Not-So Fake Fiance Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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I was going to have my wife all to myself tonight.

Julia and Justice gave me tight hugs and told me they’d already said goodbye to their mommy, then skipped along with Landon and Zoe, excited for their night.

Once they were gone, I glanced around, quickly spotting my wife and worked my way through the throng of people until I was standing at her side.

“You are incredibly talented.”

She was talking with a young guy who looked like a GQ model, wearing very expensive clothes, and looking at my wife as if she were his next meal.

“Um, thank you,” McKenna murmured.

“I just might be convinced to purchase the whole collection,” he told her, taking a step closer and unwisely ignoring my presence. He reached out and placed a hand on her arm. “If you’d like to discuss it over dinner? Or breakfast?”

He did not just do that…My control snapped.

I stepped between them and folded my arms over my chest, scowling down at the motherfucking pretty boy who was about to lose his surgically perfected face.

“Are you serious?” I growled. “Hitting on another man’s wife, right in front of him?”

The prick fell back a step and shook his head. “Sorry, man. I didn’t realize she belonged to someone.”

“Did you miss the rock on her hand, asshole? Or how about the bump in her stomach? Or are you just a world-class idiot?”

I felt McKenna’s hand tugging my arm, and it took me a second to calm down enough to look back at her.

“Please don’t make a scene during my show. Besides, he’s not worth visiting you in jail if you kill him.”

I continued to fume as I contemplated her words. Ultimately, her pleading expression and unwelcome logic had me pivoting back to the bastard and grunting, “Get your ass out of this gallery and don’t ever come near my wife again.”

The guy looked like he might argue for half a second, but he must have seen the murderous intent in my eyes because he scurried off without another word.

When I faced McKenna again, she smiled and went up on her tiptoes to brush a kiss over my mouth. “Thank you.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak because I was still fighting the jealousy raging inside me. Lacing our fingers together, I stalked off the display floor and into her office at the back of the building.

The door had barely slammed shut before I pressed her against the wall and crashed my mouth onto hers.

She gasped when my tongue slid inside, tangling with hers as I devoured her.

After a few minutes, I pulled back and stared down at her flushed face and kiss-swollen lips, lecturing myself to back off and save it for when we got home. We were in a public place, and even though the door had a lock, we could still be interrupted.

But possession had taken hold of me, and I couldn’t control the impulse to claim my wife all over again. To prove she was all mine.

“Fuck it,” I groaned before capturing her mouth again. “You’re mine, McKenna Bardot,” I practically snarled when I let her up for air. “I can’t wait. I’m not letting you walk out this door, knowing every motherfucker out there with a pulse will be undressing you in their minds. No one gets to touch what’s mine,” I growled, making her quiver at the possessiveness in my tone.

“Maybe you should remind me who I belong to,” she taunted me with a wicked smirk.

I crowded her closer to the door, my firm chest pressed against hers, my hands holding her hips, and my hard dick pressing against her. I felt her pulse racing as my lips traced a path along her cheek and up to her ear. My hot breath sent another shiver down her spine, and my fingers tightened on her. “You’re mine.”

“Show is better than tell, husband.”

I fucking loved it when she called me that. My voice was dark and dangerous, warning her that I didn’t have it in me to be gentle this time. “Oh, I’ll show you, wife. When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow without knowing you’re mine.”

McKenna moaned, and her nails dug into my biceps through the fabric of my suit coat.

“Looking at your sexy body all night without being able to touch you was pure torture,” I muttered as my hand drifted up from her hip, along the curve of her waist, and over the slight bump in her belly. Then up her side until it rested below one of her tits. Her nipples pebbled as my thumb swept upward and my other hand tightened even more, holding her firmly against my cock while my pelvis flexed, rocking my length against her. “Damn. What you do to me, woman,” I groaned. “I’m hard as fuck whenever you’re near.”


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