Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
His nostrils flared, and his eyes tapered. “I wasn’t the one who—”
“Yes, you were,” I said, cutting him off. “In the courthouse. You left me.”
Incredibly, I didn’t think I was taking my BJ rage out on Riggs. I genuinely felt more hurt about my fake husband not spending time with me after our sham wedding than my real boyfriend for the last decade running off with some plastic-tit Finnish girl. Or was she Swedish?
Riggs looked ready to toss me out of the Empire State Building. “You can’t just run off like that.”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “Why? You’ve made a career out of it. Running off is literally your entire personality.”
“We’re not talking about me,” he said tightly.
“I second that statement.” I took another generous gulp of vodka. “We never talk about you. I don’t know the first thing about you. Why all the mystery, Riggs Bates? What do you have to hide?”
Even though I desperately wanted to know more about him, what I really wanted right now was to unbutton his jeans, drop to my knees, and suck him off until he couldn’t stop himself anymore and enjoy a round or two of his wife. Revenge sex was the best kind of sex, or so I’d been told.
But Riggs didn’t look sultry and turned on. He looked like he was ready to pump my stomach and send me off to a wellness center. “Look, I owe you an apology, and an explanation for what happened the day we got marri—”
“BJ cheated on me,” I said, bursting into his speech again.
“What?”
“Aren’t you happy?” I giggled, leaning against his body shamelessly, fingering the long column of his neck. “You were right about Cocksucker all along.”
“No, I’m not happy.” He captured my shoulders and guided me gently to the settee, where I flopped down bonelessly. “What happened?”
I waved him off with a snort. “Please stop pretending you care about anything or anyone. I happen to know you, Riggs Bates.”
“You don’t know the first thing about me.” He took my shoes off, which was when I first found out I had blisters the size of my nose from wandering aimlessly through the streets of Manhattan for the past few hours. “Now spill it, Poppins.”
I squinted at him, tossing my head back to bring him into focus.
“Do you fancy me?” I asked all of a sudden.
“What?” He blinked.
“Do. You. Fancy. Me? I mean, would you sleep with me, given the chance?”
He stared at me like I’d left my faculties at Laura’s. To be fair, I might have.
“Why does it matter?” he sneered, finally.
I climbed over his lap, resting my bum directly on his crotch. I laced my arms over his shoulders and puckered my lips, taking a stab at this whole seduction thing. “It matters because I’d very much like to be shagged by you tonight.”
He went rigid, pinning his hands to his sides like the settee had been superglued. His breathing was labored, and he didn’t move a muscle. Other than one, which kept growing rapidly and thickly under my arse.
“You’re drunk.” His voice came back gruff and sultry.
“You’re hard.”
“I’m always hard,” he grunted, looking torn and miserable and, for once, not so cocky and self-assured.
“Well, I’m not always drunk, so we better go about this quickly before I come to my senses,” I bantered, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
He caught me by the wrist, then lifted me up and planted me back on the couch with frightening ease.
“You’re not yourself tonight.”
“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been this authentic in years.” I skimmed my fingers along his broad shoulders. I couldn’t stop touching him. “Go on, Riggs. You’ve shagged half this world’s population. What’s another notch on your belt?” I leaned closer to nibble his ear, but missed the mark and instead grazed his jaw with my teeth.
Riggs let out a low grumble that made his rock-hard chest flex.
“Duffy.”
“It’s our Christian duty to consummate our marriage,” I urged, licking a path from his ear to his neck. He didn’t stop me, but he didn’t touch me either. “Don’t you want to secure a place in heaven?”
“That ship has sailed. I won’t be surprised if they’ll greet me with confetti in hell,” Riggs drawled.
“It’s never too late. Jesus forgi—”
“I’m an atheist,” he said, cutting through my speech.
“Course you are. My sinful husband.”
“You’re not making too much sense today, Poppins.” He inched backward, away from me. But still, he had that pining look, of a child reluctantly turning their back on a colorful birthday cake.
“But what if God does exist?” I reasoned, internally recognizing that I was probably breaking some Guinness record at being the least attractive seductress on earth. “What if He’s watching us right now? What if it’s a test and we’re failing it?” My mouth fused to his collarbone, where I sucked hard.