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  I wrap my legs around him, and he thrusts again, this time picking the pace and riding me until I feel my orgasm coming.

  His hands pin mine against the bed, and his possessiveness pushes me over the edge. I come in cascading waves, pleasure rocking my body in full force.

  Hunter releases my hands and clasps my hips harder, thrusting hard into me until he comes with a passionate cry, shooting his seed inside of me, my pussy milking him of every drop.

  His cock is still pulsing in my pussy when he whispers in my ear. “I love fucking you without a condom. It's the best decision we ever made.”

  He kisses me again, this time more tender, and then pulls out of me and takes me into his arms to cuddle.

  “Hunter,” I ask him.

  “Mm,” he mumbles in his post-coital bliss.

  “Why did you agree to marry me? I have to marry you so that I can take care of my parents and they can keep their home, but why did you agree to do something like that?”

  I shiver and press myself against the warmth of his body. He tightens his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.

  “I owe it to him. He left me something in his will. Now, go to sleep, baby,” he says and I get the nagging feeling this is not the whole story.

  Chapter Eight

  Hunter

  I can't believe how much my life has changed since I met Callie. I should go visit the old man's grave, maybe even take him some flowers to thank him.

  Callie and I have been hanging out together every free moment we have since we first had sex that night. I smile when I remember that Callie made tiramisu for me two days ago, and we ended up having sex on the kitchen floor. I'm ridiculously happy to have sex without a condom and shoot my seed inside of her. I'm still debating whether to tell her about the company, but I don't want to ruin our happiness, so I keep my mouth shut.

  Later today we’ve planned to watch a movie together, and I can't wait to hold her again in my arms. If you had told me a few months ago that I would become like my brother Weston, disgustingly in love with someone, I would have punched you in the face. I take a deep breath and turn my attention back to my computer. I find myself spacing out a lot these days, fantasizing like a teenager about her magic pussy.

  But it's not just about the sex with her. I genuinely like spending time with her. I shake my head when I remember the shopping trip we took the other day. I despise shopping and would have refused to take any of my former girlfriends, but I couldn't say no to her when she asked. She explained to me she wanted to change her wardrobe a bit to be more in line with her new life. I told her it was rubbish and that I liked her carefree style, but I took her anyway. I couldn't resist her, and we had a make-out session in the changing room.

  I jump when my intercom buzzes. “Mr. Young, your… Miss Roberts is here,” my assistant says.

  “Send her in, Martha,” I reply. I frown because I’m not expecting her. The door opens, and she waltzes in wearing the green dress I insisted on buying for her on our shopping trip.

  The side slit reveals her thigh every time she moves. It's sexy. Tantalizing.

  She looks sensational, and I want to bend her over my desk and fuck her.

  Her eyes lit up when our eyes meet.

  I smile and walk to her, planting a kiss on her expectant lips.

  “Callie,” I say. I catch her scent when I hug her, and my nostrils flare with need. I take a deep breath to calm myself and gesture toward my couch. She sits down and beams at me.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  She smiles. “Mr. Malone is out of town, and the IT department is installing the computer in my new office. I have the rest of the day off. I can't remember the last time that happened,” she says, and her brows snap together.

  “Anyway, I came to talk business with you,” she says, and her eyes grow serious.

  I frown. “Oh! What do you want to know?” I ask.

  “I'm kidding, silly,” she says. “You should see your face,” she laughs.

  I force a smile.

  “Our wedding planner sent me our seating chart, and I don't know any of these people. I want you to help me, and then we can go to dinner if—you have time,” she says. Her expression is hopeful, and I can't refuse her even though I still have a lot of work to do.

  “Sure, baby,” I say, and my heart skips a beat when she gives me a lopsided grin. “I'm glad you approve of my plan, Hunter.”

  I'm so completely and pathetically in love with my future wife that I decide to never tell her about the company. I don't care if it holds a strategic purpose for the future of my business. I'm willing to let it go.

