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The Wedding Date
The Wedding Date
The Wedding Date
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The Wedding Date

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He gave me his company.
I was just supposed to be his tax haven.

Pretending to run a huge company is hard. It's even harder when your boss is a self-absorbed asshole who also happens to be incredibly sexy.

He treats me like garbage, but sometimes he almost seems to like me.

Almost.

Words: 19,000

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Fiction -> Romance -> Billionaire Romance
Fiction -> Romance -> Wedding Romance
Fiction -> Romance -> Secret Baby Romance
Fiction -> Romance -> Marriage of Convenience Romance

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 30, 2018
ISBN9780463981030
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    The Wedding Date - Amy Faye

    The Wedding Date

    Billionaire Marriage Romance

    Amy Faye

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    Here’s a preview of the sexy love story you’re about to read…

    Tell me you want it, he said.

    Oh, fuck, I want it, Rose whimpered. It didn’t take a great deal of acting to get herself to sound like she was desperate for it. She was.

    He pulled her panties aside and pushed himself inside.

    Oh, fuck, you’re tight, he growled. Twins? You’re kidding.

    She let out a hum of pleasure at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. Before he’d fucked her the last time, it had never felt so full. And now it seemed even bigger. The venue made her clamp down with every part of her body, some part of her subconscious knowing that she wasn’t supposed to have anything in there while she was surrounded by offices.

    Oh, Sir. Please fuck me.

    You really want this job, don’t you?

    I want you to fuck me, Rose said.

    He started to move, his movements rough. He started at a slow rhythm, making sure to use every inch of his length. After a few thrusts he seemed to get into a groove, and his movements started to speed up until Rose felt as if she was going to lose her mind.

    His hands dug into her hips with every thrust, the force of his hips slamming into hers pulling his fingers a little bit away from the crease of her hips with every thrust. His fingers dug in harder, trying to keep a grip. His thrusts grew even more forceful, then. His movements shortened until he was staying deep the whole time, just moving enough to drive himself the full depth with every thrust. All the way in.

    Rose’s body shuddered under him as an orgasm overtook her. Her memories couldn’t possibly measure up to the reality of what she was experiencing. She wasn’t sure that she could work for this man. Not unless she ‘had to’ start the day with this every day. And then, for a second time in her life, Rose felt him stiffen behind her, felt his cock twitch, and felt him release a load of seed inside her.

    If she was lucky, this time it wasn’t going to signal his running away for a year, and it wasn’t going to be the start of being a single mother of four instead of two.

    Though with Duncan’s daddy’s money, it wasn’t going to be that bad.

    But if she could have Duncan’s daddy’s money and her mystery-boss’s cock buried deep in her, that would be a compromise for the centuries.

    One

    There were things that Rose Sewell wanted about marriage. There were a lot of them. She’d never made a formal list, but she was pretty sure that once she got started making one, it would fill most of a page.

    She wanted the attention, as embarrassing as it was to admit it. She wanted the rice and the ceremony and she wanted it in a church. She wanted the tax benefits, too. Wanted the stability it would give her and her little twins. That was, perhaps, the most important part of all. She wanted someone who could make sure that she was provided for.

    Of course, that wasn’t all she wanted. Most of a page, remember. She wanted the loving relationship, too. She wanted the government permission to have sex all the time. She wanted to find herself a man and have a hundred of his babies and be a homemaker.

    Well, there were things that she didn’t want, too. Like, for example, to have to decide whether they went with a blue-silver theme, or a purple-gold theme, or… there were, as she was finding out, about ten thousand decisions like that to be made.

    Maybe, in an alternate universe, her mother would have helped with this. She’d have picked colors when Rose stood up in a huff and walked off without picking. But her mother wasn’t around any more. Maybe her father would have stepped in. But he wasn’t around, either. Which was the source of most of her problems.

    And she wasn’t going to get the sex, or the babies, or the love, either.

    Rose was a sensible person. Love and sex were an important part of marriage, but they weren’t the only thing in marriage. They were something that she could get in a perfect situation. She wasn’t in a perfect situation. She needed money, and she needed the tax break, and that meant getting married. It was that simple.

    Duncan’s lips pressed tight together and he looked at her. Rose was vaguely aware of him at the edge of her consciousness. The fact that he was watching her registered and she ignored it. This needed to get done.

    Rosie, if you don’t want to do this…

    It needs to get done, she said sharply. And I hate it when you call me that.

    Oh, come on. Don’t take that from me.

    I took it from you ten years ago, and you ignored that completely. Why would you suddenly start listening now?

    Ouch. That’s harsh.

    Well? Am I wrong?

    She studied the colors

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