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GENEVIEVE

I’ve never been nervous about having sex before.

I don’t think I was even nervous the first time, that I can remember. It was in college, and I remember being very careful about who I picked for my first—someone who was attractive but also seemed nice enough that he’d be careful with me, and make sure it didn’t hurt. It all worked out the way I wanted it to. It was a nice experience, a little romantic, and it didn’t hurt very much. A success, all things considered.

Rowan makes me nervous. Butterflies take off in my stomach the moment he steps into the room, an expression on his face that tells me that he’s wondering if my vague ‘a few days’ really meant exactly three. And I could tell him that ‘a few days’ actually meant tomorrow night. I could buy myself another day and try to settle my nerves, talk myself down. I could give myself more time to remember that this is, for all intents and purposes, a job. Business, not pleasure.

This doesn’t feel like business, though. The way his gaze slides over me makes my skin feel like he’s setting it on fire before he’s ever even touched me. I remember the way it felt when he kissed me the first time, and those butterflies take off in a frenzied cloud again.

He turns me on more than any man has in a very long time. But I don’t want to complicate things with lust. I don’t want to complicate them at all.

I swallow hard, setting my book down. “Well,” I say slowly, trying to stay calm, “I think it’s time I keep up my end of the deal.”

Rowan’s eyes darken instantly. “You’ll hear no argument from me, lass,” he murmurs, his voice suddenly deeper, huskier, his Irish brogue thicker than before. He reaches up, undoing the first button of his shirt as he starts to walk toward me, and I feel my stomach swoop as I remember the sight of his bare chest on our wedding night. I’ve managed to avoid seeing him shirtless since then, but I don’t think I’m going to manage that tonight.

My gaze sweeps downward as he undoes his shirt one button at a time. By the time he’s reached the edge of the bed, it’s fallen open, revealing all that ridged, cut muscle again that my fingers are itching to trace.

I swallow hard, looking up at him. “We need to set some rules.”

Rowan blinks at me. “I thought we already came to terms, lass.” His voice is rough with desire, and there’s a bit of irritation in it, too. Impatience. That impatience, thatneed, stirs at me, making me want to bite back so that I don’t feel it, too.

“We didn’t talk about—” I pause, trying to calm the sudden racing of my heart as he shrugs his shirt off. “What we’re going to do.”

He smirks, reaching for his belt. “I thought you weren’t a virgin, lass. Do I need to explain how it all works?”

“I know how it works!” I glare at him, pushing away from him on the bed. His eyes darken and narrow as his gaze follows me, and he reaches down, shoving his pants down his hips.

There’s only his boxer briefs keeping him from being entirely naked now, and there’s nothing disguising the thick ridge of his cock. I feel my eyes widen as I stare at it, and when my gaze flicks back up to Rowan’s, I see a gratified expression on his face.

“Impressive, isn’t it,taibhseach?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “It’s fine. It’ll do the job.”

“Oh, it’ll do the job alright, lass. It’ll make you scream before the night’s over. And before that?—”

“There is nobefore that,” I say firmly, trying not to sound as breathless as I feel. “We’re having sex for a reason, Rowan.”

“Aye. There’s always a reason.” He hooks his thumbs in the edge of his boxer briefs. “For one, it feels fucking incredible?—”

“To get me pregnant.” My heart is pounding. I can’t keep from looking down to where I can see the dark hair just above his cock now, the fabric of his briefs so close to showing the base of it. A tease, which is exactly what I think he intended.

“Aye.” His voice is rough now, so thickly accented that it sends a wave of heat over me. “I’ve got every intention of doing just that, Genevieve.”

My eyes flutter briefly closed at the sound of my name on his lips. “We’re… only going to do what it takes to get me pregnant. Nothing else. Just that.”

“Hm.” He slides off the last scrap of his clothing, and his cock springs free. I can’tnotlook at it. He’s huge, thick, and long, and bigger than any man I’ve ever been with before. I can already see pre-cum pearling at the tip, a thick white drop of liquid on the verge of spilling down his shaft. I can see how much he wants me. He’s rock-hard, veins standing out against the straining flesh, and I can feel my own arousal soaking through my silk shorts as my clit throbs. I can only imagine how fucking good he’s going to feel inside of me.

Rowan moves onto the bed toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. I feel a shiver run through me as he leans over me, one hand reaching up to brush my hair away from my face. As he leans in to kiss me, I quickly turn my face away, and he frowns.

“Genevieve.”

“You heard me.” I reach down, dragging my silk top off in one quick motion. Rowan pulls back, his gaze instantly dropping to my breasts, and I see his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of them, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip as my small pink nipples tighten in the cool air of the room.

“I had plans to strip that off of you slowly,” he murmurs, and I reach for the waistband of my shorts. Rowan leans forward suddenly, his hands closing over my wrists, and I bite down on a gasp before it can slip free. “You’re going about this too fast, lass. Let me?—”

“No.” I try to wriggle free, but his fingers stay curled around my wrists. “Just—let me get undressed, and we’ll get this over with.”

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