Buying Love

I grab her hand in mine, squeezing it before trying to explain without giving myself away. “One perfect reason is that I’m very attracted to you. Two is I need an heir. That’s all the reasons I have for this. I know your motive is obviously money. Don’t look offended. I get it, so let’s go ahead and get married. I want to start on making our baby as humanly possible.”

“Yes, but you don’t know if I’m not already pregnant with someone else’s kid or I have a fiancé, boyfriend, or anything.” I see red at her words and let go of her hand. The thought of someone putting a baby in her makes me so angry, I could kill this bastard. I look out the window just as the driver pulls away.

Getting my temper under control, I ask with gritted teeth, “Are you trying to piss me off?” She sure as fuck found a way to piss me off. I hardly ever get mad and never get jealous, but here I am possessive than a motherfucker. I ache to slide her down onto my cock to prove that I’m the only one she should want.

She shrugs. “No, I’m just being rational.”

Quirking my brow, I ask the critical question. “Well do you?” I need the answers like I need my next breath. My heart’s in my throat as I wait for her to tell me.

“No to any of the above. In fact…” she pauses, playing with the hem of her skirt. She needs to stop drawing my attention to her sexy legs. I press my hand to hers, stopping her movements because I can’t even think straight when my cock is throbbing out of control.

“In fact…what?” I blurt out.

“I’m a virgin.” It’s barely a whisper, but I heard her loud and clear. It rings in my ears like a siren’s call.

“Are you fucking shitting me?” I exclaim, staring at her in disbelief. My eyes rakishly run down her slender yet curvy body.

“No, I’m not shitting you. Is that a deal breaker?” she asks while looking down at her feet.

I cup her chin and raise her gaze to mine. “Are you crazy? Deal breaker? Not in the least.” I pull back to reach for the papers, catching a smile cross her lovely face. It immediately does things to my heart that I can’t even begin to explain.

We’re both on a level playing field, but I’m not ready to reveal that to her. Maybe one day…when I have her love and trust.

Clearing my throat, I hand her the folder and say, “Please read through this and sign below.”

I sit back and ignore the need to pin her to the seat and kiss the fuck out of her. My cock throbs in my pants, pulsing against my zipper so hard that if I touch myself, I’m going to come.

Breathe. Breathe.

Chapter Four

Jenna

I read through the papers, feeling his intensity filling up the limo. Everything I read is in plain English, so I’m not getting some lawyer’s double talk. It’s four pages, and by the time I get to the final page, I can see he’s itching to jump out of his seat and sign it for me. The part that halts me is the amount I’m to be given if we divorce. It’s more than I’d ever imagined.

“So…are you going to sign it?” he asks, raising his brows with anxious curiosity.

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I sign the documents and close the folder. He takes it and reviews my signature. Then he informs the limo driver where to go. “There will be dresses for you to choose from at the chapel,” he says with a smile.

“Thanks.” I really don’t know what else to say because he has everything planned out. He takes some pictures of the documents, and I’m guessing sends them to his lawyer. Then for the duration of the ride, he is on his phone, ignoring me altogether.

The entire ride to the chapel is painstakingly silent. He kept his distance as if I had some infectious disease. I guess he doesn’t actually care to want to know me.

We enter the chapel, and the director eagerly meets us there to sign some papers for their records. Then I’m led into the back with the hostess. “Ms. Lane, you’re going to look lovely in any of the gowns you choose. Mr. Harrison must be madly in love with you to go through this trouble.”

I want to tell her I’m just a means to an end. That even though I spent the day dreaming of this man rescuing me from my life, I never imagined he would be so cold. No, the man’s eyes that met mine in the limo and even in the ballroom were ones of pure fantasy.

Needing this moment to feel special to me, I pick a dress that I would love to wear in a real wedding. After helping me into my gown, she leaves me to attend the other arrangements.