  Callie owns me heart and soul, and I'll do everything in my power to make her happy.

  And make her fall in love with me.

  Chapter Nine

  Callie

  “You know that tiramisu we chose as our wedding cake is not as good as a homemade one,” I say emphatically. “You haven’t tasted good tiramisu until you’ve eaten a homemade one.” We are sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Hunter kisses me often, and seems very relaxed. He looks really happy, but I dare not speculate. After all, I’ve only known him for two weeks. I'm afraid I'm playing with fire, and I might get burned.

  Hunter smiles at me and kisses me. “I can't wait for you to make it,” he says.

  “The best tiramisu I've ever eaten was in Italy,” he says and returns his attention to the TV.

  I'm envious of him visiting Italy, but maybe I'll get there one day. I would especially like to visit the city of Treviso. 'Le Beccherie' restaurant in Treviso was the first to add tiramisu to its menu. Hunter grabs a handful of popcorn, and I'm amazed at how much he eats and how good he looks.

  “Hunter,” I ask. “How do you manage to stay fit? I mean you're the only person I know who has those incredible abs, but you seem to eat a lot of food.”

  He laughs. “Today is my cheat day, I usually don't eat that much, especially not popcorn. But, to answer your question, I eat a lot of good fats, protein, and vegetables. I also go to the gym four times a week, and I'm following the LeanGains Protocol,” he says between mouthfuls of popcorn.

  “LeanGains?” I have no idea what he just said, but more power to him if it works for him. I'll do an online search later to see what that stuff is.

  “Callie?” he says and places his hand on my thigh. I'm still surprised that he is so tactile with me. He's constantly touching and kissing me, and he even holds my hand when we go out. I mean that is normal behavior for a boyfriend, but he's not my boyfriend. He's more like a groom with benefits. I groan and Hunter frowns. “Callie, you didn't answer my question. You seem a million miles away. Are you okay?” he asks.

  I smile faintly. “I'm sorry I just spaced out for a bit, I'm a little tired.”

  “I’ve kept you up the last couple of nights to have sex. Forgive me. I'll try to let you sleep more. It's just that I can't seem to get enough of you.” He whispers that last part, and I can sense that he is a little puzzled. I can't deny that we have great sexual chemistry, but I'm not sure it's enough to sustain a marriage. I guess we'll stay married for a few years than divorce when the attraction wears off. I could have gotten a much worse deal with a different person. Hunter is kind, sexy, and a little possessive and overbearing at times. But he means well, and he respects me. I don't need him to love me for this arrangement to work. And he's a financial wizard, so I'm sure I'll learn a lot of useful things.

  “You're doing it again,” he says. “Spacing out.”

  “I'm sorry,” I say. “I'm trying to learn all I can before I inherit all that responsibility from my grandfather. I'm terrified I'm going to make bad decisions and people will lose their jobs. I haven't been sleeping well.”

  He takes a deep breath. “You'll do great, Callie. You have a big heart and that’s all that matters.”

  I nod. “Thank you, Hunter,” I say and lean over and kiss him. His expression becomes unreadable, but then he quickly smiles
. “You know, this is the first time you’ve kissed me. I'm usually the one doing all the kissing,” he says. “I like it. You should do it more.”

  “Okay,” I say. “We have to go to my parents' house for dinner tomorrow,” I remind him and look at him apologetically. “I’m sorry about that.”

  “No worries, I like your parents and your mom's cooking. And we also have an invitation from my brother Weston. He and Sara celebrate their first wedding anniversary next week, and they’re having a party. They are really eager to meet you. Although I'll warn you, they are disgustingly happy and in love.“

  “Oh, we should buy them a present, then,” I say.

  Our conversation is surreal for two people who have known each other for about a month. We sound like an old married couple, but we have sex like the world is going to end tomorrow. Most nights end in screaming orgasms, and then I wake up and go to work like nothing changed. But it has. My world is not the same since I’ve met him.

