Marriage: For Business or Pleasure?

Marriage: For Business or Pleasure?
Nicola Marsh

Wedlocked: Rogue Billionaire, Contract Wife Brittany Lloyd faces the deal of a lifetime…with the ex who broke her heart – Italian tycoon Nick Mancini. Little does she know that her rebellious bad boy is now a multimillionaire… Nick can’t believe his eyes! His red-haired wildcat is now a businesswoman, with designer suits to match.She needs his help…and he wants her. So he proposes a convenient marriage – strictly business, of course! But wickedly sexy Nick is planning a red-hot wedding night to remember: there’s nothing on his agenda but pure pleasure!

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‘Nick, don’t.’

‘Don’t what? Don’t remember the past? Don’t admire the gorgeous woman you’ve become?’

The heat in his eyes scorched her, captivated her, held her spellbound.

‘Or don’t do something as crazy as this?’

Before she could blink, he hauled her into his arms and kissed her.

The kisses they’d shared as teenagers had been exploratory, tender and achingly poignant. Yet there was nothing remotely sweet or gentle about his mouth crushing hers now.

Their lips clashed in a frantic, hungry union, a fusion of tongues, a meshing of desire that left her reeling.

She should have been immune to him by now. She should have pushed him away and laughed it off as a quick reacquainting peck between friends for old times’ sake.

Should have, should have, should have…As she stood on tiptoes, leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, her resolve to push him away melted—just as it had ten years earlier, when she’d acted on all the bottled-up feelings she’d harboured for him for years.

Nicola Marsh has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster, she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary which could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and sons in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer, creating the romances she loves, in her dream job. Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com for the latest news of her books.

Nicola also writes for Mills & Boon

Romance.

Marriage:

For Business

Or Pleasure?

BY

Nicola Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/)

With thanks to Laurie Schnebly, for being a great

teacher and for getting me to ask my characters why?

Chapter One

THE rented SUV swerved on the dusty, potholed driveway of the Mancini place and Brittany Lloyd bit back a curse.

Her average driving skills had little to do with the state of the road or the unwelcome memories assailing her and everything to do with the naked man bent over a thresher.

Semi-naked, technically, as her gaze riveted to the tantalising expanse of bronze, broad back glistening in the scorching Queensland sun.

The muscles shifted, bunched, slid, as he straightened and thrust hands into back pockets of ripped, faded denim, and as her greedy gaze strayed to his butt she suddenly wished she hadn’t stayed away so long.

Ten years in London had been a sane choice, a safe choice considering what she’d been running from, but seeing this hot guy on her first morning home reinforced no place on earth bred guys like Jacaranda.

She should know.

She’d fallen in love with one, had given him her heart, her virginity and her loyalty.

More fool her.

As she righted the car and approached, the guy half turned and this time the SUV sheered straight off the driveway and almost straight into a ditch.

The engine stalled, spluttered, died, as her white-knuckled hands gripped the steering wheel, shock and joy and mindnumbing lust slamming into her, leaving her powerless to do anything but watch him approach.

Not a flicker of emotion crossed Nick Mancini’s face as he reached the car, leaned tanned, toned forearms on the open window and gave her a casual nod.

‘Hey, Britt. Long time no see.’

A casual greeting, without rancour or bitterness; then again, she’d been the one left to pick up the pieces when he’d ended it.

The greeting and his lack of emotion didn’t do justice to what they’d shared, what they’d given up and she’d be damned if she showed him anything other than the same lackadaisical nonchalance despite her jack-hammering heart and clammy hands.

‘Ten years, give or take.’

She wanted him to acknowledge the time they’d spent apart, wanted him to ask how she’d been, wanted him to finally explain why he’d opted out.

Instead, he shrugged, her gaze drifting to those bunching muscles of their own volition, all too aware of how he’d filled out in the last ten years.

He’d been lean rather than muscular back then and now…She wrenched her gaze away from his impressive pecs and focused on his face.