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Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Only one way to find out.” He holds it up to my lips.

I shake my head, laughing. “No way.”

But he wiggles his eyebrows, daring me, and before I can protest further, he swipes a dab of icing across my cheek.

“Jase,” I warn.

His grin is pure mischief. “Oops.” So is his shrug followed by another dab onto the tip of my nose. “Double oops.”

“This isn’t a game you want to play with me.”

“No?” he asks, but this time, he holds a napkin out to me to help me wipe the frosting off. But just when I go to grab it, he takes his other hand, covered in icing, and smears it down my arm.

I yelp. “You have no idea what you just started,” I shriek, grabbing a handful of flour and flicking it at him. A puff of white bursts into the air, landing in his hair, on his clothes—fucking everywhere.

“Oh, it’s like that now, is it?” His voice drops low, teasing, and before I can dodge, he flicks some of the softer icing down the front of my shirt in a pattern that would make Jackson Pollock proud.

The next few minutes are pure chaos—flour flying, icing smeared across skin, laughter filling the kitchen as we chase each other around the island. I manage to wrestle a spatula from him, but not before he pulls me against him, both of us breathless, sticky, and covered in sugar.

I look up at him, my pulse hammering. His eyes are dark, his breath warm against my cheek. “You’ve got icing,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip.

And then he licks it off.

My breath catches. The air between us shifts, laughter fading into something heavier, hotter. His hands settle on my waist, fingers teasing the hem of my shirt.

But just as the moment tilts into something inevitable, I slip in the spilled flour, yelping as I take him down with me.

We collapse onto the floor, laughing as we land, tangled together in a heap, completely sugar-dusted. Jase rolls onto his back, arms sprawled out, staring at the ceiling. “Well, that escalated quickly.”

I giggle, shifting so my head rests against his chest. “You started it.”

He hums, tracing lazy circles on my arm. “And I’d do it again.”

The warmth of his touch comforts me, and for a moment, I forget about everything else. The ticking clock on our arrangement. The way this is supposed to end.

The way I’ve fallen head over heels for him.

Instead, I wonder, and not for the first time . . . what would it be like to stay married to him?

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

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