warnings, you know.”
“Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Suggesting or, worse, threatening me with an affair is the most foolish thingyou can do. I draw the line at other men touching my property. Are we clear, Mrs. King?”
“I’mnotyour property.”
“You are whatever the fuck I say you are. Let’s not go down that road, for I’d hate to make you cry. Again.”
“And here I thought you loved seeing me cry.”
“Think of me as you will, but your tears don’t bring me any form of joy whatsoever.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” I wipe my mouth and toss the napkin down as I stand and then round the table. “If you refuse to satisfy me, I’ll find a man who does.”
