I needed to fuck this girl fast. Get her out of my veins.

She lifted her head at the last item. “If I leave Crowne Point, this entire thing is void?”

I smiled. “Except the parts that remain in perpetuity, yeah. Consider it your escape clause. You’re welcome.”

She bit her bottom lip in what was probably frustration but just served as another fucking reminder to what that lip tasted like.

“So…” she continued. “I just have to stay with you until Christmas and follow these rules? Even if I don’t sleep with you, you’ll give me ten million?” She narrowed her eyes, suspicious.

“There you go again thinking we’ll be doing any sleeping,” I said.

She met my eyes, raising her chin. “I’ve slept in your bed on and off for over a month. That’s all we’ve been doing.”

I gripped her chin, dragging her lips a breeze away from mine. “The minute you sign those papers, you’re mine. All that legal jargon says one thing: I own you. Mind, body, what you eat for dinner, what you want for Christmas. You’re fucking mine.” The last bit came out on a growl. “I get to use you. Break you. Own you.”

I could feel her suck in a breath. She practically stole my own. “You might own my body, you’ll never own my mind.”

A slow grin spread. “Sign the papers, Snitch.”

I held her a half second longer, then dropped her. She swallowed a shuddery breath, placed the papers on a nearby table, bending over to sign.

“Before the fucking plane takes off would be nice.”

“A plane?” she scrambled. “Why?” A second later she answered her own question. “The vacation…but I can’t leave. Not now.”

I quirked my head. “Then stay. But if you sign the contract, Snitch, you do what I say. You go where I go.”

She twisted her face in determination, and it was too fucking cute the way her brow furrowed. “Can I at least say goodbye?” she asked. “What about my clothes? I haven’t packed.”

“I’ve got everything you need.”

She was wearing another nun outfit. A simple white cotton dress with quilted flowers on the top.

I wanted to get it fucked up, dirty.

I came behind her, pushing aside her hair, leaning over so my lips brushed her ear.

“The minute your name hits that paper, I’m going to make you come so hard your pussy will only ever come for me.”

Her hand shook with the pen. “I want to add one.”

I raised a brow.

“No falling in love.”

I grinned, running a hand down her spine. “Good luck with that, Snitch.”

She scribbled No falling in love into the margins to be added later, then signed her initials on each page before doing a cute, loopy Story Hale on the last. “Done.”