Arranged marriage? Check.
Cocky new husband? Check.
It's a marriage of convenience—one I’m determined to keep strictly professional. I can't be stupid enough to fall for this sexy playboy's charm or advances. I have to be strong, even if he is my husband.
Except he has a huge cock with an even bigger ego, and his main goal in life seems to be getting me to stroke both. The arrogant bastard is like sweet, sugary candy for my libido. I know he’s bad for me.
But I want to devour every wicked inch of him.
With his sexual prowess and experience, I know he’ll be explosive in the bedroom. And since we’re stuck together for the foreseeable future—keeping up this marriage charade long enough to turn the company profitable again—I deserve something to look forward to at the end of a long workday, right?
What could one little taste hurt?
This is volume 2 in the Imperfect Love series.
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When the first installment ended, Olivia Cane left Noah Tate at the altar. He has no idea why she didn't show up for their wedding. But he suspects it's because she received her copy of their contract stating that not only did they need to marry, but they need to have a child within a certain amount of time.
And I still don't even understand why. Though I have a damn good idea-the heir clause in our inheritance contract.
Noah has no idea but Olivia leaving him high and dry had nothing to do with the mandate to procreate. But Noah can't believe she would just humiliate him like that.
My head is swimming with questions, with anger and confusion and loss, and there's an unexplained ache in my chest.
Olivia had her own reasons for the cut and run. Let's just say that her ex Bradford Daniels, is one slime ball. When she finally shows up in Noah's apartment, he is at his wit's end. He's always had her best interests at heart. Olivia underestimated Noah and should have had some faith in him. He's nothing if not crafty and innovative.
Having her back here in our bed makes me glad I didn't give in to all those baser instincts that told me to fuck and pillage my way through Manhattan when she left.
They might have averted one crisis, but the company is failing quickly. Noah is stressed to the max-he may have the woman he's always wanted but they still haven't been able to turn things around. To make things worse, he suspects that Olivia hasn't read the whole contract and has no idea that they need to get started on the baby making soon. His father in law's health is failing and accounts are abandoning ship faster than new ones come on. He knows layoffs are a real possibility-he feels the weight of 6,000 employees' lives on his shoulders.
I'll just have to win Olivia over with my charm and let it all happen naturally. Well, as natural as impregnating your fake wife can be.
There's plenty of sexy time for these two and lots of give and take. But how does Noah tell Olivia that even though she is nowhere near to being ready to have kids she needs to get on board with it-right now? Noah is one smart guy, but he has a typical man's brain and he's going to screw up. And does he ever! The second installment ends in a cliffy just as the first one did.
It's insane to think that the man who once refused to let a conquest sleep in his bed now shares a home with his wife, and practically attacks her at the door after only a couple of hours apart. Damn, I've turned into a total mushy prick.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Just a little tight, is all.”
I inhale through my nose. I have to shove the pregnancy stuff to the back corner of my brain. We’re a long way off from Olivia letting me pump her full of my semen anyhow, so why am I stressing about it now? The first step is showing her how compatible we can be.
And that starts now.
I smile at her. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
I grab a bottle of massage oil from the hall closet and return to the living room. The soft jazz music seems to float in the air, creating a pleasant buzz in the atmosphere.
Olivia’s eyes widen when I rejoin her on the couch, but she doesn’t question me.
“I’ll give you a massage,” I suggest. “Take off your sweatshirt.”
Olivia flinches, chewing on her lip while she watches me. “But I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
That’s the idea. “I promise not to look.”
She hesitates for another second, then turns her back to me and pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. The creamy canvas in front of me is one to be admired. The twin dimples in her lower back near the band of her leggings would make lesser men weep.
I warm a few drops of oil between my palms and rest my hands on her stiff shoulders.
“Relax. Okay?”
Marry the girl I’ve had a crush on my whole life? Check.Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir… Wait, what?
I have ninety days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There’s only one problem—she hates my guts.
And in the fine print of the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir.
She can’t stand to be in the same room with me. Says she’ll never be in my bed.
But I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I’m not about to start now.
Mark my words—I’ll have her begging for me, and it won’t take ninety days.
On the heels of her smash hit and New York Times bestselling SCREWED series, Kendall Ryan brings you HITCHED, a romantic comedy that delivers heart and heat. A NYC playboy turned business mogul has ninety days to win over the woman he's always desired in order to save his father's company. One tiny problem: She hates his guts.
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