“Elliot,” I gasped. “I don’t understand.”
“No? Then maybe this will help you to understand.”
Before I could respond, Elliot pressed his mouth to mine. I moaned, the feel of his lips rubbing over mine igniting emotions I thought had long been buried. That was all it took, his body touching mine and I erupted in his arms. There was no controlling the years of emotions that I had suppressed because I had believed this was impossible between us.
Well, impossible was happening right there in his bedroom on his yacht the day after we had married. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him close to me, sucking on the tongue he plunged into my mouth. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly and I writhed beneath him, wanting to feel him deep inside my body. I wanted him so badly I could hardly wait.
“Elliot!” I gasped, tearing my lips away from his. “Oh my God, El.”
He kissed me again, effectively shutting me up. With a hand under my back, he unhooked my bra and I raised for him to finish pulling the materials from my arms. He released my lips then and stared down at my bountiful breasts. Self-consciously, I raised my hands to hide my breasts from his eyes. I didn’t dare to look at him because it would break me if he did so with anything less than adoration.
He took my hands and removed them from my breasts. “So beautiful,” he murmured and the sincerity in his voice had me glancing up at him. I was stunned to find him staring at my breasts intently. “You’re so beautiful, Carrie. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”
I wanted to ask him how long, but before the words could leave my mouth, his hands were caressing my breasts, stealing my breath. I leaned back into the bed, my back arching. I gasped when his wet mouth claimed one nipple. He licked slowly, taking his sweet time to pull the tip into his mouth while using his tongue to tease the bud. Wetness seeped between my legs, staining my thighs. I widened them and wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips.
“Elliot!” I gasped when he skipped over to the next breath. “Oh God, Elliot! I want you so much!”
He kneaded my breasts, playing me like an instrument. He was so skillful that I was content for him to go on with it and do his best job. By the time he released my breasts, I was delirious with passion. He removed my legs from his waist and hooking his fingers into my underwear pulled them down. I lifted my ass and allowed him to toss them aside.
Moving over me, he lay on his side and kissed me. His hands traveled over the gentle swell of my tummy and down between my thighs. My legs fell open of their own volition, having no willpower against him. His fingers found the heart of me and he stroked my fevered flesh concentrating on the tiny nub that pulsed.
I moaned and gasped, burying my face into his neck as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. He pressed harder into the flesh and I cried out from the intensity of emotions that washed through me. He stroked downwards and found my opening. He dipped a finger inside and then another. With two fingers inside me, he started a lazy rhythm, pushing them deep inside my crevice.
“Elliot, please,” I begged him. “I can’t… oh God please, Elliot. I need you. Please.”
“I can’t wait either, honey.”
He got up from the bed and grasped my hips. He pulled me so my ass rested on the edge of the bed. Grasping my legs, he wrapped them around his arms and nudged his cock at my opening. I gasped as his tip pushed through and he fed me his length. With one fluid motion, he filled me up, sliding into my body.
“Oh yes!” I moaned, a shudder running through my body. I grabbed a fistful of the sheet as he pulled back then thrust into me again. Over and over, he pumped inside my body, his hips rocking both of us with his rhythm. He picked up pace soon, his face determined and set as he clenched his teeth. Each of his thrust sent shivers running down my spine. I cried his name to encourage him faster and deeper until he was leaning into me and fucking me hard just the way I had envisioned for so many years.
I clutched his arms and hung on for dear life as Elliot laid into me like a raging stallion in heat for his mare. It wasn’t too long before I could feel my climax ripping from inside the depths of my womb. My inner muscles clenched and my whole body spasmed.
“Oh God!” I screamed.
“Carrie!” Elliot grunted, slamming into me hard one last time. He stiffened and holding onto my legs tightly, he spilled the warmth of his seed inside me.
Chapter 8
The Bahamas. The beautiful tropical paradise greeted us. I was giddy with excitement as Elliot held my hand and led me through the busy streets for our hotel right on the beach side. I had never been happier in my whole life and it was all because of the way Elliot and I had been loving on each other since the first time we had sex. My body ached in a pleasant way from our last romp right before we docked. I couldn’t get enough of him and couldn’t wait to get him alone again.
From the corner of my eye, I glanced at him and felt proud to be beside this powerful man. He didn’t make me feel like a big girl. He made me feel delicate and cherished. I was probably in over my head but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to analyze what had changed about our relationship. Elliot had seemed keen on acting as though this was quite normal between us. He seemed so confident about what was happening to us that I didn’t want to seem the insecure one. I would go with the flow and see where it led.
His hand shifted to my lower back, just above the generous swell of my ass. I shivered and he glanced down at me and winked. Oh how I wished I knew what was going on inside his head. I’d feel much more at ease. I’d try to be patient and maybe being here in the Bahamas for the night, he would finally tell me what was happening to us. I didn’t dare dream he felt the same way I did about him. I knew men. He was probably horny and well, I hadn’t exactly been resistant on the yacht. Yikes, had I just been a convenient lay?
