Page 10 of Her Irresistible Husband

Uh...no?

Totallynotcorrect?

But I'm unable to say this, having ended up choking at his words.

I mean...no such thing was ever written on my list, so where did that even come from?

I take a deep breath, intending to remind him that Hope Rises would only allow us contact with Samuelifwe pass the preliminary round. That's all the simulation is for. To improve our chances of having our application approved.

But when I look up and find myself drowning in the icy depths of his gaze, what I hear myself say instead is—

"Yes, that's absolutely correct."

I think I've just lost my mind.

"But on one condition—"

Yup, I've definitely gone mad.

"And that's for you to promise you'll only take my virginity on our wedding night."

TEN HOURS LATER, ANDmy mind is still reeling at how quickly everything moves when money is thrown around to smooth things out.

In the blink of an eye, my entire apartment has been packed and moved into his massive ranch just outside San Antonio. Emphasis on massive, with all of my belongings fitting onlytwoof the twelve guest suites he has available.

I mean, really.

Twelve?

Does he know that's enough to operate a B&B?

My heart is torn between uncertainty and wonder as I look around the converted barnhouse that serves as his home. Industrial steel beams stretch across soaring ceilings while Persian rugs laid over polished concrete floors swallow the sound of my footsteps. Everything about this place is beyond luxurious, and when I think about how this could indeed be my home and Sammy's for the rest of our lives...

I feel like I'm where I belong, God.

But what I don't know is if things are happening according to Your timing.

Is it possible that we're moving too fast?

His estate manager, a kind woman named Penny, gives me a tour of the main areas. The kitchen alone is bigger than my old apartment, with restaurant-grade appliances and a marble island that can seat ten. The living areas flow seamlessly together, all dark wood and rich leather, masculine but somehow inviting.

I push aside my worries for now, focusing on Penny's earnest chatter about meal times and household routines.

After she leaves, I'm finally alone in what is apparently now my suite. The bathroom is a masterpiece of white marble and brushed steel, with a rainfall shower that's practically the size of a small room.

I'm standing under the hot spray, trying to process everything that's happened today, when I hear the door to the en suite open.

Wynd.

He walks inside like it's entirely natural to do so, and he just keeps walking even though I'm completely naked.

Wynd doesn't even try to look away, and even worse is how I can't seem to find the will to cover myself as he devours me with his icy blue eyes. There's something almost reverent in the way he looks at me, like I'm a work of art he's been waiting his whole life to see.

He joins me in the shower still fully dressed, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed, watching his white dress shirt become wet and transparent until it's clinging to his golden, muscled chest.

Water drips from his wheat-colored hair as he reaches for me, spinning me around before pushing me gently against the cool glass tiles. I gasp at the contrast of temperatures, with the cold wall against my heated skin while warm water cascades over the both of us.

He slowly reaches between my legs, and I completely lose the ability to think as he starts pleasuring me with his fingers.

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