The Ceo's Contract Bride. Yvonne Lindsay

pressing them against satin skin where her pulse beat frantically, like a captured butterfly. She clearly wasn’t as unmoved as she tried to project.

      “Just keeping up appearances,” he smiled grimly when she yanked her hand away as though his touch had burned her. “Oh, and Gwen?”

      “What?”

      “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”

      “Regret it?” Gwen gave a sharp laugh as she turned to go inside. “I already do.”