Untamed Billionaires: Marriage: For Business or Pleasure? / Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue / One Night with the Rebel Billionaire. Элли Блейк

silence and reminded him of where they were.

      In the good old days this river bed was deserted but now the worn track along the bank showed exactly how popular this spot was with bushwalkers and tourists and he had no intention of providing an X-rated show for any of them.

      Reluctantly tugging her top down, he brushed a soft kiss against her lips.

      ‘You used to love those damn birds. Too bad this one has shocking timing.’

      She laughed, a clear, joyous sound that had him chuckling right along with her. ‘Remember the time we made out down here and—?’

      ‘Can we change the subject?’ He sent a pointed look at his groin. ‘You’re killing me, in case you hadn’t noticed.’

      As she ground her pelvis against his her smile was pure evil. ‘Oh, I noticed.’

      She slid her hands around his neck, bringing her breasts flush against his chest. ‘Why don’t we continue this discussion back at the farm?’

      ‘You’re one wicked woman,’ he said, smoothing stray tendrils of copper gold away from her face, his heart bucking at the adoration in her eyes.

      He wanted her to look at him like this, wanted her. Then why the faintest doubt he was deluding himself, about everything?

      One night and he’d been blinded to the transient nature of their marriage: her job, her promotion, their deal.

      Last night changed everything, but they hadn’t discussed it, any of it, and while now wasn’t ideal there would come a time soon, very soon, where they’d both need to lay it all on the line.

      ‘Come on, let’s head back.’

      He didn’t need to be asked twice and as they sprinted back to the farmhouse, laughing and falling over their flying feet, he banished his doubts and decided to live in the moment.

      For now.

      Brittany paced from one end of their suite to the other, casting malevolent glances at her laptop on each circuit and the incriminating email on the screen.

      The promotion was hers.

      David had seen the preliminary pitch she’d emailed, blown away by the video footage, pictures of the plantation and the accompanying spread, had evaluated it and made his decision.