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[Read by Aleander Cendese]
From New York Times bestselling author Kendall Ryan comes the second volume in the hilarious and lust-filled tale of a man determined to win over the one woman who wants nothing to do with him -- his fake wife.
Arranged marriage? Check.
Cocky new husband? Check.
It's a marriage of convenience -- one I'm 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 big c*ck 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 he's bad for me.
But I want to devour every wicked inch of him.
With his sexual prowess and experience, I know he'll be explosive in the bedroom. And since we're stuck together for the foreseeable future -- keeping up this marriage charade long enough to turn the company profitable again -- I deserve something to look forward to at the end of a long workday, right?
What could one little taste hurt?
From New York Times bestselling author Kendall Ryan comes the second volume in the hilarious and lust-filled tale of a man determined to win over the one woman who wants nothing to do with him -- his fake wife.
Arranged marriage? Check.
Cocky new husband? Check.
It's a marriage of convenience -- one I'm 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 big c*ck 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 he's bad for me.
But I want to devour every wicked inch of him.
With his sexual prowess and experience, I know he'll be explosive in the bedroom. And since we're stuck together for the foreseeable future -- keeping up this marriage charade long enough to turn the company profitable again -- I deserve something to look forward to at the end of a long workday, right?
What could one little taste hurt?
