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“I don’t want to marry you, Or have your baby,” I snap. “Our contract says otherwise.” I breathe through my mouth to keep his woodsy scent from jumbling whatever good sense I have left. “Business arrangements don’t usually include sex.” “Once you’re pregnant with my child, you can decide to end the physical part of the contract if you wish.” He can’t seem to stop himself from smirking. “But I doubt you will.” Of course. He probably thinks I’m just like the rest of the women in his world—willing and available for him whenever he’d like. “You don’t know anything about me.” I hate how breathless I sound. Oleg’s face twists into a calm smirk. “You couldn’t be more wrong, Sutton Palmer.” “Oh, yeah? Then tell me what I’m thinking, wise guy.” Without warning, he spins me around and slams me against the nearest wall—not hard enough to hurt, but plenty hard to get every bit of my attention. His rough fingertip traces the throbbing vein in my neck. “Your pulse gives you away.” That same finger drags down the curve of my throat. “Your skin flushes. Your breath catches. Every part of you is screaming one truth loud enough for both of us to hear it.” I swallow against the teasing pressure of his hand on my neck. “What truth?” I squeak out, against my better judgment. Oleg grins. “That you’ve been mine since the moment you signed my deal.”