Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady.

Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.”

“Friendship’s too pure for this.”

His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him.

“Do friends kiss like this?”

He kissed me. Hard. Possessive.

“Or grab each other like this?”

A squeeze to my ass. A gasp.

“Or think filthy little thoughts?”

His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?”

My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me.

“Stop lying, Venus.”

His voice was a growl.

“I feel it. Every time I’m near you.”