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and put her breasts on display. “Well, the girls and I can be pretty persuasive.”
    “Yeah.” Especially in that dress.
    She held the contract out, facedown, but immediately pulled it back. “Oh, and speaking of getting it on, there’s one tiiiiiny stipulation to the contract.”
    Of course there was. “And that is?”
    “I want you to fuck me, Brock. Right here, right now.”

Chapter Two
     
    Vivian scrutinized Brock’s expression. Jaw slack, eyes wide, forehead bunched. Oh yeah, she’d shocked him. Good. She just hoped she hadn’t shocked him too much. Because she wanted Brock Michaels, and now that she was a—mostly—free woman, she would have him.
    She’d set her plan into motion, and she wasn’t backing down now.
    She stepped so close to him the tips of her nipples brushed his chest. “So what do you say, Brock? Do you want me?”
    “No. I mean yes. I mean—shit.” He cut around her and lumbered to the nearby bay window. He kept his back to her with each step, but with so much at stake, she wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.
    Courage time.
    She followed him, slipped her arms around his waist and snuggled against his back. It was like hugging a steel beam. “I want you, Brock, so if you want me too, all you have to do is—”
    “I can’t, Viv.”
    “Can’t?”
    “You’re just upset with my brother, and you want to give him a taste of his own medicine. Not that I blame you. Eugene could use a big, heaping helping of asswipe. But you don’t really want this, Viv…”
    His voice dropped nearly two octaves, and his last sentence came out so garbled she wasn’t sure what he’d said, but it sounded like, Not the way I do .
    Doubt doused desire. Was she making a mistake? Was Anne right? Should Vivian simply be upfront with Brock, tell him she loved him and see what happens? After all, since her arrival, he had shown signs of genuine affection.
    But then those emotions had turned cold again , a little voice reminded her.
    She closed her eyes, held him tighter. She didn’t know what to do. All she knew for sure was she’d passed the point of no return. She was standing on the outskirts of The Promised Land, and she couldn’t turn back now.
    Not this time.
    In the end, she decided to speak from the heart. “I do want to hurt Eugene. I won’t lie about that. But there are other reasons I want to be with you.” She pushed to her toes and kissed him between the shoulder blades. “Reasons that don’t have a damn thing to do with that bastard or how he hurt me.”
    Without her permission—or maybe with—her hands slid down his belly and she palmed his cock through his worn jeans. His erection filled her hand and then some.
    Brock groaned, a long, deep sound that made her insides shiver. His hand covered hers where she held him and he pressed himself more fully into her.
    “Viv.” His resolve seemed to be crumbling, but she wasn’t about to get overconfident.
    She kept pushing. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met. Did you know that? You drove up on that loud-ass motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket and tattered jeans, and my insides just melted.” When he didn’t protest, didn’t push her away, she popped the button of his jeans and confident fingers wrenched open his zipper. “But I stayed faithful to Eugene, kept my feelings for you inside. But now I don’t have to. I’m all yours. Completely and one hundred percent yours.” She slipped a hand inside his jeans, wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. “All you have to do is say yes.”
    He leaned more deeply into her palm. “I want to but, but, but…” He grunted. “God damn it, Viv, it’s fucking hard to think with your hand on my cock.”
    “Would you prefer I had another part of my body on your cock? Like maybe my mouth?”
    “Mmm, you’re playing with fire, baby.”
    “I don’t mind getting a little singed.”
    Brock spun around and pinned her against the wall. Big, strong hands shackled her arms