It was a stupid game we were playing. A way for her to get her inheritance and me to get out from under Donovan's thumb.
I didn't even like her.
I wasn't supposed to daydream about getting her off. Or fantasize about the way she'd look riding me. Or wonder if she kissed as cruelly as she fought.
I wasn't supposed to fall for her.
I was only supposed to marry her.
Dirty Sexy Games
I didn't have a plan for him.
He was the means to an end, a workaround to the cruel terms of my father's will that would allow me to inherit his company.
I hadn't planned to fall for him.
I hadn't planned to enjoy every minute of our wedding, hadn't planned to gasp his name so many times that night, hadn't planned for the sexy games on our honeymoon.
