C5 Exist

Bea ignored the butterflies she felt in her stomach, invoked by his statement.

"We need to set some ground rules for our marriage" she said. "The way we are going to live after the marriage"

"Fine by me" he said. "You can set them as we get to know each other"

Bea eyed him warily. She suspected him. She knew he wasn't who appeared to be. She knew there was more to his smiley face and gorgeous exterior.

She did a research on him and figured out that he owned a couple of companies so why did he choose to be a Co-CEO.

She was going to ask him that but she didn't want to bombard him.

"Let's just get this marriage over with!" She said to him.

‘Don’t be so glum,’ he cautioned and, without her realising it, he’d crossed the room and was standing right in front of her. His eyes bored into hers and everything in the room seemed to slow down, to stammer to a stop. She stared up at him, her heart racing, her mouth dry, her eyes roaming his face hungrily. ‘You will enjoy certain aspects of being my wife. We have an explosive chemistry’

She swallowed in an attempt to bring moisture back to her mouth. ‘You’re wrong.’

He laughed, a dry sound, and swooped his head down, to claim her mouth with his. ‘When it comes to women and sex, Beatrice, I’m never wrong.’

Her pulse hammered in her ears and her body went into overdrive, her nerve-endings tingling, her heart throbbing. She wanted to resist him. God, she wanted to make a point. She wanted to push him away. But with her dying breath, with every fibre of her being, she wanted this more. She lifted her hands, burying them in his shirt, her senses noting everything about him—his warmth, his strength, his masculine fragrance, his closeness, his hardness, his very him-ness. Memories of how it had been before flashed through her and she whimpered, low in her throat, when one of his hands moved behind her, cupping her bottom and pulling her forward, pressing her to his arousal until she made a groaning sound, tilting her head back to give him better access to her mouth.

And he dominated her with his kiss, his mouth making a mockery of her objections, his lips showing her how completely he could force her surrender, how quickly he could crumble all her reserves, how quickly he could turn her into trembling putty in his arms.

How little, in that moment, she minded.

He lifted his head, pulling away from her, his breathing roughened by passion, as her own was. ‘I have no intention of making your life difficult or unpleasant, Bea. Through the days, you’ll barely know I exist.’

Her pulse was still hammering inside her and her body was weak with desire. When she spoke, the words were faint, breathy. ‘And at night?’

‘At night,’ he promised, lifting his hand and stroking his thumb across her cheek, ‘you won’t be able to exist without me.’