  He frowns. “I guess we should buy them a present. Do you want to go to Italy for our honeymoon? I'll take you to Treviso for the best tiramisu in the world, and we can visit during the day and have lots of sex during the night.”

  “Okay, sounds good. Thank you.” I say. I’m thrilled at the the idea of spending our honeymoon in Italy. I want to jump with joy, but I still feel awkward around Hunter so I don’t say anything else.

  Chapter Ten

  Hunter

  She looks incredibly sexy in her black satin dress. We sneaked outside by the pool to watch the stars. She leans against my chest with a sigh of contentment, and I kiss her hair. It's a pity we're at a party and I can't peel the dress off her for a few more hours. Maybe we can sneak out a little early, although I doubt that since my whole family is here. I'm sure they'll be all over Callie. I'll have to stay by her side tonight, or they'll scare her off.

  “I'm going to the toilet,” she whispers, and I almost want to go with her and fuck her there. I sigh and let her go when I see my brother coming towards me.

  “Hi, Hunter, how are you? How is everything with Callie?” My brother is the only person I’ve told about this whole arranged marriage business, but maybe I shouldn't have. Not if he's going to be nosy.

  I scowl at him to back off. “Callie is fine, Weston. Don't worry about her. Tell me about you and Sara. This is your night. Congratulations, man. I never dreamed you'll be the poster boy for a happy marriage.”

  “Thank you, Hunter. I’m lucky I found Sara. You should talk with Callie about the company. She has the right to know the truth, Hunter. You know how important that company is for our business. We lost it when the old man did that hostile takeover, but now we have a chance to get it back.”

  Words fail me. Weston is right, but he isn't in love with her.

  “I'm glad you two get along so well. It'll make it easier for her to understand the situation,” he says. “I can't wait until you two get married so we can get our company back.”

  “If she says what she needs to say in front of her grandfather's lawyer. But it’s just three little words, and if you play your cards right, you might get our company back. I'm sure she'll understand what's at stake. After all, she also loses everything if you don't agree to marry her.”

  I frown with displeasure and refrain from punching him in the face. You wouldn't guess Weston is ruthless in his business dealings by seeing him with his wife.

  “What the hell is he talking about, Hunter?” Callie says behind me, her voice cold and sharp as a knife.

  She stares at me when I turn, and I hear Weston swear behind me.

  Her eyes harden, and ice shivers down my spine.

  “Is it true? This was all a ploy so I would fall for you and do whatever you want?” she asks. She averts her eyes and turns away, disgust clear on her face.

  Regret washes over me.

  Weston clears his throat. “I'll leave you two to talk. I'm sorry, Hunter. Callie, please forgive me. I'm sorry I hurt you with my big mouth,” he says.

  “Just go, Weston, you've done enough,” I reply. He leaves, and I walk a few steps and position myself in front of her.

  Tears are falling from her eyes, and her pale and withdrawn face makes my insides twist with regret and shame.

  “Callie, please hear me out,” I beg. “Your grandfather stole my company two years ago. He did a hostile takeover. Let me explain, please. It’s not what you think.”

  “No,” she says, and hate comes off her in waves. “There is nothing you could say that will make you forgive me,” she promises through clenched teeth. “What are the three little words your brother mentioned I have to say so that you can get your precious company back?”

  “I love you. I can only get my company back if you declare your love for me on our wedding day in front of your grandfather's lawyer.”

  All color leaves her cheeks, and she stumbles. I leap to catch her in case she falls, but her eyes bulge with hate, and I stop myself from touching her.

  “Well, you failed,” she says. “Because I don't love you, and I never will. But like your brother said, I understand how this goes. I'll tell Mr. Malone whatever you want me to on our wedding day, but I never want to see your face after we get married. You were right. This thing is so much bigger than us.”

  “I love you, Callie,” I plead. “Please, believe me. I am so in love with you I can't think straight. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Please don't throw away our happiness. I should have told you about this, but I was afraid of losing you.”

