Page 9 of Her Irresistible Husband

I am totally...

He swivels his chair to face me.

...incalculable.

And I promptly drop myself onto his lap.

He stiffens beneath me, but I ignore this and instead wriggle to make myself comfortable on his muscular thighs—

"Stop that."

I'm about to protest when I feel his throbbing length pressing against me through his expensive trousers.

Oh.

I've awakened the beast.

Found a banana in his pocket.

Stop, Star!

"I'm sorry," I say lamely instead.

"Just stop moving," he advises, "if you don't want to lose your virginity in the next thirty minutes."

I nod right away.

I don't want that, of course.

Absolutely not.

Right?

Oh, Star, get a grip!

I'm about to clear my throat when he suddenly snatches the paper from my hand, and I cry out in shocked protest.

"No!"

I try turning around to take it back, but a large hand clamps down on my waist as soon as I do, a wordless command issued in its warning squeeze.

"A marriage simulation trial," Wynd drawls from behind me as he reads my carefully handwritten list, "to determine the suitability of both parties as prospective parents."

"Um..."

I try facing him again, and this time he lets me.

"About that..."

"If I'm reading this correctly, are you saying you want us to live together to see how we do as parents—"

Oh, good, he gets it!

"And at the same time test our sexual compatibility while we're at it—"

Or not.

"Correct?"

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