Between Love and Loathing (The Hardy Billionaire Brothers, #2)

by Shain Rose

There was a new word I was starting to associate with everything Clara Milton. Addictive.

“When I said I wanted to taste you, I didn’t mean your neck, baby. Or these fuckable lips.”

“Spread your legs wider, baby. I want full access. This is mine now. Mine to taste over and over.”

We might have been fake dating, but I was going to kiss her for real every fucking time.

“No, it’s not fraud. That’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through,” I grumbled and clicked off the phone.

“Oh, I’m not sure, Dom,” she hummed. “Don’t call me that.” “Everyone calls you that or Mr. Hardy.” “You’re not everyone. You’re my future wife, remember? You’re the girl who gets to spend over a half a mil on fucking flowers. So, use the name you always do when you’re talking to your future husband, or I’ll punish you for that too.”