The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(94)
“So what we put that in the contract?”
“Nope, if I even think you're running around on me, I'll tell your whole family about this little conversation and given that your Uncle George felt the need to put it in his will that you had to be married, well, I guess they know how you are too.”
“Fine, pack your bags tonight, because tomorrow we're going to Montana. We have to be hitched before Christmas. My thirty second birthday is December twenty-sixth.”
“I'll see you in the morning, cowboy.”
Chapter 2
A Reputation To Follow You Home
Debbie pulled the blankets over her head and squeezed her eyes shut. It was still dark outside so whoever was knocking on the door could come back later. She groaned when they discovered the doorbell and began to lay on the button. The sound vibrated her teeth until she finally threw her bedding onto the floor and stomped into the living room cursing. She grabbed her robe from where she left it on the back of the sofa the night before and wrapped it around herself.
“This better be a damn emergency,” she swore opening the door.
“Rise and shine, Debs,” Jessie grinned at her.
“Go away,” she went to slam the door. He caught it easily and stepped inside.
“On the ranch we rise with the sun.”
“The sun isn't out yet.”
“Well, we have to get ahead start on the day. My mama is super excited to meet you and we need to go over the finer details of how we met. Are you packed?”
“Yes, for a week.”
“We'll send for the rest of your stuff later then.”
“No, I'll need everything here when I come back.”
“Fine, I'll buy you more clothes then. Mama will force you into shopping trips anyway.”
“It's too damn early for this, Jessie,” she said shutting and locking the door. “I'm going back to bed. You can come back later.”
“Or I could join you.”
“Screw off, Jessie. I already told you I'm not sleeping with you.”
“Oh, we'll be sharing a room at my parents' house.”
“What? Nope, we'll tell them we're waiting for marriage.”
“They're not going to believe that. So we will be sharing a room.”
“Then you can sleep on the floor.”
“There's more interesting things we can do on the floor.”
“Coffee. If you want me functioning this early in the damn morning, Jessie, you bring coffee. Until then I'm going back to bed.”
“Let's go out for coffee,” he said, but Debbie had already started back up the stairs.
An hour later, he woke her up again, but this time with coffee. She sipped it allowing its warmth to clear away the morning fog. As she drank, she listened to Jessie's carefully laid plans about what to tell his parents. This man really did have an answer for everything.
“What is your family going to say about me being black?”
“What? Do you think this is the twenties?” Jessie laughed. “They're going to see you for what you are.”
“And what's that?”
“My beautiful, strong, intelligent, and sassy wife to be.”
“I'm going to need more coffee for this,” she laughed.
“I do mean all of those things,” Jessie said and scooted his chair closer to hers.
Debbie scooted hers away and he inched closer. If she didn't give in and let him sit next to her, she had a feeling they'd play the game and go all the way around the table several times.
“If we're going to pull this off, you aren't going to be able to keep me a football field away,” he chuckled.
“I usually prefer two football fields of distance or at least a bar between us.”
Jessie wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she didn't pull away.
“I guess I can let you touch my shoulder for a million dollars.”
“I plan on touching a lot more than your shoulder.”
Jessie easily lifted her and pulled her into his lap. She was wearing only her nightgown which she fought to keep pulled down over her thighs as her legs straddled his. Debbie blushed when she realized only her panties divided her most sensitive and private areas from his jeans. Jessie gently took her hands and entwined their fingers for a brief moment before wrapping her arms around his neck.
“See this isn't so bad?”
“You're already getting hard you perv.”
“Natural reaction between man and wife,” she said gently pushing her hair out of her face.
“Except this is business only.”
“It doesn't have to be.”
“Yes, it does, because I'm not going to be just another notch in your bed post.”
His hands trailed up her thighs and she didn't pull way. His soft touch told her everything she needed to know about why women didn't turn him down more often.
“Don't we have a plane to catch?” she asked standing up.
Jessie pulled her back down and wrapped his arms around her. His lips hovered just inches from hers.
“Yeah, but we still have a few hours.”
“Then why'd you wake me up so early?” she licked her lips.
“For this,” he said and closed the distance between them. His lips were soft, but demanding as they claimed hers. She tensed at first, but it had been too long since she had reveled in the feeling of a man's lips against her. Slowly, Debbie found herself giving into his kiss and her lips parted willingly when his tongue probed them. She leaned into him and allowed her fingers to run through the back of his hair before finally taking his cowboy hat off and sitting it on the table.