Rafe Shawl needs a wife. In order to inherit his father’s company, he has to be married, and the moment he bumps into Ellis Johnson, spilling coffee down her, he knows she’s the perfect woman for the job.
Covered in coffee, Ellis knows there’s no way she’s going to get the job that she’d been about to be interviewed for—but the guy who’d just done the damage is offering to pay her a million dollars just to have coffee with him. She can’t refuse, especially when she realizes his offer is legit—one coffee and then becoming his wife.
Ellis sees no other alternative, so she agrees to be his wife, and help him win back his father’s company. Five years, that’s all she has to do. Five years, pretending to be in love with him.
But five years will never be enough when she’s really fallen in love with him.
But what will happen when she finds out that he lied to her? Not only does she have to give him five years, but he also needs an heir…
“You okay over there?” she asked, placing her card on top of the pile.
“You’re thinking a lot.”
“I’m just curious.”
“About what?” she asked, taking a sip of her water. Her tongue peeked out, and he watched her lick up the drop, making him ache.
“Did you have a boyfriend waiting for you back home?” He’d been so focused on getting what he wanted that he’d not even given her wants or desires a thought.
She laughed. “No, of course not. Do you think I’d marry another guy while I had someone waiting for me back home?”
“Have you dated anyone?” he asked.
“What is all this about?”
“I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.”
“Let’s see, the last guy I dated told me that he couldn’t stand to touch me anymore because my curves were a turn-off. I’ve had two serious boyfriends, but they’ve lasted about six months each.” She shrugged. “When I met you, I’d been in a rough patch.”
“It was kind of lucky for you to find me.”
“If I recall, you were lucky to find me. I’ve even got the clothes to prove it.”
“Did the dry cleaners ever get the coffee stain out of the shirt?”
“Nope. There’s still a brown stain. Kind of scares me where you bought your coffee from. It sticks a little too well.”
He chuckled as they finished their cards. Picking them up, he shuffled again and began to deal them out.
“I need some more water.” She got up, and her scent filled every one of his senses.
Unable to resist, he got to his feet and made his way toward the kitchen. Ellis was adding ice to her glass when he entered. She looked up at him and smiled, and it was that one simple action that spurred him forward.
She took a step back as he advanced into the room until her ass hit the kitchen counter. Reaching out, he stroked her cheek, tilting her head back.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
Ellis didn’t look frightened, and he didn’t want her to be.
“I just need to know,” he said.
Running his thumb across her lip, he watched her tongue peek out as if it couldn’t resist either, and had a little taste of him. The action made his cock harden even more.
Without saying another word, he slammed his lips down on hers, holding her close, not wanting to let go. She released a little whimper, but threw her arms around his neck, not pushing him away.
With his free hand, he gripped her hip and pressed his cock against her stomach. He ached all over for the need to be inside her, and only her.