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'Can we change the subject?' He sent a pointed look at his groin. 'You're killing me, in case you hadn't noticed.'
As she ground her pelvis against his, her smile was pure evil. 'I noticed.'
She slid her hands around his neck, bringing her breasts flush against his chest. 'Why don't we continue this discussion back at the farm?'
'You're a wicked woman,' he said, smoothing stray tendrils of copper gold away from her face, his heart bucking at the adoration in her eyes.
He wanted her to look at him like this all the time. Hell, he wanted her all the time. Then why the faintest doubt he was deluding himself, about everything?
One night of sensational sex and he'd been blinded to the transient nature of their marriage: her job, her promotion, their deal.
Last night changed everything but they hadn't discussed it, any of it, and while now wasn't ideal there would come a time soon, very soon, when they'd need to lay it all on the line.
'Come on, let's head back,’ she said, her smile soft.
He didn't need to be asked twice, and as they sprinted back to the farmhouse, laughing and falling over their feet, he banished his doubts and decided to live in the moment.
For now.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Britt paced from one end of their suite to the other, casting malevolent glares at her laptop on each circuit and the incriminating email on the screen.
The promotion was hers.
David had seen the preliminary pitch she'd emailed, and had been blown away by the video footage, photos of the sugar cane plantation, and the accompanying spread. He’d evaluated her entire early presentation and made his decision.
She was the new managing director of Sell.
She'd done it.
Which meant her work here was done.
So where did that leave her and Nick?
She should be ecstatic, her dream finally a reality, with the added bonus of clearing her debt with her father and finally being free of her past.
Instead, dread warred with regret.
She had to tell Nick the truth.
She’d be leaving, heading back to her job, to a dream job she'd worked incredibly hard for and strived for, had given up a heck of a lot for.
But what if the dream had changed?
What if the dream had evolved to include a sexy billionaire, a pristine beach, and a very real marriage?
At the sound of the door opening she stopped, lunged at the laptop, and slammed it shut. She was nowhere near ready for this.
Nick’s eyes lit up as he saw her. ‘Hey, how's the most beautiful girl in Noosa doing?'
'Great.' She forced a smile, quelling the urge to blurt the truth the instant he stepped into the room.
'Come here.’ He opened his arms. ‘I’ve had a rough day at the office and need a welcome kiss from my wife.'
She flew into his arms, crushing her lips to his in an urgent kiss, before burrowing into his chest, seeking comfort, seeking warmth, seeking a solution to her terrible dilemma.
She wanted the promotion.
