“That royalty you sometimes protect? Are you related to them, by any chance?”
“No,” he laughed. “But they pay pretty well.”
“Judging by your house, pretty well is a major understatement.” When Julia told me she’d found someone who was wealthy enough my father wouldn’t protest the marriage, I hadn’t imagined this level of money. I mean, why would I? I’d signed a prenup that gave me a generous sum at the dissolution of our marriage, but it hadn’t given me any indication of how much he was protecting. If he could afford a place like this, why go through the hassle of a temporary marriage to meet the terms of a will?
“Government work pays even better,” he explained as he tugged me toward the master bedroom.
Government work? Who had I married? A super-sexy, billionaire spy?
He lifted me off my feet again, carried me through the doorway into the bedroom, and gently set me down on the edge of the king-sized bed. “Now that you have the lay of the land and nobody can hear our conversation, I’ll tell you whatever you need to know to get you to the point where you’re comfortable with the idea of tossing out the ‘in name only’ clause.”
“There’s one thing you should probably know before we get to all that—since you are obviously more experienced. I, uh, wouldn’t want you to be disappointed or upset. Hopefully it won’t change your mind.”
Words stuck in my throat, and I coughed.
“Um…I’m a virgin.”
Chapter Four
GARRET
There was nothing Keaton could say that would have stopped me from wanting her. But hearing her say she was untouched had my Neanderthal instinct bubbling to the surface. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the lust raging inside me. I had to take it slow, make her first time special and tender.
Her brown eyes were observing me nervously, her fingers twisted together in front of her. I gently pulled her hands apart and kissed the palm of each one.
“Thank you for telling me, beautiful,” I whispered against her skin. She gasped, and I watched her face turn a pretty shade of pink again. Her mouth parted, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
It was all I could take, so I swooped down and pressed my lips to hers, sweeping my tongue into her already open mouth. A low grown rasped from my chest as her sugary taste burst on my tongue. I sucked on hers lightly before pulling back to nibble at the corners of her mouth.
“I wouldn’t usually agree to any changes to a contract without a signature,” I murmured. “But I trust you. If you agree to throw the no-sex rule out the fucking window and let me pop your sweet little cherry, that’s all I need.”
Keaton’s eyes were slightly unfocused as she gaped up at me. She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted it to be absolutely clear.
“Be sure this is what you want, beautiful. Because once I taste you, have you writhing underneath me, bury myself inside you…you’re mine.” I cupped her face and brushed my lips over hers. “I need to hear you say yes, Keaton.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I released her hands and grabbed her around the waist, dragging her up against me and sealing my mouth over hers. When her tongue tentatively touched mine, any remaining blood in my head rushed to my cock. I’d already been hard for her, but as it swelled and pushed against her stomach, she gasped.
Keaton went up on her tiptoes, trying to get closer, and my hands bunched the back of her dress as I lifted her off her feet. Slowly, I backed her up until her legs hit the bed, then I lowered her down, never losing the connection of our kiss.
Finally, I ripped my lips away from her but kept her caged beneath me with a fist planted into the mattress on both sides of her head. Her face was flushed, the color going all the way down into the wide neckline of her white summer dress. Before the night was done, I would know exactly how far her blush went.
Her chocolate eyes stared up at me with wonder as her fingers traced the features of my face.
“You’re really stunning,” she stated softly.
I raised a brow as my lips twisted wryly. “Stunning? Don’t you mean handsome? Manly? Sexy as hell?”
She laughed, and the sound was like the melody of an angelic song. “All of those, too.”
Picking up her petite frame, I shifted her so she was lying in the middle of the bed. Then I climbed on and covered her body with mine. I held myself up on my elbows to keep from crushing her with my weight. My head lowered, and I kissed the side of her jaw before trailing my tongue from her collarbone up her neck to her lips.
“Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe you, Keaton.” I ground my hips into the heat between her legs, my cock stretching to the point of pain when she mewled. “Fuck, I want you.”
