Violet 

She stared at the contract in my hand before lifting her gaze to me, those soft eyes searching my face. I held her stare, reading every shift in her expression. I waited for hesitation, fear, anything that would tell me she wasn’t ready, because if she was, I’d slow down, give her more time, even though I wanted her to be my wife more than I wanted my next breath. But what I saw instead was determination.

She took the contract from my hand, then took the pen, and leaned forward over the table to sign her name. The movement pressed her ass directly back against my hard cock,...