Page 102 of Sold to Her Enemy

“What’s your point, Mckenna?” I grab her wrist, holding it firmly.

“My point is that we like different things. I like smelling of horses with hay in my hair. I want to come home feeling exhausted, with my bones aching, too tired to cook anything after looking after someone’s beloved pets all day. I want to throw a frozen dinner in the microwave and watch reality TV.”

“And you think I won’t like you with dirty nails?” I raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. Will you?” Her emerald eyes blaze with anger.

“I am not my father, Mckenna. It’s true I haven’t thought of doing life differently than expected of me, but you make me think of a different future. As long as you’re in that future, I can do anything. Even if it’s riding a horse or having dinner waiting for you when you get home. I told you, I want to be the stay-at-home dad.” I hold up a finger as she starts to protest. “Or the kept husband. I don’t care.”

And I’ve had enough of this talk. I lift out of my seat, grab her face, and kiss her. My mouth crashes over hers, hungry and needy. She whimpers but kisses me back. The blood rushes to my cock. “We won’t fight, Mckenna. And if I ever get angry with you, I’ll just spank you until I’m not.”

Her startled laugh is a sweet reward.

“I know we’re meant to be.” I rub her wrist in little circles where I had held it.

Mckenna looks away. I take a pastry bite and hold it to her mouth. “Open. You’re going to need your strength.”

She opens her lush lips and takes the morsel from my fingers.

It’s not that I think being together will be smooth sailing. I know my parents are going to question my decision. I know the pearl clutchers at home might have an opinion too, but for once, I’m doing what I want, not what obligation or legacy has dictated I must do.

Does that make me selfish?

Then fine, I’m selfish.

I know I can give Mckenna a good life, and we’ll be happy together.

We eat the rest of lunch, then pile back on the golf cart and drive to my car.

“This was nice, Adrian. Thank you,” she brushes her lips against my cheek.

My cock is throbbing because the sound of my name from her lips in that soft, breathy tone is one that I want to hear over and over again.

“I want to make you happy, Mckenna.” I hold open her door and then come around to mine.

“Home, Mr. McIntyre?”

“Yes,” I nod to my driver before settling into the back seat. I rest my hand on Mckenna’s leg, noticing she’s blinking back tears as we leave behind the horses.

“There are other stables.”

“Yeah.” She sounds like she’s going to cry, and I can’t stand that.

“Mckenna, you’ll be back with your horses soon.”

For a moment, I wonder if I should tell her that Penelope is okay, but I’m saving that for later in case I need to sway her opinion.

Is that a dirty trick?

I don’t care.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s back with me after I drop her off at Club Lust tonight.

“I know. I’m just thinking of Grace and why she didn’t contact me.”

This I can at least tell her. “Grace and Brett divorced.”

Her eyebrows rise to her hairline. “When?”

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