Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “How real are we making this? Are we going to the courthouse? A church?”
I hadn’t considered this, and the question is bigger than I imagined. “I’ve never really thought about it because I never imagined I’d be getting married.” I take a quick breath. “And I know this is a marriage of convenience, but it feels weird to think about getting married in a courthouse.” I stand tall. “But that probably makes the most sense since—”
“No courthouse.”
I want to reach for him—take his head in my hands and hold it to my stomach. And even though we’re apparently getting married, it’s too soon for that.
“What kind of ring do you like?” he asks.
I shake my head. “You do not have to waste money on a ring—”
“What kind of ring do you like, Bianca?” He lifts a brow. “They said make it real, remember?”
“Fine. Something cheap and simple.”
I can tell he wants to roll his eyes. Somehow, he refrains.
“Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” he asks.
“Foxx, no. Let’s not …” I quickly backtrack after seeing the no-nonsense look on his face. “Somewhere simple—you absolutely don’t need to think about this too much. But I don’t know anyone here. I don’t know how I’m supposed to arrange for a dress because all I have are the clothes I showed up in yesterday. And how do I find a chapel? And where even is the courthouse for a marriage certificate?”
“You’re not alone.” He leans forward. “You don’t have to do this alone. Let me carry this for you. Let me help.”
Out of all the times I’ve been attracted to Foxx Carmichael, this one takes the cake. There’s nothing sexier or sweeter than him seeing what I need and stepping in to improve it.
A slow smile stretches across my face. A red-hot burn spreads through my body.
“I have a question of my own,” I say.
He hums.
“I didn’t grow up going to church every weekend,” I say, watching his eyes darken. “We’d go on the big holidays and other times if one of my parents felt guilty about something. But I do know that marriages aren’t deemed legal unless they’re consummated.”
A devious smirk settles against his lips. “I don’t think that’s true.”
I grin. “But it could be.”
Foxx grips the sides of his chair.
I turn away and begin to round the corner of his desk. I’m fully aware that his shirt has bunched at the small of my back and that the bottom of my ass is peeking out from beneath the hem.
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Are we consummating this marriage, Foxx?”
A smirk kisses his lips. “They did say it had to be real, didn’t they?”
I turn to face him, one hand on the corner of his desk. My nipples bead in anticipation of his reaction to my next question.
The insides of my thighs are sticky, and my breath is hot. All I can think about is him touching me, kissing me—breaking the invisible barrier between us that we’ve both wanted to knock down for so long.
I smile at him. “Do we have to wait?”
CHAPTER 11
Bianca
“Who do you think I am?” he asks, feathering a finger across his lips.
“What kind of a question is that?”
He drops his hand, smirking. “You just had all that information thrown on you, and you want me to fuck you now?”
“Uh, yes. That’s exactly what I want to happen.”
He stands slowly, his brows pinched together. Hesitation is written all over his face.
One thing I love most about the man is how considerate he is regarding me. He’s kind and thoughtful, and I adore that quality. Usually. Now, it’s proving to be one very, very frustrating characteristic.
I’ve never been able to be so outright with him—so open. Sure, we’ve danced around this topic many times, but it was always within the confines of the limits of our relationship. And it was a relationship centered around work. Not a personal relationship and definitely not one on the precipice of marriage.
“For the record, I wanted that to happen yesterday, too,” I say.
“So what you’re saying is that this isn’t a call for help.”
My core tightens as he comes closer. “I don’t know. A part of me does need a lot of help right now.”
He grins. Oh, my heart.
“You’re the one who said you’d marry me,” I say, my heartbeat quickening as he approaches. “You had to know that sex was a part of the marital contract.”
“I love how you’re suddenly serious about marriage vows.”
I swallow hard. “What do you mean? I’ve always taken marriage seriously.”
“Really?” He smirks. “What about all that shit about you not getting married unless your life depended on it?”
“At the moment, Mr. Carmichael, my life sort of does depend on it. Ironic, I know.” Reality trickles into my psyche again. It takes a bit of wind out of my sails, and a wave of anxiety slides through me. “Do you think my father or Downing will do something to me if they know I’m getting married? I mean, seventy-five percent of the value of Brewer Sports is … a lot of money.”