Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Marrying Ari got me into the house and put them all under
my thumb. I was a means to an end. It didn’t take long to face
the fact, though, that I could barely tolerate eating a meal with
that woman, let alone take her to bed. I knew who I wanted.
She lowered herself onto the floor, dangling her legs over
the side just like we did when we were kids.
“Banks won’t want the inheritance,” she pointed out. “You
can contest his will if you want.”
I let out a breath and sat down next to her, leaning back on
my hands and looking out through the leaves in the tree that
hid us from the world.
“Fuck it,” I said. “He was right. She’ll do better with it
than I would have. And I don’t want anything of his anyway.”
She nodded, but no worry creased her brow. She almost
looked happy, and with her hair blowing behind her and those
same dark pink lips, she was eight again, and I was eleven,
unable to stop looking at her.
She faced out toward the house, and I was glad she seemed
to like it up here.
“What do you see?” I asked.
She inhaled a deep breath and then fell slowly back, lying
down on the floor with her legs still hanging over the side.
A little smile played across her lips. “I see us spending the
night up here.”
I came down on her, taking her face in my hands and
heading for her mouth.
Hell yeah.