Ashton needed her as a wife to save his father's company. But Violet will not marry for money or contracts. She will only marry for love!
That's just one thing Ashton can't bargain with in the marriage contract. Ashton still wants what he can't have...
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Ashton
Ashton was in bed early the next morning with a smile on his face. He peaked over to see if his lover was still in his bed. Sure enough there she was fast asleep. His plans were set in motion now. He knew once they had a little taste of him they always came back for more.
The trouble was he was wanting more. Her long legs tempted him as they dangled out of the sheets nicely. Flashes of them together the night before made his body hungry for more. He was going to have seconds. He managed to sneak out of bed without waking his victim.
"You will be mine. You just don't know it yet" he chuckles to himself as he heads into his kitchen.
He was not dressed yet. He normally walked about in the nude as he pleased. He grabbed an apron and placed it around his middle. He looked in his fridge. What would Miss. Harris like to eat? He had no clue what her taste was. But she was a fit lady who must not eat too many carbs was his guess.
He began to make a healthy breakfast for Violet. He even sliced up fruit for her to have her pick. He made fresh brewed coffee. And toast. There that would do it. He got out a tv tray he had laying around. He got it ready for her. There. It looked nice. He began to carry the tray of food to wake up Miss. Harris.
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"Oh good morning" calls out Ashton once he was in his room. Her pretty eyes flutter open slowly.
"So it was not a nightmare then, I really did sleep with the devil after all" she yawns as she rolls over on her back.
"That you did Miss. Harris" he chuckles.
"What do we have here?" she asks as he sets a tray up for her.
"Breakfast" he says with a twinkle in his eye.
"Nice touch" she says. "But I don't eat carbs" she remarks as she frowns at the sight of toast.
"I did not know so I made a choice for you to pick what you want. You know what you might like for breakfast?" he asks her.
"What is that?" she asks him as she sips her coffee.
"Sausage" he replies coyly.
She spits out her coffee as she laughs at that.
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"Seconds are not my style" she says.
"I doubt that" he tells her. He could tell she wanted to say yes to some more of what they shared last night. He moved the tray down to the floor. He takes her in his embrace and kisses her hungrily. He let's go of her for a moment.
"Why did you stop?" she questions breathlessly.
"I thought you were not hungry for more?" he questions.
