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God, she was beautiful like this—playful eyes, tousled hair, naked in my bed. I wanted to lock the door and keep her here for the full ninety days without interruption.

But that wasn’t how this worked.

Sophie sat up, pulling the sheet with her. “Melanie said she’ll be flying in once a month to check in for film updates. Make sure we’re still convincingly blissful. We’re supposed to keep up appearances on our social media platforms, too, and they have the right to use anything we post however they see fit. Think you can handle all the attention, much less being married to me that long?”

I dragged a hand down my face, pretending to think. “Hmm. Tough call. You do steal the covers. And you drool a little in your sleep.”

She threw a pillow at me.

I caught it and tossed it aside. “Yeah. I can handle it.”

“And you fart in yours.” She laughed and flopped back beside me. I’d started craving her in a way I hadn’t expected.

“Must be the brews. You marry a brew man you get special treatment.” I laughed with her, lacing my fingers with hers, andwe quieted down for a minute. “What’ll you do with your half of the payday?”

Her smile widened. “Use the momentum to go national. This account with you is already drawing attention. I have emails from two potential clients in L.A. and another in Chicago. With the money, I can hire a team, take on more accounts, maybe finally get my own office.”

There was the truth. National clients. L.A. and Chicago. A team. A life built far away from Holly Creek—and me.

So that was her plan.

Ninety days, then she was gone. Off to build her empire. I was just the stepping stone. The guy she married for a headline, a campaign, a viral rebrand. She was smart, I’d give her that.

But it still stung.

Because no matter how good her mouth felt on mine or how amazing she looked naked in my sheets or the sound of my name on her moan as I did all kinds of sexy things with her, part of her was already gone. Planning her next move.

Just like Starla. Just like Cassandra. Just like every other woman on the show who sought out the fastest way to fame. The Keaton Kingston Experience was a step ladder for Sophie. That was all.

She noticed my silence. “Hey,” she said, crawling toward me and placing her hands on my shoulders. “You told me that whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together. Right?”

Her eyes held something soft. Something I didn’t want to name. Something I didn’t trust—but God, I wanted to.

She pressed a kiss to my chest, then my jaw, then my lips.

“I’m not going anywhere until the time’s up, and maybe not even then,” she whispered. “If you don’t kick me out, then I might stay.”

“Is that a promise, Mrs. Kingston?” I chuckled at calling her that, even though part of my heart ached. I suppose a little fun was exactly what I needed. Just had to keep my heart out of this.

“Sounds official. Mr. and Mrs. Kingston. Wild. Has a certain ring to it.” She peppered my jaw with kisses. “Just don’t forget I’m also your marketing consultant. In personal and business, I know all your weaknesses now.”

I smirked. “You think? Then what’s my number one weakness?”

She kissed me again. “Me. At least, if it isn’t now, it should be.”

Damn right.

Maybe ninety days wouldn’t be the end.

I could figure out a way to make her want more with me and stay. Forever. And that thought made me hard again—my body wanting to claim her as mine.

“Mm. Why Mr. Kingston. You’re not sick of me yet?” She teased, as she slid down on my cock, rocking on me so good, I quickly lost myself in the pleasure of her. This marriage of ours coming to an end was a problem for the future me to figure out before the expiration date. Right now, buried so deep inside of her, my one job was to convince her I was all she needed.

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THE DECEPTION BEGINS

KEATON

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