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glided down her back, then over her round ass. He squeezed, pulling her tighter to his swelling cock. The robe was short enough that his fingertips contacted bare skin. Smooth and soft.

Oh, God, another second of this and he’d rip open the satin robe and feast on her rather than the romantic dinner she’d arranged. He tore himself away and aimed her toward the stove, his hands gliding over her delightful ass one more time, and then he patted it.

“You put dinner out and I’ll go change.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, a seductive smile on her lips.

His cock twitched. God, he couldn’t believe how sexy it was when she called him sir.

He strode to the bedroom and shed his suit, pulled on satin pajama bottoms and a matching robe, then walked back into the dining room.

“You learned to cook quickly,” he said as he sat down, eyeing the gourmet meal laid out in front of him.

There was a chateaubriand surrounded by truffles and small roasted potatoes, béarnaise sauce, glazed beans with almonds, and a basket of fresh buns.

“I used your credit card and had the meal delivered.”

“It’s your credit card, sweetheart. To use however you like. Not just for me.” He took her hand. “You’re my wife.”

“Of course.”

But he could tell she still hadn’t fully accepted that, which made his heart ache. He wanted her to be his. Completely.

That’s why he’d ended it with Will. He loved being with him, but what he felt for River …

For a long time, he’d thought it was just an obsession. A mix of his sexual desire for her and a dollop of guilt, which made him want to make up to her for what had happened in college. But when he’d seen her again after all these years … as he spent time with her … he’d quickly come to realize that what he felt for her was love. Deep and consuming.

That’s why he’d changed their business arrangement into a marriage contract. So he’d have time to convince her how much he loved her. And hope that she’d grow to love him, too.

He wanted River as his wife. The two of them a normal, happy couple. It was the way things should be.

Seeing Will kissing her the other day had shaken him badly. He’d thought Will would be by his side, steadfast, helping him with the transition. Helping River, too. But not like that. God, he felt so betrayed.

His gaze fell on River again. So sweet and sexy. So different from him, but drawing him like the moon draws the tides, her immutable allure addictive.

If only she would fall in love with him so they could become a real, happily married couple. Then everything would be perfect.

From the way things were going, this weekend would be a good start.

After dinner, she stood up and cleared away the dishes. He sat and watched the sway of her sexy ass as she walked to the kitchen, enjoying being the cared-for husband. After she took the last dishes away, he walked to the living room and opened the champagne chilling on ice on the coffee table. He sat down and filled the two flutes sitting beside the bucket.

She walked into the room, her body swaying softly, her long legs made even sexier with those shoes. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her white satin-clad shoulders in gleaming waves.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” he said, unable to drag his gaze from her.

She smiled. Her fingers tangled in the sash and it loosened, then the robe sagged from her shoulders. His breath caught as the silk drifted lower, parting in front. She let the robe fall away and the sight of her in the white satin corset, her full breasts cupped in white lace, made his heart palpitate.

She was stunning.

His gaze drifted lower, to the small triangle of lace covering her pussy. His cock swelled at the thought that she might be as turned on as he was right now, which would mean she was damp beneath the thin fabric.

Just the thought that she wanted him made his cock twitch.

“Thank you for your lovely gift. Since I didn’t wear it on our wedding night, I wanted to wear it for you tonight.”

She turned around slowly. The sight of her bare, beautifully round and firm ass made his cock swell another inch.

He stood up and walked toward her, driven by a burning need to touch her. He glided his hands down her sides, loving the sensation of the silk beneath