  She gives me a bitter laugh. “You can't lose what you never had, Hunter. I don't love you and I never will, do you understand me?” she says and tightens her hands into fists.

  Her cruel words torment me, so I avert my eyes and lean against one of the columns that support the terrace.

  She looks into my eyes and bursts into tears. “I don't want to see you until that damn wedding. Don't call me. Ever. I don't want to see you,” she says, her face ashen with grief.

  I want to kiss her tears away, but it seems I’ve lost her forever because she turns and runs towards the driveway.

  My soul plunges into despair, and I already miss her. I don't know how I'm going to survive so much pain.

  Chapter Eleven

  Callie

  I am numb. I should feel happy since it's my wedding day and I'm marrying the man I love, but I only want to go home, curl up under the covers, and cry. Which I have been doing for the past two weeks. The month I spent with Hunter is the happiest I've been in my life.

  My mood plummets again, and pain grips my chest while sorrow shreds my insides. I touch the ring he gave me, still on my left hand. I hadn't been able to take it off.

  I'm not worried that I'm gonna cry and ruin my makeup because I have no more tears left in me.

  “Honey, your car is here,” my mom says. “Are you all right? You haven't been yourself for the last two weeks,” she says with a worried glance. “You are gorgeous, honey. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”

  “Thank you, Mom. It's my dream wedding dress. I'm glad you like it,” I say. I force myself to smile, but I feel so empty and cold despite the sunshine outside.

  It's a short drive to Mr. Malone's office, and people look at me funny when I emerge from the car in my wedding dress to enter the office building.

  The elevator takes me to his floor, and I knock on the door and get in.

  My heart leaps in my chest when I see Hunter by the window. He looks incredibly handsome in his black linen tuxedo. His face is an unreadable mask, and his mouth is set in a hard line. His eyes narrow when he sees me, but he doesn't otherwise acknowledge me.

  “Why are you here, Hunter?” I ask. “Do you want to make sure that you get your precious company back?”

  He shrugs and says nothing, but I think his control is slipping away because the muscle in his jaw twitches. His expression hardens, and I turn my back to him. I can't bear to look at him and not being able to kiss him.
r />   “Miss Roberts, your future husband can't influence your answer. I need you to be honest with me. If I determine that you are lying, Mr. Young won't get his company and you won't get your parents’ house,” he says his voice firm and his eyes cold.

  I tighten my jaw. I consider Mr. Malone a friend after the way we’ve worked together for the past six weeks, but I guess he’s not. Silly me. I’ve been played again.

  “Very well, Mr. Malone,” I say.

  He shuffles some papers on his desk while we stand in an uncomfortable silence. I can feel Hunter's eyes burning into my back.

  “Miss Roberts, per your grandfather's will, I have to ask you something before you can marry Mr. Young.”

  “Ask away!” I challenge him.

  “Do you love Mr. Young?” he says.

  “Yes, I do. I love him very much. He's everything I ever wanted in a man. And more,” I say and stare at him defiantly.

  Hunter exhales loudly. “Is this true?” he asks, but I ignore him.

  “Mr. Young, since Miss Roberts has expressed her love for you, we can sign the papers now. The company is yours,” Mr. Malone says.

  “Thank you, but I don't want it,” he says. “She's more important than some company.”

  I gape at him, and hope blossoms in my belly.

  “Callie, I love you, so I'm not taking the company. You can keep it. I only want you; do you hear me? Is it true what you said before, that you love me?” His voice breaks, and my vision blurs with tears.

  “Answer me, goddammit,” he demands.

  “Yes, it's true,” I say.

  “Oh God,” he exhales, long and deep, and then springs into action. He's in front of me in a split second and takes me into his arms. “Don't cry, baby,” he says.

  He tangles his hand in my hair and kisses me hungrily, and I respond with equal fervor. I’ve missed him so much and dreamed of him kissing me while we were apart. Joy bubbles inside me, and happiness warms my heart now that I'm finally in his arms again.