“I must admit…” she purred, her tone a velvet drawl, “…you’re a damn good fuck.” She let her gaze flick down his body, then back to his eyes, daring him. “So sure—let’s be friends… with benefits.”
Ashcroft’s jaw tightened, but Harper pressed on, her voice low and teasing. “Let’s make some rules: you satisfy my heat, I’ll satisfy yours. No strings attached. But it stays our little secret. After three months—once the engagement is final—we stop. I may be crazy and wild,” she added, her finger trailing lightly down the center of his chest, “but I am faithful.”
Her words hit him like a spark. Ashcroft’s eyes darkened, dangerous and unreadable. Something inside him snapped—part of his mind whispered that it was a damn good deal: no strings attached, just pleasure. But another part recoiled, u
