Page 56 of The Arrangement

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” he says, focusing on my lips. “And I don’t want to be questioned about it again.”

I gasp a quick breath as his gaze crashes into mine.

“Do you want to be my wife? Is this really whatyouwant?” He licks his lips, hesitating. “Because marriageisa big deal to me, even if this one has special circumstances. But I will expect complete exclusivity. I will be your husband—and I will take that honor seriously. You need to understand that. This is going to be very real to me.”

His pupils dilate in the dimly lit room. The muscle in his jaw flexes as he waits for my answer. His mind is going a million miles an hour—I can see it behind the gold-flecked jade of his irises.

My mouth goes dry as I imagine his hands on me, removing our clothes and then guiding me to my knees.

The only thing sexier than the look he’s giving me is the care he’s taking to get my consent—to make sure I know what I’m agreeing to and that I want it.

I want it.

I want him.

In every way.

The thought makes me shudder.

“So no fucking anyone else?” I ask coyly.

The vein in the side of his temple throbs. “Absolutely not.”

I’m playing with fire here. I can already feel the heat. Even though it should make me nervous, it does the opposite. I feel safe and absolutely turned on.

“I told you once I’d do anything for you,” I say, staring into his eyes. “And I don’t want to be questioned about it again.”

His smirk is foreplay.

I move backward against the tub until the edge hits the backs of my knees. Jason takes a step forward until his chest nearly touches mine. His cologne envelops me in pheromones, and if he asks me to strip right now, I will.

His feet are on the other side of mine, caging me in. His cock brushes against my stomach, and all it would take is one touch, and I’d explode.

“So that settles it then,” I say, my chest rising and falling quickly. “I’m going to be your wife in every aspect of the word.”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. I want to rise up and lick it—grip his muscled shoulders and pull him into me. He must read my mind because he pulls a minuscule distance away.

“For the next six months, you’re mine,” he says, his voice rough. “If you want out, all you have to do is ask. But until you do ask, I will treat you like I think you should be treated.”

“How’s that?”

The twinkle in his eye is divine.

“With respect.” He brushes a strand of hair off my shoulder, making me shiver. “With attention.” His hand wraps around my neck under my hairline. “With kindness.” He leans in and kisses me just under my earlobe.

Oh. I moan softly.I might melt right here.

His lips hover over my ear. “And I’m going to give you so many orgasms that you’ll be begging me to stop,” he whispers.

I’ve kept my attraction to Jason in check for years, but nothing will stop me from acting on it now. The light is most definitely bright, glaring green.

I reach between us and cup his cock in my hand.

He gasps, then grunts as he flexes against me, his eyes hooding.

“While I’m going to hold you to that promise, I’m also going to reciprocate,” I whisper back. “As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about taking you in my mouth right now and showing you just how grateful I am for your kindness.”

He grips my face with both hands, his mouth hovering over my lips. I sink against the tub as my pussy aches, begging for relief.