Arranged marriage? Check.
Cocky new husband? Check.
It's a marriage of convenienceāone Iām determined to keep strictly professional. I can't be stupid enough to fall for this sexy playboy's charm or advances. I have to be strong, even if he is my husband.
Except he has a huge cock with an even bigger ego, and his main goal in life seems to be getting me to stroke both. The arrogant bastard is like sweet, sugary candy for my libido. I know heās bad for me.
But I want to devour every wicked inch of him.
With his sexual prowess and experience, I know heāll be explosive in the bedroom. And since weāre stuck together for the foreseeable futureākeeping up this marriage charade long enough to turn the company profitable againāI deserve something to look forward to at the end of a long workday, right?
What could one little taste hurt?