Sex Contract

I swallowed and kept calm. Despite my will, my heart raced. I wasn't sure why, but he broke his silence.

Slowly, he walked toward me around the desk.

When he approached, I reminded myself why I was there. I doubted it was sex.

This thought broke the strange spell he had cast on me, and for a moment I was free of his gravitational pull.

"You're rude," I said. "You want to marry me but haven't asked my advice. "

My words only made him tighten his eyes. At the spot where most people stop and respect personal space, he took two more steps.

I could smell him as he loomed over me. Cool and calm, like ice, but with the rich tang of his skin. A man's odor.

Already racing, my heart sped up. Blood pressure rose. It was inches away. If my tits were bigger, I could've inhaled and brushed them on his chest.

I vaguely thought, This is not going well. Slippery. Other ideas emerged, like kiss him!

A smile returned, and he lifted an arm. I thought he was going to crush me, so my heart leapt.

He pointed to my left, though.

"Sit."

I attempted to calm down. My heart was racing. I wasn't sure why he suddenly moved, but he did.

He walked slowly around the desk to me. He walked gracefully.

As he neared, I reminded myself why I was there.

This idea broke the peculiar spell he had cast over me, and for a moment I was free from his gravitational pull. His fragrance surrounded me. It was chilly and peaceful, like ice, but had his skin's deep flavor. Manscent.

My heartbeat doubled. My heartbeat quickened. We were inches apart. If my tits were bigger, I could have brushed them against his chest.

He smiled and raised his arm. My heart soared when I believed he'd crush me.

But he merely pointed left.

I whirled, smacked his shoulder and stomped to the couch. I had to conceal a gasp, his touch shot electric impulses through me.

I flopped down on his superbly equipped couch and rested one flip-flopped foot on the table. I liked my chipped toenail polish.

Luke King was still. He surveyed me coolly from his office's center.

He squinted at me. I sat awkwardly on his couch, horny. Finally, he walked over.

Instead of sitting on the opposite couch, he sat next to me and crossed his legs, revealing his suit pants' beautiful lines.

I didn't want to show him I was uncomfortable, so I fished the contract from my handbag.

"So...?" I threatened him with the contract. If he'd been sitting across from me like a normal person, it would have been more effective. Instead, I flapped it beneath his nose.

He smiled again, propped one arm on the couch, and inclined his head.

He answered, "It's a wedding contract."

"I thought your father would tell you"

His body heat spread between us. My shoulder almost touched his chest, and I wished I'd worn a light skirt because I was sure his knee touched mine, but my clay-stained pants were too thick to feel it. My tingling knee sent tremors up my leg. They curled around my thighs' heated apex.

I tried to ignore it. "Yes, but why?"

"And you'll take on my father's terrible debt?"

He pursed his lips, a delicious action. My eyes were pulled to them anyhow. I wanted to drag my tongue down his mouth's seam to open it and battle with his. I licked my lips while staring at his face. I squeezed my tongue behind my teeth and raised my eyes as I realized my mistake.

He looked at me coolly. "Your dad's debt isn't insurmountable," he said. His company has name and contacts. He grabbed the document from me almost absently, his fingers slipping over mine. Over my heartbeat, I heard myself gasp.

Exactly. He dropped the contract and turned to me. His attention landed on my hair, a birdsnest of dark chestnut curls I couldn't control and piled haphazardly on top of my head.

His fingers tangled the hair. It was like he was twisting me up, over, and under. My skin scorched and my lips ached for his kiss. I sought to understand my belly's need.

"You get my father's firm and me.!"

Luke King nuzzled my hair. Even I found this excessive.

I stumbled and grabbed the contract.

First, he seemed astonished. "See whether we're sexually compatible," he said.

"That's presumptuous." My legs shook, but I didn't want to appear weak.

When he grimaced, a line formed between his brows.

"Why would you marry if you didn't sexually desire me?" he asked.

"Getting such things out of the way early may prevent regrettable decisions." He raised his chin and surveyed me. His gaze was like a blowtorch, melting my skin and bones. "I think we'll match well."

I couldn't imagine this man wanting me. I must keep focused.

"I don't need love or affection. As per the contract, a wife would suit my demands."

"Why did you think I'd agree?"

He frowned. "You can analyze the benefits," he continued.

I raged. I said, "Fuck you."

"I know a lot about you," he answered coolly. "You like knitting but abandon projects often. You leave harsh anonymous remarks on other artists' websites. I know you feel horrible enough to anonymously criticize."

"Wh-what? You... stalked me?"

He seemed confused, as though he didn't understand why I asked. " Yes, " he replied.

" If we marry, I should know who I'm marrying."

OMG. OMG. OMG. He knew what?

Luke King pierced me. Everything was his.

"You'd have time to focus on your art, too. No more shoving your products down the stairs because you have to move."

I suffocated. It hurt. Ouch!

As he got closer, I retreated until I struck a floor-to-ceiling window and flattened myself against it.

He touched my cheek, throat, and breasts.

"I thought you would find a couple stipulations in the contract... distasteful," he replied. His voice was dreamy, but I couldn't hear him over the blood in my head.

" Given how much you desire me."

"No," I answered.

His eyelashes moved. When he discovered my nipple, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around it.