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It feels like every ounce of blood leaves my lower body and circles in my cheeks.
“Yes.” My eyes are steady on his. “But I don’t want it to be unequal. If you agree to this deal, I’d want you to get something you’d want, too.”
His smile turns brilliant.
“It just so happens that I already know what you could give me.”
My heart pounds against my chest. “What?”
His eyes slide away for a moment. “I want you to pretend to be my fiancée.”
I give my head a shake, worried that I heard him wrong. “Wait… what?”
“I need a girl to pose as my fiancée.” His grin widens and mischief sparkles in his eyes. “For a few months. You would have to pretend that we’d had been carrying on in secret for a while. I already told Bishop that we were dating, so that should help. You’d have to come meet my family as my fake fiancée. You’d probably have to do a few pre-wedding events by my side, too.” He squints, tallying. “I guess you would have to let people in town think that we were engaged.”
My stomach sinks. “That sounds like a lot of lying. I’m a bad liar.”
River looks amused. “Yeah, you’re too honest to be any good at it. But you won’t be put on the spot. I’ll do all the massaging of the truth. You’ll just be next to me.” He skates his fingers around to the back of my neck, dropping his voice to a purr. “And in exchange, I’ll get you pregnant. I’ll have to draw up a contract to protect my interests. I don’t want to be medically or financially obligated for anything. But…”
“I would never ask that of you!” I blurt out. “My baby’s parentage would be a secret forever. I would carry your name to my grave.”
He leans down and whispers. “It sounds like we have a deal, darlin’’.”
His lips brush my ear. My mouth falls open. A shiver runs down my spine. A part of me is very ready to tear his clothes off and fuck his brains out. I have to grip handfuls of my skirt to still my hands. “River…” I protest. “We have way more to talk about.”
He slides closer, settling his big body against my thigh. He walks two fingers up my neck and turns my head, angling it so he can place a burning kiss right where the line of my jaw meets the slender column of my neck.
“Do we need to talk first?” His voice is hushed and harsh. “Or do you just want to fuck? I can’t wait to lick that hot, sweet pussy. At the diner, I never did get a chance to taste you on my tongue.”
Every muscle in my body clenches at his explicit whisper. It takes me a second to rein myself in.
The protest leaves my lips anyway before I can stop myself. “River! I didn’t mean you should actually get me pregnant the old-fashioned way! I thought you were agreeing to go with me to the clinic and jerk off into a cup.”
He bites his lip, amused. “Why should we do that? It sounds like a lot of bullshit. I want you. You want me. Let’s just fuck until we reach the desired result.”
River tips my head up with two fingers. He looks at me for a moment before closing his eyes and kissing me on the lips. His mouth is hot and demanding, and he immediately deepens the kiss. I open my mouth, helpless under his onslaught, my fingers gripping his leather lapel like I’m clinging to a lifeline.
In this moment, I am ready for him. Prepared to rip my dress up off of my body and shred his jeans. Primed to mount his cock and ride him until I can’t move anymore.
He sinks his hand in my hair and tugs it back to expose more of my neck. Then he runs a line of fire-hot kisses down it. I am paralyzed with need.
“Your neck tastes as sweet as I thought,” he husks. “Makes me think your pussy is as sweet as muscadine wine. How about you take off your clothes and sit on my face, darlin’?”
I’m speechless. God help me. Give me a handsome man and a little dirty talk and I’ll fall to my knees.
I need River to follow his dirty talk with filthy actions.
But I suddenly realize that I haven’t trimmed or shaved my bikini area… like, at all. My bedroom is still a little messy. I haven’t prepared for sex… and I’m not ready for River, period.
Cursing myself for my cowardice, I gently push him back.
He stops his trail of kisses, breathing hard, and looks at me with concern. “What do you need, darlin’?” he asks, his silky voice gone to gravel.
“Protection.”
He arches a brow at me. “Pardon?”
I clear my throat, flushing. “Legal protection. To keep us both safe.”
