“But I’m warning you,” he continued, “I spank very hard.”
I was a little scared but also very, very turned on. I was tempted to keep my mouth shut just so he’d spank me, but he actually looked pretty mad.
“I really don’t know where she went, and we did that on purpose,” I said. “It’s not personal. She doesn’t even know you, and she didn’t want to be in an arranged marriage.”
He frowned, appearing to consider what I’d told him. “Who are you, exactly? Why are you here?”
“I was just trying to help her out. We were room-mates at college.”
“And the reason for concocting this elaborate scheme was…?”
“To distract you and everyone else so she’d have time to hightail it out of the state. The second her uncle told her that she had to marry you, she was placed under guard. This was the only way.”
“I see.” He nodded.
“How did you know I wasn’t Camille? How did you know about the charm?” I asked. “Nobody else could tell. It even fooled her uncle.”
He shrugged. “I knew from the minute I saw you,” he said.
“You knew all along?” I echoed dumbly. And he still married me? Why?
“How did you know?”
He smiled at me. “We all have our secrets. I may tell you some day.”
I wanted to demand an answer, but I was hardly in a position to do so.
“I’m really sorry about the problems this is going to cause,” I said, sincerely. “I just didn’t want to see her forced into an arranged marriage. So, I guess I should leave now…”
He looked at me questioningly.
“Leave? For where?”
“Well, you’re going to want to arrange an annulment right away…hey, Kray said that he could arrange for someone else to marry you. Maybe he’ll do that?” I said, my voice quavering. For some reason, the thought of someone else marrying Max made my stomach lurch.
“Who says we’re getting an annulment?”
“But…”my jaw dropped. He was joking, right? He had to be joking.
I gestured at myself. It was a hot day, I was sweating, and the dress I was wearing clung to me in all the wrong places. I’m a pear shaped girl with wide hips and big boobs and a big butt. I have a generous belly.
He looked me up and down, his gaze roving slowly over my body. His eyes gleamed with appreciation, and his gaze lingered on my face, then my breasts, sweeping slowly downward…
It felt like a warm caress, and I shivered with desire under his appreciative appraisal.
“I like what I see.” His voice had gone low and rough.
“Y…you do?” My voice quavered. “But…I’m…rather large.”
“Child-bearing hips, as my mother would say.” He flashed a wicked grin. “The better to grab and hold you with.”
“Most guys want someone slimmer. Someone who can run through the woods and look good in a bikini.”
“Oh, I’m sure you look positively delicious in a bikini.”
I couldn’t hide the shock on my face. Me? In a bikini? With my ripply belly and big, soft thighs?
He walked over and seized me by the hips, pulling me up against him. I felt his thick, hard cock, pressing into my stomach. He held me there firmly, looking down into my eyes, and I felt a wave of desire so intense that it turned my knees to liquid and I stumbled.
“You question whether I’m attracted to you?” His voice rumbled up low and sexy from his chest.