The Millionaire's Unexpected Proposal (Entangled Indulgence) by Jane Peden Read Free Book Online

was doing a good job of it.
    “I’m not looking forward to marrying you, Camilla. But I expect our arrangement to have at least a few benefits.”
    “The marriage is just a formality, Sam.” She glanced toward the stairs and spoke in a low hiss. “If you think you’re going to force me to sleep with you, then—”
    In a second his mouth captured hers, pressing that deceptively delicate body against his. He tightened his hold on her upper arms, lifting her up onto her toes, deepening the kiss until her lips trembled under his. He felt her yield, felt her nipples harden against his chest through her thin summer dress, while her resistance melted away and was replaced by the fiery response he remembered from Las Vegas.
    He stepped back the moment he felt her surrender, while she struggled to recover her breath. He’d wanted to make a point, but he’d felt dangerously close to losing himself in the moment. He kept his voice even and without emotion.
    “You can tell yourself you don’t want sex to be part of our marriage, Camilla, but your body doesn’t lie.” He paused. “You’re the one who showed up at my office and demanded that I marry you. And if you think I’m going to cheat on my wife or live like a monk for a year, then you don’t know me at all.”
    He moved past her to the door, picking up his briefcase. “I’ll be at the office late.” He turned. “The BMW’s in the garage and the keys are on the table.”

    Sam walked back in the door at 1:00 a.m., tired and in a bad mood, and smelled…chocolate chip cookies? He tossed his jacket on a chair in the living room, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, then wandered out to the kitchen. Camilla was lifting a batch of cookies off a baking sheet onto a set of racks on the marble island.
    She was wearing a short camisole that left an enticing line of skin exposed above a pair of cotton drawstring shorts with a strawberry pattern printed all over them. Her feet were bare and her toes were painted the color of the strawberries. Her hair was pulled back in a haphazard clip, with wisps of it escaping to frame her face.
    His mouth started to water, and he wasn’t sure which was more appealing at the moment—the plump chocolate chip cookies or the woman who was baking them.
    “It’s one a.m.,” he said.
    “I couldn’t sleep. I told JD we’d bake cookies earlier, but we didn’t get around to it.” She laughed nervously. “Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I like to bake.”
    “Apparently.”
    “Do you know you didn’t have any baking sheets or mixing bowls?”
    “Why would I have baking sheets and mixing bowls?”
    “Well, you have some now. Among other things. I got a little carried away at Williams-Sonoma. With your credit card.”
    “I told you to get whatever you needed. The sooner JD and Olivia feel at home here, the better.”
    “Want to try one?” She picked up a cookie herself and nibbled at the edge, then licked the crumbs from her lips. “Be careful, though. They’re cool enough on the edges, but the center could still be hot enough to burn you.”
    God. It felt like a punch in the gut as the thought crossed his mind that the description suited the woman far better than the cookies. Cool on the outside, he knew from experience that underneath it all Camilla was one hot little number. A few touches from him would be all it took to ignite that fire.
    He had a picture in his mind suddenly of pushing the camisole up so he could get his mouth on those perky breasts. Then loosening that drawstring and watching the strawberry shorts slip down her long, bare legs. He felt himself go hard as he wondered if she wore anything under her pajama shorts. Well, he was about to find out.
    “It’s not cookies I’ve got an appetite for at the moment,” he said roughly, moving toward her.
    “Sam, what are you doing?” She backed up a few steps, sudden awareness in her eyes, and dropped the cookie she’d been eating. Her face was flushed and