Love Contract (Bride of the Billionaire)

I’ve never had a man look at me with such obvious attraction, especially a man like Winter. I’ve always been a bit of a tomboy and never been a hit with the guys. In fact, I’ve only ever had one boyfriend when I was seventeen and all we did was kiss because I was too nervous to do more. He broke up with me after three weeks for Cindy who blew him in the boy’s locker room after homecoming.

“Dress?” I ask. “Like…a wedding dress?”

“Nah, we’re skipping that,” he replies. “We’re going to a party tonight. My father will be there, as well as many influential and powerful businessmen. You, as my wife, have to look like the million bucks I’m paying you.”

“Speaking of that,” I reply. Am I really having a conversation in my birthday suit right now? “When do I get the money? Because if you think I’m going to some party with you and you can just owe me—”

“Give me your debit card and I’ll have the money transferred immediately. Half now and half after we’re married.”

He says it so casually it’s almost hard to believe. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be so rich.

“Okay…”

“Now hurry up,” he says. “

We’ve got a lot to do to make you my wife.”

He flashes me a smile that does something funny to my heart, causing me to bite my lip. I know he’s still got his eyes on me as I turn around and put my back to him and continue washing off.

He doesn’t leave.

I know he’s still watching me.

I hate how arrogant he is, but even more than that, I hate the fact that I’m actually turned on knowing that his eyes are on my bare body.

God, I hate Winter Wellington.

4

Winter

If I stare at her any longer I might just explode in my pants.

Her body has me weak in the knees, which is why I’m leaning against the doorway for support.

I’ve never had a girl in this part of the house before. This is my private closet and bathroom. She’s lucky. Of course she doesn’t know that yet. But she will. The million dollars is just the beginning. I’m going to give her everything.

No way in hell this is going to be a temporary arrangement.

I watch her goddess-like body move as she washes. Waves of suds trace her body’s heavenly curves, causing my cock to flex with desire and my mouth to water. I just met her—I barely know her—but I’m feeling super possessive. Just the idea of another man having thoughts about her fills me with rage. No. No one will touch her but me.

I’m dying to claim her…feel her body beneath mine and hear sweet moans in my ear as she clutches me and holds on for dear life while I make her climax.

She’s not sucking up to me either. In fact, she’s doing the complete opposite; she’s giving me sass like we’re a couple of kids back in elementary school. It’s a welcome change, but also a terrifying one. This girl could change everything about my life and the way I do things.

I could end this right now…find another girl to bring to the party tonight and go back to the way I’ve been doing things. No risk of heartbreak that way.

But as I watch her shut off the water and turn to me, I know that’s just not a possibility.

Her eyes are pure and innocent as she takes her towel and begins to dry herself. I’m staring. I can’t help it. But she either doesn’t mind or…

…no. She likes it?

There’s a sassy look on her face, but there’s something else hiding behind her eyes.

I take her body in once more before she hides it beneath her towel.

I wonder if her pussy’s wet. I wonder how she tastes.