Engaging the Billionaire

If we can't outrun the past, we won't have a future.
The rock on her hand is real, but our engagement is a fake.
Once upon a time, I dreamed of buying her a ring, until everything blew up in my face.
That was the past, and this is business.
At least, it is until I kiss her.
It's supposed to be part of the act - and it is - right until my lips touch hers.
I forget where we are.
I forget why I'm kissing her.
I just want more.
More of her taste, more of the tug of her fingers in my hair as she pul...