Page 37 of Accidentally Marrying the Billionaire

"You don't seem scared."

"I'm excellent at faking confidence. It's a job requirement."

That startles a laugh out of her. "Billionaire CEO skill set?"

"Exactly. Right up there with reading spreadsheets and pretending to enjoy golf."

She squeezes my fingers. “Here’s the scariest part,” she says. “I already know that if things don’t work out between us, it would break my heart in a way that losing Kurt never did.”

“Good. He’s an idiot,” I say. “Not good about the broken heart. Princess, I’m not going to break your heart.” I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "We can take things as slowly as you want. I'm not going anywhere."

Her smile is small but real. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She picks up her fork again, spearing a piece of melon, then pauses halfway to her mouth. "Now tell me honestly—how expired is this cantaloupe?"

"Extremely. I bought it for a smoothie two weeks ago."

"Mike."

"I'm kidding. Mostly. I hate smoothies.”

She throws a grape at my head.

I catch it in my mouth.

And something between us settles into place—not a conclusion, but a beginning. A door opening instead of closing.

We'll figure out the rest.

Together.

chapter

fourteen

Mike

Later that night, after we’ve had dinner out, we’re leaving the restaurant when my wife tries to kill me.

“I’ve decided I don’t want to take things slowly at all,” she announces as soon as we’re enclosed in my car. “I think we should consummate our marriage.”

My heart is pounding so fast and loud, I think I might be having some sort of cardiac event. “Right now?” I ask with a wheeze.

She laughs. “We could drive home first.”

“Got it. Driving home.”

Once we’re parked in the garage, she leans over and kisses the hell out of me. I’m hard instantly.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Out of the car, now.” I grab her hand and practically pull her into the elevator that leads up to my penthouse.

I kick my condo door closed behind us, and before I can think twice, I've got Evelyn pressed against the wall. My mouth roaming all over her throat.

“You smell so fucking good.”

Her little mewls of pleasure drive me absolutely fucking crazy. This woman has been living in my condo, wearing my sweatshirts, humming while she does her lesson plans, and I've been losing my mind.