“However, you should know that just because you make me wet and are capable of providing my body pleasure doesn’t mean you’ll ever have my heart. I locked that away years ago. You decide, Mr. Ramses, is this still a deal you want?”
His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips to his, his erection prodding my stomach as my neck craned upward. “I never offered love, Emma. This agreement is what fate demands of us both. It’s a deal for my city and for your life. Love is a weakness, an Achilles’ heel, so to speak. It’s better that we both understand the limitations of our agreement from the start. My offer is for my name and my protection. Hearts are only useful to circulate oxygen through our bloodstream. Marry me and yours will keep beating. I have no other use for it.”
Inhaling, I took in Rett’s face. There was no question that he was handsome with his defined chin, his high cheekbones, and his protruding brow over his intensely dark eyes. The dark hair on his head was still mussed from where I’d woven my fingers through it as he brought me to ecstasy—twice. I found the man enticing and attractive.
Did that mean he was a good man? A kind man? A man I could love?
Those answers didn’t matter. Love wasn’t something that either of us sought.
Rett was asking for a commitment—a promise—to a legal agreement, one that I was certain would bring me pleasure in ways only this man could give. It wasn’t as if he wanted my heart and soul. They weren’t even mine to give. He’d never know why. It wasn’t his business.
This agreement was to fulfill fate’s demand. I could do that. A smile came to my lips. “I agree, for today.”
“No, Emma, till death us do part.”
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