Sitting back on my heels, I removed one of her bright pink, strappy, high-heeled shoes. They were incredibly sexy, and I suspected they hinted at a wild spirit that she kept hidden. I fully intended to set that side of her free in bed. The other shoe followed the first, tossed to the floor.
Her shapely legs were long and slender, perfect for being wrapped around me as I thrust inside her.
Slow down.
We’d get to that part. I wanted to savor her, take my time, and get to know her delicious body. I slid my hands up her silky skin, her skirt rising and bunching the higher I went. I pushed it all the way up, baring her center, which was covered in hot pink lace. I grinned when I glanced up—her cheeks were practically a matching shade. I grabbed her hands and placed them over the gathered material of her skirt. “Hold it up here,” I demanded.
The lace of her panties was damp, and I slipped a finger underneath it to feel just how wet she was.
“Fucking drenched, aren’t you, baby?” I brought my finger to my lips and sucked it clean. Her thighs clenched, and she whimpered, whetting my appetite even more.
The panties came off easily and joined her shoes on the carpet. I pushed her thighs as far apart as they would comfortably go, then laid down on my stomach, wedging my shoulders in between. Her pussy was exquisite, neatly groomed and shiny from the evidence of her want.
The first drag of my tongue from bottom to top almost broke my resolve to go slow. Especially when her hips bucked involuntarily and she cried out. I tasted her again and heard a muffled sound, causing me to look up. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was biting her bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. I bit her thigh just hard enough to sting and get her attention. Her lids sluggishly lifted, revealing her glazed brown orbs.
“Don’t keep the sounds of your passion from me, Keaton. I want to hear you moan. Scream. Call my name. You’re mine, and I want everything. All of you.”
Her expression seemed a little uncertain for a moment, but then it cleared, and she nodded her agreement. It wasn’t likely that I would unlock all of her inhibitions in one night, but eventually, she’d realize I was her safe place. She was free to be herself and let the untamed wildness inside her emerge.
I feasted on her, eating her pussy like I was breaking a year-long fast. As I drove her higher, her body tensed, the muscles locking in anticipation. I plunged my stiffened tongue inside her several times before licking up to her bundle of nerves. I circled it twice before sucking it into my mouth while pushing a finger into her heat.
“Damn,” I ground out. “You are so fucking tight.” I almost exploded right then at the thought of her pussy gloving my cock. It was practically weeping and begging to get inside her. But I was a big guy, and I knew I needed to prepare her so I wouldn’t hurt her.
Carefully, I added a second finger, licking up her juices as they ran down my hand. Keaton’s knuckles were white as she clutched the fabric of her dress.
“How does that feel, beautiful?”
“Um…full,” she moaned.
“This is nothing compared to how full you’re going to be soon,” I murmured.
It didn’t take long to tip her over the edge, and when she repeatedly called my name, I lost my fucking mind. As her tremors subsided, I pushed back
up onto my knees. Keaton’s dress had thin straps, so I pulled them down her arms and then took the dress the rest of the way until she was in nothing but her pink bra. I ran my fingers lightly over the top of her cleavage and through the valley between her tits.
Her breathing picked back up as I leaned down and sucked on one of her hard nipples through the lace. “Garret,” she moaned. The sound washed over me and knocked my heart rate into overdrive. I quickly slipped a hand beneath her and popped the clasp on her bra, then drew it down her arms. My mouth watered at the sight of her perfect, rosy nipples.
I was desperate to feel her skin against mine, so I hopped off the bed. My clothes were quickly discarded, and I climbed over her once more. Her eyes were wide with apprehension and glued to my hard cock as it bounced against my stomach.
“Keaton, look at me,” I coaxed as I used one finger to lift her chin until our eyes met. “I’ll be gentle, baby. Trust me to take care of you.”
She examined my face for a moment, then seemed to find what she was looking for, because she took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, I’ll trust you.”
