Waking Up Married
Mira Lyn Kelly
Her first inspiration: who're you?
It's the morning after her cousin's bachelorette occasion in Vegas and Megan Scott wakes up with the mummy of all hangovers. Even worse, she's in a stranger's penthouse, having woken up with anything else, as well—a humorous, smug, sexy…husband!
Up before, discovering even a boyfriend had appeared impossible—been there, acquired the damaged middle, sworn off males for sturdy. Then a couple of martinis with Carter…no, Connor Reed and she's long past from first meet to marriage in a single night!
Megan wishes a attorney. yet Connor's stunning bombshell?
"I don't need a divorce."
The desk. “Trust me in this, you wish the nutrition on your abdominal first.” Connor chosen a croissant, set it, a tiny ceramic crock of butter and one other of jam on a china plate with a silver knife, and driven it in front of her. “Eat.” She checked out it warily, not likely desirous to consume something at all after the best way her morning had all started. She used to be apprehensive. pissed off. And greater than a smidgen involved about Connor’s obvious dedication to this enormous.
Jodie. Flustered, Megan cleared her throat. basically operating to maintain her poise. “You should still end getting dressed yourself.” She waved at his open blouse, her eyes lingering whilst she grew to become her head. “We’ve bought to get going lovely quickly.” “Mmm-hmm,” he acknowledged back, creating a psychological be aware, as soon as this better-than-a-late-night-cable-show was once over they usually left the villa, to not enable Megan bend over for whatever. Catching directly to his point of distraction,.
prior to she’d been particularly wakeful. Sleep mussed and hot. The silky pajamas she’d been donning shaping over her nipples and driving excessive towards her ribs. Small ask yourself she’d been on his brain the previous 11 hours. She’d be dressed via now. most likely all neat and tidy. nonetheless, he couldn’t relatively kick the salacious happenings happening within the not-so-far-back of his brain. Silky, sleep-mussed happenings wrapped up in a welcome-home, I’ve-been-aching-for-you-all-day type of.
easily hadn’t had an opportunity to get pleased with it and had pressured a step again? Maybe all he wanted used to be time. And might be she was once a self-deluding idiot. yet she’d informed Connor once he used to be well worth the threat, and having tasted how candy it can be among them, she nonetheless believed that. Yes, the belief of the fellow she married turning off his feelings so unexpectedly, so thoroughly, used to be terrifying...but she couldn’t settle for Connor was once capable of such callous indifference.
Of it lit her eyes. these glowing eyes that have been staring up at him like possibly he had the answer for something. And all at once, the assumption of this strong, fiercely autonomous lady wanting anything from him appealed on a virtually primal point. “What?” he requested, chalking up the low timbre of his voice to a dry throat and remedying the most obvious challenge with a gulp of scotch. Megan reached for the lapel of his jacket, her slim palms curving round the textile in.