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"Seeing you in this black little dress is fucking up every ounce of my self-control, Ashlynn. So get ready to be treated like the sexy, sultry woman that you are, but try not to ruin those expensive manicures I paid for while you dig hard into my skin."

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Ashlynn Holmes' had her life perfectly planned out to the most tinyest-weeniest detail and her agenda definitely didn't consist of meeting New York's most eligible, rich and handsome bachelor, Julian Kings And, hold your breath— becoming his legally-wedded wife.

Julian Kings was nothing short of a dangerously good-looking, egoistical asshole with perpetual skirt-chasing habits. He was certainly the last person on earth Ashlynn Holmes would like to get involved with, but the solemn matrimonial vows she had recited at the altar in the sham of an absurd, contract marriage to him proved otherwise.

The number one rule was that under no circumstances should any of them fall in love with the other. And they didn't.

Or so it seemed...

What would happen when they realize they needed each other in ways they'd never admit to and felt way more for each other than the always-existing sexual tension and the strong urge to take off each other's clothes.