I smiled and placed a small kiss on her lips, and my fingers threaded through hers before guiding them up above her head. With tiny flicks of my tongue, I licked my way down to her high, round tits. One of my hands kept her wrists locked together, while the other grasped a breast and squeezed gently as my mouth opened wide over the tip. Damn, she tasted like sugar everywhere.
My assault on her tits continued until she was squirming beneath me and her legs had wrapped around me. I didn’t think she was even aware of the way her hips pressed up so her pussy was cradling my dick. She was so fucking wet—my shaft was slick and slid easily through her folds.
I need to be inside her right fucking now.
My eyes flickered to the bathroom, where I knew an unopened box of condoms was stashed somewhere. Then Keaton shifted, and the tip of my cock slipped inside barely an inch, but it was enough to steal all of my attention. I relinquished my hold on her hands and wrapped one of mine around the back of her head. My lips ravished hers, our tongues twisting together, our moans swallowed in each other.
With achingly slow thrusts, I worked myself inside her, stopping frequently to allow her walls to stretch and accommodate my size. She was so damn snug. She felt so fucking perfect. When I felt the thin barrier of her virginity, the caveman inside me roared with possession and wanted me to drive in hard, to claim her. But I reined him in and flexed my hips in a quick, small jab. She gasped, and I held completely still, waiting for her tense body to relax.
After a minute, she wiggled a little and bit her lip as her eyes filled with pleasure. I pulled her lip free, my gaze stern as I reminded her, “I want to hear you, baby.”
I began to inch forward, watching her face for signs of pain, but when I didn’t see any, I pushed in to the hilt. I groaned deeply at the feeling of being completely buried inside her. “Damn, you feel fucking incredible.” She hummed, and her walls clenched, causing my hips to buck. “How are you feeling, Keaton?” I asked, my tone a little smug.
“So full, Garret. I didn’t—wow.”
My cock was already leaking, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I took her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss as I began to move. I withdrew almost all the way out and plunged back in. My tempo increased, my heart raced, and a sheen of sweat broke out on my skin. I sucked on the skin of her neck, just below her jaw, before making my way down to her tits. I pulled and nibbled on her nipples, drinking in her cries.
Her legs constricted around my waist as she pressed her pelvis up, trying to get even closer, searching for release. I went up onto my knees and palmed the globes of her ass, lifting her higher and changing the angle so I could go even deeper.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I rasped. “Tilt that pussy. Fuck, yeah!”
Keaton’s voice was breathless. “Garret…I’m—I think I’m almost—yes!” Her body tensed like a bow string. I pounded hard, rocking the bed with each thrust. My cock was ready to explode, so I reached between us, where I’d been watching myself disappear inside her, and pinched her clit. She screamed and shattered apart.
“Fuuuuck!” I shouted as I drove in one last time and emptied myself inside her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I’d never come so hard or so long in my life. It felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul with her.
I gathered her close and rolled to my back, panting and trying to catch my breath. We were still joined, with my cock wrapped in her pussy, but with our bodies slick and hot, we were melded together everywhere we touched.
As we lay together in silence, I drew my fingers through her curls.
Fuck. The condom. I left more than my soul inside her—I’d filled her to the brim with my seed.
It didn’t scare me like I assumed it would. I never wanted a family. My line of work could be dangerous, and I didn’t want a wife and kids who would mourn me if something happened. But Keaton had upended my world and changed everything in just a few hours.
Now, I wanted it all.
The image of Keaton carrying our child had my cock standing at attention again. And I couldn’t help but think about how a baby would tie us together. It would make things easier with her father when I told him that we weren’t dissolving the marriage after a year. There was no fucking way I would ever let her go.
