Bought for Protection Read online Fiona Davenport (Bought by the Billionaire #3)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bought by the Billionaire Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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“What you call a curse, I call a blessing.” He tugged at the sheet until it barely hung off my pebbled nipples. “The way your skin tinges pink when you’re close to coming makes you even hotter, which should be impossible, considering you’re already sexy as fuck.”

“Um. Thanks. You know how I was getting out of bed when you woke up? It’s because I really do need to go into the office today,” I blurted out in my desperate need to get away and pull myself together before I did something nuts, like fall in love with my new husband who I didn’t really know.

“Like I said before. It’s not gonna happen. You’re going to stay home and let me spoil you.”

“But—”

He cut me off with a hard press of his lips against mine before he pulled me closer. “I refuse to take no for an answer. Not when your father isn’t even in the office for a few more days.”

I jerked back and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “How do you know when my dad’s going to be back in town?”

The grin he flashed me while he shrugged his wide shoulders was cocky. It should’ve been incredibly irritating, except it was also too darn sexy. “Gathering intel is vital to my business.”

“This isn’t business,” I argued, and then I thought better of it. “Well, okay. Maybe it was business at the start of all of this, so I guess I can understand why you’d be familiar with my dad’s calendar. But now it’s—personal, right? So you won’t need to do stuff like that anymore? I mean, I know we still have the contract, and we’ve only really just tossed out that one clause about being married in name only, but my dad would not be cool with the idea of you keeping tabs on him. He’s the reason for all the privacy requirements in the contract, and—”

He interrupted me with another kiss. This one was deeper and longer than the last. I sank into his body and wrapped my arms around his neck. When he finally lifted his head and rubbed his nose against mine, I barely remembered what we’d been talking about in the first place. Garret didn’t seem to have the same problem, though. “This is as personal as it gets, beautiful.”

“My dad—”

He brushed his thumb across my lips to quiet me. “You don’t need to worry about your father anymore. He’s my problem now. That’s why you married me, after all.”

He was right. I’d married him because I needed to get out from beneath my father’s thumb, but that didn’t mean that I’d planned to leave my father completely for my new husband.

I just wanted a little bit of breathing room.

I should have argued more with Garret because I’d already realized that he was the kind of guy who would take a mile if I gave him an inch. All those orgasms must have melted my brain, because I found myself nodding instead of opening my mouth.

It earned me another nose rub and gentle kiss before Garret proceeded to do exactly as he’d said he would. My pampering started out with a long, hot bath. I spent about half an hour in the tub before he washed and conditioned my hair. Once I was out and dried off, he treated me to breakfast in bed. But the pampering didn’t end there—Garret arranged to have a nail technician come to the house when he had to go out for a little while.

I’d been irritated that he left to do some work when he’d been so insistent that I couldn’t do the same, but my annoyance disappeared when he came back after my manicure and pedicure. My assumption had been wrong. He hadn’t been taking care of business. He’d been arranging to have the rest of my belongings packed up and moved to his house. As part of our agreement, I’d had most of my clothing and some of my favorite things boxed up and ready to go. That hadn’t been enough for Garret, though. I wasn’t sure why, but he’d wanted all of it in his house.

Immediately.

I wasn’t allowed to lift a finger during any of the unpacking, except to direct the movers where I wanted my possessions placed. It still made for a long day, and I quickly passed out wrapped up in Garret’s arms that night. I awoke the next morning to find that the pampering hadn’t stopped.

My new husband seemed determined to spend every moment of the week with me, getting me everything my heart desired. Garret wanted me to have whatever that might be, and it was fun for a man to be interested in my happiness for once. It was weird for a guy to ask me what I wanted. Even on the few dates I’d been on, guys always ordered for me. But this was different. He wanted my input. Wanted me to feel comfortable in his space. It was…refreshing.


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