I frowned. No, I didn’t believe that for one minute. Elliot was not that type of guy. At least I didn’t think he was. Doubt ate at me though as I thought about Elliot’s past girlfriends. None had ever lasted for long. Why should I feel I was someone special?
Elliot led me inside the hotel lobby area and we approached the front desk. The pretty dark-skinned woman at the front desk glanced up as we approached. Her friendly smile widened and her eyes lit up when she spotted Elliot. She looked from Elliot to me and back to him, trying to hide the recognition from showing in her eyes but she was too late.
“Hi Clover, I was hoping you were working the front desk today.”
“El-Mr. Saunders, how good of you to stay with us again,” Clover answered.
“This is my wife, Carrie.” Elliot propelled me forward and I had no option but to shake the hand the girl extended to me. I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she was. Her olive complexion was flawless. As if she weren’t already perfection personified, when she smiled dimples flashed in her cheeks.
I mumbled that it was nice to meet her then feigned interest in some catalogues on the counter while Elliot sorted out our rooms. Angrily, I wondered how many women he had taken here and if Clover had been one of his past flings. By the way the woman smiled at him, it wouldn’t take a lot to rekindle that fire.
“Thanks for saving us the best room on such short notice,” Elliot ended. “I’ll see you around.”
“Sure thing. Anything you need, don’t hesitate to call me.”
“You’re a gem, Clover.”
Since we had only one piece of luggage with us, we went up the elevator to the top floor alone. Clover had saved the presidential suite for Elliot.
“Do you come here often?” I couldn’t help asking him when the elevator let us off and we walked toward the room door. I was so caught up in my feelings I could barely enjoy the beautiful surroundings.
“Every now and then,” he answered. “It’s a nice place to getaway and relax when things get too much.”
I wanted to ask him who he took with him when he was here, but I swallowed the words and decided to make the best of the situation
until I had all the facts.
I yawned as we entered the suite. I was temporarily distracted by the beauty of the layout, from the rug on the floor to the draperies and delicate pieces of furniture.
“You must be worn out,” he said with a smile, letting go of his bags so he could wrap his arms around my waist. He pulled me in for a swift kiss and I almost forgot that I was on the verge of being mad at him.
“I could use a nap,” I acknowledged, “,but we’ll be here for only a day. I want to see as much as I can.”
“Hey, we’re not in a hurry,” he said with a smile. “If you want to see the whole damn island, we’ll wait until you do before leaving. Now go take a nap.”
“Really, Elliot. I’ll be…” a yawn took away the last word.
He gave me a blank stare. “Go take a nap or I’ll have to spank you.”
I sucked in a deep breath at the dangerously seductive gleam in his eyes. “Fine, but what will you be doing when I’m sleeping?” I asked.
“Just check in at the yacht, speak to the captain and then come right back here.”
“Okay.”
I undressed and crawled into bed. Elliot approached the side of the bed and sat beside me. Leaning over, he dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Call your mom and let her know you’re okay,” he told me.
I nodded. “Okay.”
He smiled. “I’m so glad you agreed to marry me, Carrie. There’s no way I could have let you marry that fool.”
I opened my mouth to respond but he kissed me. “Go to sleep.”
Chapter 9
Despite feeling tired, I couldn’t fall asleep. I tossed and turned in the bed for almost twenty-minutes before I decided napping was a lost cause. I got out of bed and called my mom instead. She wanted to know all the details of what happened between Elliot and me. Once more, I had to remind her about boundaries.
“Sweetheart, we’re two women,” she said and I imagined her rolling her eyes. “You can talk to me about everything. If he’s as endowed as his father, and something tells me he is, then you should be pregnant in no time when you get back from your honeymoon.”
“Mooom!” I cried, at the same time my mind racing about the lack of precaution Elliot and I had taken the multiple times we already had sex.
“You’re such a prude,” she chided.
“I’m just glad now Noah won’t bother Elliot about him marrying to get his inheritance,” I said. “That’s quite a low blow to have such a stipulation around one’s inheritance.”
“What are you talking about, dear?” Mom asked. “Elliot received the trust fund portion of his inheritance three years ago. And, he handled it well, might I add. He built a hotel in the Bahamas that’s thriving.”
“What? You must be mistaken.”
“I’m positive, dear. Noah was so proud of him and bragged that his son had his business shrewdness .”
Shock rocked me. Had Elliot lied to me? But, why would he do that?
“Oh, I must have been mistaken then. Look, Mom, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Okay, hon. And if you need any advice about—” I hung up the phone before she could continue.
Thoughts racing through my mind, I dug through my bag for a dress to wear. I slipped it over my head along with a pair of sandals and grabbed my purse. I had no idea where I was going, but I was certain someone would be able to guide me to the nearest pharmacy. I couldn’t afford to get pregnant with Elliot’s baby, not knowing what was going on between us.
Once the elevator took me to the lobby, I was marching my way to the front desk to ask for directions when I halted. Elliot who was supposed to have been at the dock was leaning against the top of the table. His head was close to Clover’s as they pored over whatever it is they had between them while talking. Clover said something and he threw back his head and laughed.
