A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

“There are people here.”

He drops his mouth to just below my ear and places a delicate kiss there. “The...

“Damon.” I laugh and push at his chest. “Don’t forget my rule.” He groans and nips my neck. “Stupid fucking rule.” “...

“I wouldn’t wear it anyway.” I lower my voice to a fake whisper. “It’s a secret.” His dark gaze bores into me as he adjusts his pants, then points at the car. “Let’s go.” I look at the entry to the house. “We’re not going in?”

“Back to her apartment,” he replies absentmindedly, like this is a totally normal situation. “My…my apartment?” “Ours now, Nymph.”

“Yes?”

“You can’t move in with me. My apartment is tiny. You’re a freaking billionaire!” My

“I’m aware of the state of your apartment...

“You don’t have to live with me,” I say.

“It’s one of the requirements you agreed to.”

“Yeah, but we could just pretend. You don’t have to stay in my shitty apartment.”

“Is it that you don’t want me to stay with you, or yo...

“It would be inconvenient for you to sleep in my bed each night if we don’t live together. Or did you forget that’s one of my requirements?”

“I didn’t forget.” He pulls away and goes back to ordering his employee to move all of his things. I have no idea how he expects to fit it all in my small space.

His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and I find myself captivated by the intricate designs he has etched into it. Who knew he had a canvas of art painted on his skin under his stuffy outfits.

eyes follow me, taking in my teddy bear pink flannel pajamas with a smirk. “I’d be happy to take my shirt off if you want a better look.” “No…no, sorry. I just didn’t…” I stammer. “Didn’t expect me to have tattoos?”

“They’re just…they’re just so colorful.” Flowers, fish, skulls, an array of designs.

He turns sideways in his chair to face me, his legs spread wide enough I could step between them. I fist my hands in the soft fabric of my pants to keep myself from doing anything stupid as I watch him meticulously pop his shirt buttons through th...

It’s one thing to guess what he’d look like underneath; it’s a whole other thing to come face-to-face with Damon’s naked chest. The world seems to tilt on its side as I take in the seemingly endless rows of abdominal muscles. My mouth waters, and I teeter on my feet a little, only for him to reach out and brace me. Embarrassment rises in my throat. “Sorry.” He shakes his head. “It’s okay. You can look.”

“What does that symbolize?” “In darkness, there is light.”

“The black really makes the colors stand out. Almost like it’s there to make them shine brighter?”

“I’m glad you like it,”

“When’s the last time you ate?” He looks displeased. I have a feeling he’s not going to like the answer. “Last night.” “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Well, it’s not like it came up or anything, and I was…too nervous to eat today.”

The only thing more distracting than the flex and shift of his forearms is that he didn’t put his shirt back on, using the excuse of being hot in here. Nothing in the way his clothes fit him gives away the muscles on muscles stacked along his abdomen and sides.

My mouth waters as I trace the contour of his oblique to where it disappears into the waistband of his black slacks. “You’re drooling,” Damon says, his voice low but playful.

“No need to be embarrassed. Wives are supposed to check out their husbands.” Husband…

“We don’t have that kind of marriage.”

“Don’t we? You begged me to touch you, to fill your pussy last night. What makes you think you can resist doing it again? I own you, Nymph. It’s only a matter of time before you accept that.”

“You’re right. It is hot in here.”

He lets out a guttural groan when the hem rises several inches. The sound coats my insides, pebbling my nipples instantly. I gasp when his chest meets my back, caging me against the counter. My heart pounds in my ears until it blocks out all sounds, and the only thing that matters is where his body touches mine.

“Be careful or you’ll lose this game, and I’m not done playing with you.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself.” He runs his thumb along his bottom lip. “Your nipples are hard.” Dammit. I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s cold in here.” “Sure it is.”

The outline of his hard cock. Shit, even through the fabric, it’s clear that he’s massive. He wants me to see what I do to him.

“I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” The excuse is lame, but I can barely think. “It’s ten.” His smirk grows into a smile. “It’s been a long day.”

I don’t hear Damon walk in until his arm touches mine. I startle, splashing water over the counter. “You’re jumpy tonight. Does something have you anxious?”

rinse my mouth out, glad that this whole thing is nearly done. “Okay, well, good night.” Why does he look so freaking amused by that? “Good night.”

“Shut the light off when you go out, please.”

He hits the lights, but instead of leaving, he walks to the opposite side of the bed. The sound of his zipper has me spinning to see him. “What are you doing?” ...

“Yes.” He drags out the syllable. “As per our agreement.” “But…we don’t actually have to do that. No one is going to know you didn’t sleep with me.”

“I’ll know.” He pushes his pants down his legs, revealing gray boxer briefs.

“You’re not getting in here like that…where are your pajamas?” “I don’t have any. I never wear them.” “Never?” I squeak.

The double-size bed makes it impossible to leave any space, and his breath fans over the back of my neck. “Never. It’s entirely too hot.” A shudder runs through me, and I can only pray he doesn’t see it. Every inhale is a struggle.

He shifts again, this time his hand landing on my hip. “What are you doing?” My voice comes out breathy. “Your bed’s tiny. There’s no room.” “Wouldn’t…wouldn’t you be more comfortable sleeping somewhere else until we can get a bigger bed?”

“No. This is perfect.”

My back arches against my will, my body completely ignoring my brain. When I don’t pull away like I should, he slides his hand down the curve of my hip, and his fingers brush the inside of my thigh, millimeters from where I need him most.

A moan escapes my lips, and he takes it as permission to move further. He doesn’t turn his hand to meet my core, instead driving me crazy with the barely there caress of the back of his knuckles against my cli...

“Beg for it and I’ll give you whatev...

rub my thighs together, bringing his fingers closer so they press firmer against me. I moan when it’s not enough to soothe the aching in my core. “See how much your pussy wants me. How much she needs me.”

“Yes.” My hips shift, and my ass grinds against his hard cock. He growls, a pained, primal sound. His hands tighten on my hips almost bruisingly, and the air shifts as whatever’s been holding him back cracks around us.

Pleasure rocks through me as he thrusts his cock against my ass, the sensation mixed with the barely there touch of his hand has my mind blanking as my clit throbs for his attention. A low groan rips from his chest, and he pulls back, breaking all contact with me.