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I find weddings and love in general to be a waste of my time.
obvi he'll be eating his words by the end of the book
Barrett’s media shots are in the running for “Most Expressionless, Yet Devastatingly Handsome Man” category.
And because every villain has a theme song, somewhere an imaginary speaker system pipes in Foreigner’s “Cold As Ice.”
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This shouldn’t be this hard, but the problem is that I’ve found most women want to be my actual girlfriend, not a fake one.
imagine that lmao
“I mean, why me?” I ask. “You’re tolerable.” “Geez, catch me before I swoon.”
It’s not a real date, just business, but that doesn’t make it any less disturbing that I have to sit next to Barrett and pretend that we like each other enough to go on a date. That’s distressing.
“You two make an attractive couple. You always seemed to be at each other’s throats. Chemistry, I suppose it is.”
Normally, I don’t have issues with getting spontaneous boners in public. That was before I started hanging out with Chloe. It’s like my dick knows she’s looking and wants to say hi. Fucking idiot.
“I imagine that’s how it would be with him. Those cold eyes boring into you. His lips in a frown, all moody and pissed. A good stern fucking.”
A puff of air escapes my nostrils, which is fitting. I’m the bull and Chloe is the red flag waving in the distance, taunting me, teasing me.
They’ll expect us to stay in the same room. The same bed.
ONE BED WAHOOO
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“Chloe.” Barrett’s voice draws my attention back to him. I’ve never heard him say my name that way before. There’s no anger or annoyance, it’s more resolve and curiosity with a dash of reverence.
“The fact that no one has tasted you is a real shame, but it’s a mistake I don’t plan on making. The thought of it turns me on even more.”
I peel my gaze away from Barrett’s muddy appearance, because if there’s anything more attractive than a man getting wet and dirty while rescuing a scared animal, I’d be hard pressed to find evidence.
“I’m going to collect my winnings now.” He says it so enthusiastically, like eating me out is going to be the highlight of his day.
He looks up from between my thighs and our eyes connect. His lips glistening with my arousal. Just when I think I can’t possibly be more turned on, he grins like the devil and says, “It’s mine now.”
His lips are wet from me and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and I stand corrected. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He tips my chin up with his fingers. “I want you to sit on my face.”
That’ll do it. I’m convinced Barrett’s dirty talk could make me do anything. I’m already considering anal and we haven’t even had sex yet.
“Chloe, stop hovering.” He presses on the tops of my thighs. “Sit on my face and let me take care of you.”
“I like your nails,” I say, taking one hand and examining them more closely. “The color will look nice against my sheets when I pin your hands above your head later.”
While I’m not usually a fan of him telling me what to do, bossy bedroom Barrett is my favorite.
“Tell me to wait, Chloe.” I want to laugh. He wants me to be the one to shut this down? Has he looked in the mirror? Does he realize I just saw him reading stories to children? And smiling. At the same time.
“That’s not your library voice, Chloe.” Barrett’s voice is low and seductive in my ear. “Someone will hear us. Someone will know you’re getting fucked good and hard up here.”
“We can stay if you want,” Barrett says. “Or we can go home, and you can eat cookie dough ice cream while I lick you.” Okay. Easiest decision ever.
“Now tell me you’re mine because you want to be.” His voice is low, a hoarse whisper that sends my pulse skyrocketing.
“You paid two million dollars so you could win WordIt and go down on me?”
