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images of my mother’s disapproving face lingered in my mind. And those bitches at the restaurant!
    “Pippa, be reasonable.”
    I couldn’t lay my hurt feelings entirely at his feet, but he was the only one in the limo with me besides poor Carson. I pressed my hands tighter against my ears. He spun me in my seat, my back tucked up against his broad chest as he pulled the hem of the tube dress up. His hand slid along my thigh, lifting the dress with it, until he came to a stop at the edge of my lace panties.
    I froze, not even breathing.
    “Are you done with the hysterics?”
    “I wasn't hysterical.” I had the urge to jab him with my elbow, but he had me pinned against him, his forearm digging into the soft curve of my stomach.
    “Are you done?” He repeated.
    When I didn't answer, he brushed a finger against the edge of the flimsy mesh panties he’d dressed me in, lifting the fabric half a centimeter.
    “Yes!” I blurted. “I'm done.”
    “Good.” He lowered the fabric back down, his fingertips brushing across my covered mound. “Now we can resume that other conversation.”
    “What other--” The question died on my lips as he cupped my pussy and squeezed.
    His chin brushed the hair along my throat to the side, his lips fastening on the flesh just below my ear. Beneath my panties, my clit jerked up, my labia and stomach clenching as he squeezed my pussy a second time.
    Damn him! He shouldn’t be doing this right now.
    Damn me, too, for wanting him to continue.
    “Are you just as tight as you are wet, baby?” Blake licked behind my earlobe, his voice a hard moan of need. His hand dipped lower, one finger pulling the gusset of my panties to the side while another finger stroked the outer edge of my labia.
    “Blake, we didn't--”
    He didn't wait for me to finish. His finger parted my lower lips, ran a hard line along my clit that had my hips thrusting. “Shhh, Pippa. Let me show you I'm sorry, how it's more than just money you're getting out of the deal.”
    I tried to shake my head, tell him to stop, that I wasn't going to give him more than a perfunctory fuck to make the marriage legal.
    My resolve melted beneath the feather light touch of his finger as it traced the hood of my clit. Finding the pearl tucked inside, he made short lifting strokes against it, his warm voice subduing me.
    “Just relax, love.”
    “Don't,” I whimpered, the rest of my body warring with my heart. “Not that name, please.”
    “But you are my love, Pippa. And I’ll call you that as long as it takes.”
    I knew he was talking about the law suit, the timeline of our marriage -- however many months or weeks needed to grind Burke down. But for the moment, I wanted to pretend it was otherwise, to stop worrying about how quickly things were progressing and go, just once, with the moment.
    “Blake…” I started to squirm, my indecision chewing at me.
    “Don’t Blake me, baby.” He peeled one thick fold of flesh to the side and smoothed the pad of his thumb slowly down my clit. “I love you, remember? I just proposed to you. You said yes -- you know what that means.”
    “That I’m yours.” My hips started to pump small circles as his thumb took another stroke along my length.
    “That’s right, PJ.”
    Another stroke had my hips thrusting high, a harsh moan leaving me in a shudder.
    “Mine to touch, to test…”
    Test me, he did. His fingers slid down my wet slit, their tips taking a shallow dip inside to find more moisture. His fingers curling, he pushed three of them into my clenching depths before they re-emerged to rub against the hyper-sensitive spine of my sex. They danced against my clit, stroking, pulling, gliding wet with my juices.
    His lips caressed my neck, coaxed small gurgles of pleasure from my throat as my hips began to move in time with his hand. I felt myself cresting, my stomach muscles and thighs tightening as my mound lifted higher.
    “So beautiful, Pippa.”
    I whimpered, begged him for the