Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Star's eyes fluttered open, her lips forming a soundless word.
Wynd.
And then she was reaching for him, her own womanly instincts seemingly taking over, her small hand pressing against the hardness straining his trousers.
The innocent touch was Wynd's doing, a violent shudder jolting through his body as he spilled himself like some untried youth who'd never learned control.
For long moments, neither of them moved. She remained seated on the edge of his boardroom table, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hair mussed and her lips swollen from his kisses. He stood between her legs, his hands still gripping her waist, unable to make himself step away.
This was not part of the plan.
Wynd Sullivan never lingered after sex.
He fucked, he left, and he never looked back.
But something about Star made all his carefully constructed rules seem meaningless.
He found himself stroking his thumbs along her ribcage, mesmerized by the way she leaned into his touch like a cat seeking warmth. Her skin was delicate and soft beneath the cotton of her dress, and he wanted to strip her bare and memorize every contour of her body.
He was obsessed with this woman.
And it was this that had Wynd forcing himself to step back.
He reached for the discarded tablet on the table with grim resolve, her curious gaze on him as he scrolled to the documents his lawyers had prepared.
"Wynd?" Her voice was soft, uncertain.
He kept his eyes on the screen, not trusting himself to look at her, not when she was still sitting there looking like an innocent temptress.
Wynd wanted to get this part over with.
But it was not to be, with Star once again throwing his whole world out of order at the gentle pressure of her small hand against his chest, right over his heart.
She voiced his name again, the sound reaching his ears like an invitation his entire being found impossible to deny.
His gaze met hers, and he saw the way she was looking at him searchingly.
End it now, Sullivan.
"Is it okay—"
Just show her the damn contract.
"If I also have my own conditions—"
Make her understand this was all about sharing custody—
"Before we get married?"
And nothing about marriage.
Chapter Three
WYND'S OFFER TO HELP me clean myself has me running to the en-suite with fiery cheeks. I know we've already crossed more than a few lines with what just happened. But I also believe there's no reason why we can't start from scratch if we want to.
Or have to, in this case.
So listen up, self!
I shoot a warning look at my reflection in the mirror.
You're attracted to Wynd Sullivan.
That's undeniable at this point.
You've already prayed for God to lead the way from here on.
I truly did.
So stop worrying, and just see where things go from here.
I feel a lot better by the time I step out of the en-suite, and a helpless smile touches my lips when I see him pulling out a chair for me...at one end of the table.
He helps me to my seat before going to the other end, but his already-icy gaze also turns icier when he sees my smile widen.
"Would you care to share the joke?"
"I'm just happy, I suppose."
"About what?"
"How I'm starting to understand how really good you are at calculating stuff."
"Is that so?"
"I'm seated here," I point out, "while you're seated over there. You couldn't be any clearer than that. It's you versus me."
"Isn't it?"
"We both want what's best for Sammy."
"Samuel."
I pretend not to hear this, continuing cheerfully, "That makes us a team in my book, and..." I pull the folded piece of paper from my purse. "That's what my conditions are all about."
I can sense his wariness increasing as I stand and walk toward him.
Yup, that's right, Mr. Sullivan.
"Please turn this way."
I am totally...
He swivels his chair to face me.
...incalculable.
And I promptly drop myself onto his lap.
He stiffens beneath me, but I ignore this and instead wriggle to make myself comfortable on his muscular thighs—
"Stop that."
I'm about to protest when I feel his throbbing length pressing against me through his expensive trousers.
Oh.
I've awakened the beast.
Found a banana in his pocket.
Stop, Star!
"I'm sorry," I say lamely instead.
"Just stop moving," he advises, "if you don't want to lose your virginity in the next thirty minutes."
I nod right away.
I don't want that, of course.
Absolutely not.
Right?
Oh, Star, get a grip!
I'm about to clear my throat when he suddenly snatches the paper from my hand, and I cry out in shocked protest.
"No!"
I try turning around to take it back, but a large hand clamps down on my waist as soon as I do, a wordless command issued in its warning squeeze.
"A marriage simulation trial," Wynd drawls from behind me as he reads my carefully handwritten list, "to determine the suitability of both parties as prospective parents."
"Um..."
I try facing him again, and this time he lets me.
"About that..."
"If I'm reading this correctly, are you saying you want us to live together to see how we do as parents—"