He needed a wife.
I needed money.
I should have run, but he promised me it was going to be so easy.
But nothing is easy when it comes to notorious billionaire cowboy Duke Fallon – unless you count easy on the eyes, which he definitely is. With his dark eyes, ripped abs, and broad shoulders, he has the body (and the attitude) of someone who knows exactly what to do with his hands.
Soon he’s sneaking into my room at night, trailing searing kisses over my body, pushing his fingers inside of me, his hands and lips working to bring me to heights of pleasure I never knew possible.
In the morning, he’s always cold and shut down, barely acknowledging me, acting like I’m some kind of afterthought.
I know this thing between us is all for show, a pretend romance that’s just as fake as the ad I answered to get here.
I know I should take my money, cut my losses, and run.
I know he’s incapable of loving me.
But if there’s one thing Duke Fallon excels at, it’s blurring the lines between what’s real and what’s not….