Chapter Five
KEATON
A strong arm tugged me against a warm, muscular chest as a husky voice rasped in my ear, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Gah!” I squeaked when his deep voice startled me. “You scared me to death. I thought you were still sleeping.” I’d been trying to quietly slip out of the bed, but I’d only been able to toss one leg over the edge of the mattress before he yanked me back. Luckily, the sheet had still been covering my body, and his hold on me was keeping it in place over my breasts.
“Was that why you were trying to sneak out on me? Because you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t trying to sneak out on you.” Okay, maybe I was. Just a little bit, because I figured the morning-after scene would be super awkward after all the things I’d let him do to my body last night. But I wasn’t going to admit to it. Nope. No way. Plus, I was a little freaked out by how happy I’d felt with him when I knew darn well that this wasn’t going to last forever. Luckily, I had the perfect cover story in place, and I was going to stick to it. “I’m supposed to be at my dad’s campaign office today, so I was just getting up to go into work.”
He nuzzled into my neck and murmured against my skin, “Nope.”
“Nope?” I twisted around to look at him. “Nope what?”
“My wife isn’t going to work the morning after we got married.” He brushed his mouth across mine and nibbled at my bottom lip. “Especially not after you gave me your sweet little cherry last night. I need to make sure you’re not sore, since I wasn’t able to control myself. With how hard I took you, I should’ve stopped after the first time, but fuck—”
His hazel eyes filled with heat, and I knew he was remembering each time he’d woken me in the night. I felt my cheeks heat as I tried to look over his shoulder because it was too hard to meet his gaze with all those memories swirling in my brain. But he didn’t let me get away with it. His fingers were firm but gentle as he took hold of my chin and forced me to look him in the eye.
“I fucking love that blush of yours”—he trailed his fingers along the edge of the sheet at the tops of my breasts—“especially now that I know exactly how far down it goes. But as pretty as it is, it’d better not be there because you’re feeling embarrassed by anything that happened between us. We’re married, with mind-blowing chemistry between us. Nobody’s going to judge us for that. If anything, they’re going to be insanely jealous because they wish they had it this good.”
Whoa.
That was a lot to wrap my head around. We were married, and the number of times we’d had amazing sex last night more than proved
the strength of our attraction. He’d been incredibly possessive, making me agree over and over that I was his.
Still, guys said that kind of thing in the heat of the moment, even if I desperately wished he meant it. But the part about other couples being jealous because of how good things were between us? Yeah—they might actually think we were insane, since we’d only met for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago.
“Okay. Well. Um, I guess I can try to work on the whole blushing thing, but I’m not sure how much good it’ll do, since I’ve kind of been cursed with this pale skin ever since I was a little girl.”
“What you call a curse, I call a blessing.” He tugged at the sheet until it barely hung off my pebbled nipples. “The way your skin tinges pink when you’re close to coming makes you even hotter, which should be impossible, considering you’re already sexy as fuck.”
“Um. Thanks. You know how I was getting out of bed when you woke up? It’s because I really do need to go into the office today,” I blurted out in my desperate need to get away and pull myself together before I did something nuts, like fall in love with my new husband who I didn’t really know.
“Like I said before. It’s not gonna happen. You’re going to stay home and let me spoil you.”
“But—”
He cut me off with a hard press of his lips against mine before he pulled me closer. “I refuse to take no for an answer. Not when your father isn’t even in the office for a few more days.”
I jerked back and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “How do you know when my dad’s going to be back in town?”
The grin he flashed me while he shrugged his wide shoulders was cocky. It should’ve been incredibly irritating, except it was also too darn sexy. “Gathering intel is vital to my business.”
“This isn’t business,” I argued, and then I thought better of it. “Well, okay. Maybe it was business at the start of all of this, so I guess I can understand why you’d be familiar with my dad’s calendar. But now it’s—personal, right? So you won’t need to do stuff like that anymore? I mean, I know we still have the contract, and we’ve only really just tossed out that one clause about being married in name only, but my dad would not be cool with the idea of you keeping tabs on him. He’s the reason for all the privacy requirements in the contract, and—”
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