Page 119 of Salvage Him

"You still need a lawyer to look at the final decree,”Harrisonsaid.

"I just don't want to piss him off." I stood up, not wanting to have thisconversation.

Harrison pushed mebackdown.

We both cringed when I fell back on the couch. I rubbed mysoreass.

"I want it over with. He seemed relieved when I asked, but that's because I made it seem likehisidea."

"What doyouget?"

"A hundred thousand for each year of marriage and the house,"Isaid.

He droppedhishead.

"Don't give me that look. It was important for him to know I wasn't with him for his money." I leaned over and kissed the top of Harrison's head. My hands landed on his shoulders, and he looked up. "It's important forme,too."

"You're not after me for my money?" Harrisonasked.

"That depends. Do you have any?" I looked around hisplace.

It never crossed my mind until he mentioned it. He drove an American-made SUV. He lived in a warehouse. His family had money, and his friends had money, but nothing in his life screamed independentwealth.

"Not as much as some people." Heshrugged.

"Um." I sat back on the couch. "Oh well, I guess I'll keep youanyway."

He raised his eyebrows and pushed off the floor. He wrestled me onto thecouch.

"You'll keep me,"hesaid.

I giggled as hetickledme.

"Maybe," I said, trying to catch mybreath.

"Maybe." My towelslippeddown.

Harrison laid loud kisses on my chest and down my stomach. My giggles turned into moans as he slowed down and ran his tongue overmyskin.

He trailed kisses up my stomach and ended atmylips.

"Hey,pup?"

"Yes, sir.” He stilled me with his seriousexpression.

"You couldn't get rid of me if youtried."

I tackled him back, vowing to never lethimgo.

We laidon the sun warmed couch, holding each other and saying few words. It was a Saturday, and neither of us felt much like moving or thinkingtoomuch.

His stomach growled and brought us back toreality.

"We need to eat,"Isaid.

"We can have something delivered." He tappedmynose.

"We can go out." Isatup.