Page 57 of To Tango, with Desire

“Oh god.” She gasped, arching against me. “We can’t do this.”

I gripped her ass, pressing her body against mine.

“That’s a shame. I had hoped to bend you over that desk, hike up your imaginary skirt, and eat you out until you came all over my very important paperwork.”

“Holy shit.” She jerked against me.

“Then I’d take out my cock and slowly fuck you until you came again.”

She cried out as I palmed her through her trousers. But before I could touch her belt, she jerked back, chest heaving.

“No.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets, cock screaming for attention. “No, that fantasy doesn’t appeal, or no, stop touching me?”

“Just no.” She stood tall, chest out, chin held high.

Amira would make the perfect wife. Driven and determined. She was regal as a queen. Fierce as a tiger.

And mine to tame.

“I came here today to talk terms. And this is one of them.”

“Sex? Well, I’m glad to hear it because I plan to have plenty of it. But if you have particular kinks you want to discuss before we’re married, I’m happy to make a note. Come.” I motioned to the long meeting table on the far side of my office.

“Focus, Zane. And not on how many orgasms you’ll be having.”

“We’ll be having, sweetheart. Your pleasure is my number one goal.”

She walked over to the opposite side of the table and sat down. The not-so-subtle move made me grin and a quick thrill snuck up my spine. There was nothing I liked more than negotiating. And something told me that doing business with Amira would be just as challenging as it was arousing.

“So you have terms?” I sat down.

“I do.”

“I’m ready to hear them.” I set up the recorder on my phone, keen to do this the right way.

Amira shifted in her seat, then began. “Do you want an open marriage?”

It was as if all the blood drained from my body, pooling at my feet. “What the fuck, Amira?”

“I—” She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know you well enough to know the answer to that question, which is why I asked. I want exclusivity. If we’re going to make this marriage work, we can’t be seeing other people.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Perhaps lead with that next time.” This woman was going to be the death of me. From the tiny smirk on her lips, I bet she’d known exactly how I would receive that piece of information. “We’re in agreement. I want no other woman. Only you. Next condition.”

“I want a double surname. So for legal purposes I’d be Hadid-Nasser on all the paperwork. But only Hadid for my business.”

“That’s fine with me and entirely your choice. Next.”

“I want a prenup.”

I leaned back in my chair. “You’ll make my lawyers very happy. But I’m curious, given I’m the one with majority to lose money-wise, why do you want one?”

“I want to protect my business. I keep my assets. You keep yours.”

While what she said was perfectly reasonable, my skin crawled at the sentiment.

“You want a prenup and we can arrange that. But I promised your parents to take care of you. I have a lot of property, wealth, connections. I want to offer that to you.”