I never considered myself much of a jealous person, but I supposed that was exactly what I felt seeing them. Years of insecurity punched me in the gut. I did a doubletake before he could spot me and headed for the elevator. I held my breath he wouldn’t notice me. He didn’t. Why would he notice me anyway when he had the gorgeous Clover in front of him?
Chapter 10
Back in our suite, I slammed the door shut and started to pace. I didn’t know what to do, but I was trying to calm down before he appeared. The last thing I wanted to do was fly off the handle. He had promised to love and cherish me till death do us part but I knew he didn’t mean it. I had no reason to be upset with him but I was. Damn right I was!
The door opened and I tried to calm down before he found me. I was standing in the living room when he entered.
“Carrie, is everything okay?”
I turned to him, intending to tell him everything was quite fine. Then I remembered how he had married me under false pretenses. What else had he life about?
“Why did you marry me?” I blurted out.
“What?”
“I asked why you married me? This isn’t about some damn inheritance, is it? Why did you lie to me?”
He sighed. “You spoke to my dad?”
I shook my head. “I spoke to my mom who confirmed you lied.”
“Let me explain.”
Except that now I had started I couldn’t stop. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into something so crazy. And then you brought me here where God knows how many women you’ve taken in this very room.”
He scowled at me. “What are you talking about? I haven’t taken any women here.”
“That’s right because she already works here.”
“I swear you’re not making any sense.”
“I’m talking about Clover. Why would you want me over her? I’m not stupid. How are you connected to her? What are you not telling me?”
“I’m not involved with Clover!” he denied. “She’s simply the front desk agent.”
“Then what were you two talking about just now?”
He blinked. “You saw us?”
“I wanted to go out and spotted you from the lobby.”
He gave a long sigh and walked over to me. I tried to ward him off but he took me by the arms and kissed me. As mad as I was at him, I wasn’t immune to his kisses. I had melted in his arms by the time he stopped the kiss.
“I love you, Carrie,” he said with a smile. “I thought you would have figured out that from yesterday.”
“You love me?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes. I’ve known for a while now and to be honest the morning we ran into each other at your ex’s apartment, I had been about to pay him off to leave you alone so I could woo you.”
“Are you being serious?”
“You bet, I am.”
I shook my head. “But, I don’t understand. You never indicated how you felt.”
“You were younger. I had to wait for you to grow up. I knew you had a crush on me, but I wanted to know it was the real thing. I was willing to wait on that. Our parents knew the real reason I married you was because I love you so they didn’t protest to the wedding.”
“Oh.” I had no idea what else to say. “That still doesn’t explain why you were in the lobby just now chatting up Clover.”
“Now you’re going to ruin the surprise,” he groaned. “Clover was helping me organize a nice intimate dinner between us. She’s nothing but a worker, baby. You’re perfect for me the way you are and I don’t want anyone else.”
He seemed so sincere I couldn’t doubt him. I threw my hands around him and planted my lips on his. “I love you too,” I moaned. “I loved you for so long.”
He kissed me back, spreading his hands over my ass. He squeezed and released, before slipping his hands under the hem of my dress. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I clung to him when he pushed a hand into my underwear and found my center to slip his middle finger inside.
“Perfect,” he said kissing my face. “I love the way you get in my arms. You’re so freaking wet already, baby and I love that. I love you.” He co
ntinued fingering me until we were too bothered and needed more. We tore at each other clothes before he lifted me. He brought me over to the couch and sat with me on his lap. He kissed my nipples, bringing me to stand on the couch with my legs spread either side of his head. I sat slowly on his face, and clung to the back of the sofa. He sucked my flesh into his mouth, clutching both my thighs. He licked and tongued me until my legs trembled and became unsupportive.
Only then did he pull me back to sit down on him. I held his cock at the base with one hand then sat. I moaned at the way he slid into my body, a nice tight fit.
“Jesus, baby. Ride me.”
And I did. Gripping his shoulder, I rode his cock bouncing my ass up and down. I tightened my inner muscles, and he groaned. He kissed my neck, my breasts and thrust upward so he slid deeper inside me.
“Yes baby! That’s it!” he groaned.
Sensing how close he was to the edge, I moved faster, slamming my ass down into his groin. I felt him twitch beneath me like a second before my climax bore down on me. His cock pulsed in my body and I clung to him, a smile on my face from the mutual climax. When we both came back to, I was lying against his chest.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, stroking my damp back. “You don’t have to worry about me and other women, Carrie. I didn’t wait for so long for you only to screw up. You mean too much to me.”
He kissed his chin with a smile. “I’m so happy but there’s one thing, El.”
He groaned. “What now? Do you want me to introduce you to Clover’s boyfriend so you know how much I’m not into her?”
I giggled and shook my head. “I believe you about Clover. That’s not it.”
“Then what?”
“We really need to stop having unprotected sex if we don’t want to get pregnant right now.”
He cupped my chin and stared into my eyes. “I guess we’re not using any then. I can’t wait to see you carrying our child.”
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