Free Curve Contract (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) by Christa Wick

whispered the question, not trusting myself to control my pitch if I spoke any louder. “She hasn't even filed suit yet, has she?”
    “Not yet, but if I know Anna, she'll want to cast her shadow over the wedding by filing first.”
    I felt him stiffen against me as if he was bracing himself. “So she’ll file soon.”
    My eyes flew open. “When’s the wedding?”
    “This weekend. The announcement will run in tomorrow's Post .”
    This weekend! He could have at least consulted me about the timing. A full day hadn’t even passed since I signed the contract. I shook my head at him. “That's too soon! I haven't--”
    Blake's gaze narrowed. “This weekend, PJ. It won't look good if the Post has to run a correction. And you don't have to worry about planning anything.”
    “What, Vegas?” A sneer crawled up the side of my face to be erased a second later with an angry twitch of my nose. I didn’t care where we got married and Vegas was the perfect place for a fake marriage to start.
    “Cayman Islands. I chartered planes to accommodate all the guests -- your friends won't need visas, just their passports.” His hands molded around my face, the fingers threading through my hair as he massaged the side of my head.
    I closed my eyes again. As much as I tried to stop it, my body started to shake. He really expected me to drag my friends to a fake wedding? Of course, the alternative was laying them off. “Please, Blake. This isn't...I mean, my friends--”
    “You’d invite your friends to a real wedding,” he said, cutting me off. “Maybe Anna will read the announcement and settle cheap before you have to marry me. Would that make you happy, Pippa?”
    The way my chest immediately tightened, I knew it would make me miserable. I'd be out of Blake's life that much faster. But at least I could start getting over him and the amount of time my ass and thighs had to spend in the media spotlight would end. My lips pressed tightly together to hide their quiver, I slowly nodded.
    His hands abruptly pulled back. By the time I had my eyes open, he was halfway to his desk, his gaze intent on its surface.
    “Well, I'll do my best to make you happy, PJ.”
    I didn't say anything. It was clear from his posture that he wanted this to end just as fast as I did. Every day spent as my fiancé or husband was a day lost pursuing the woman he actually loved.
    I crept toward the door, ready to slink away when he stopped me.
    “Wait, I'll walk you out.”
    My hand on the door knob, I looked over my shoulder at him. “Why?”
    His eyes glittered like moonlight striking frost just after sunset. “Anna hasn't caved yet -- we still have a show to put on.”
    The knots in my stomach tightened. I shook my head.
    He shook his head back at me. “You came in here visibly upset. I can't have you walking out like this.”
    I tried to school my features into those of a woman just a few days away from marrying the man she loved -- only for real.
    His smile was cold, warming only for show as he opened the door. “I appreciate the effort, love, but let me drive.”
    His hand against the curve of my back, he steered me toward his private elevator. Once we were inside, he pushed me into the corner, his hands roaming over my hips as he cinched my waist tight against his groin.
    “Blake...” I tried to capture his wrists but his hands were like eels, strong and twisting.
    Evading my attempts to stop him, he whispered a warning into my ear. “Security camera and a guard who whines too loudly about his pay. So stop fighting and pretend you like it.”
    “I can’t right now.” That was a lie. I didn't need to pretend. My body vibrated with its need for him.
    “Then pretend it’s someone else touching you.” His hand traveled up to my breast, palming my flesh as his hips pressed into the swell of my stomach. “Someone you want caressing you.”
    My nipples hardened. Blake was the only one I wanted touching me and I was scared shitless I’d feel