The Billionaire Impotent son-in-law

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ALINE

EOIN’S PLACE WAS GORGEOUS. AND HUGE. NOT AT ALL WHAT I’D BEEN

expecting, even after he’d told me that he’d leased a condo rather than an apartment. I’d already known that he’d come from a wealthy family, so it wasn’t the cost of a place like this that surprised me. It was more that this didn’t seem like the sort of place that a single, not-quite-thirty, former military man would live. This was more of a…family home.

A beautiful one, but I was starting to feel like seeing all of it, being here with him while such a large question was looming over us, was untethering me from reality. I had experienced this strange disconnect only a few times in my life, most of them recently.

“Hey.” His hands were on either side of my face, his skin hot against my cheeks. “It’s okay.”

I looked up at him, and then his mouth was on mine, firm pressure without being aggressive, and the contact sent a wave of warmth washing over me, pushing away thoughts of anything else.

This man could distract