The Billion Dollar Wedding: The Honeymoon Collection

by Cynthia Dane

Gasping, Jasmine felt the power renewing in his body. I’ve had two… and a half… orgasms in half an hour… monster… “No, sir. I am always willing for more.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. Get out the lube.” Ethan grimaced. “The normal kind.”

  Wearily, Jasmine reached across the bed and opened the other nightstand. There wasn’t a lot of reasons to use lube in their relationship, but they always had it on standby, and apparently Ethan had a damn good reason to want it.

  The moment she had it in her hand, Ethan pounced on her, bringing her so close that she yelped in excitement.

  “Before we get married…” His voice reverberated against her body, and she couldn’t tell what were shivers of arousal and what was him. “I want to know every part of your body. There’s still one thing I have yet to experience with you.”

  His hand smacked her ass, sending Jasmine halfway across the bed with a shriek.

  “No?” Ethan asked.

  Jasmine wasn’t saying no to anything yet. “I never said no, sir.”

  She was in his arms, pinned beneath his half-naked body, feeling him grind his trousers against her bare ass as his fingers moved beneath her and found her wetness. “You are so wet.” He bit her ear, enough to make her groan once more. “Even for you, you’re wet.”

  At this point in their lovemaking, Jasmine should not have been surprised when his finger trailed from her wetness to her ass. Yet she soundlessly gasped, automatically clenching before he had the chance to slip his finger in.

  “Relax,” he bade her. “If you really want me to stop, you know your safe word, but try not to resist.”

  How could she not? Every inclination told her that it was unnatural for even her fiancé to touch her there. That didn’t mean Jasmine didn’t want him to… but fighting against instinct was never easy for anyone.

  “Oh!” She grabbed the pillow beneath her as his finger finally made its way in.

  She was not shocked when he said his next few words. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Jasmine. You’re going to come harder than you ever have before.”

  Was that a challenge?

  “Yes!” How did that word slip from her mouth as he rubbed his erection against her? Was Jasmine so far gone in their scene that she would literally do anything? Probably. When it came to Ethan and what he incited in their bedroom, anything was possible. Like him fucking her in the ass.

  “Have you ever had a man inside you here?” Ethan parted her flesh, fingers cool from the smooth lube. “I want to know if I am the first.”

  “No,” Jasmine mumbled. “I mean, nobody’s ever been in there.”

  “So I’m the first to take your ass? I didn’t think there was a virgin spot on your body.”

  You may be surprised. Jasmine had never been into the idea of anal sex… until now, when it was at her back doorstep. The head of Ethan’s cock teased her opening, but did not charge forward. Nor did it ease forward. Not yet. “I want you to be the first, sir.”

  “You want me to fuck your ass?” His hand curled beneath her chin, cinching her throat. “Do you want me to own your body?”

  Powerful. Jasmine felt powerful – Ethan felt powerful on top of her. Together, their power was unprecedented, and it helped that Ethan eased his hand down her chest, grabbing her breasts while growling against her skin. His cock inched forward, and Jasmine took deep, quivering breaths to keep from clenching.

  “Yes, Master,” she muttered. “Take all of me. I want you to be the first and only one.” Jasmine had been with a few other men, but none of them had touched her there. Some of them brought it up, but she wasn’t comfortable with them like she was with Ethan. Neither were those young men worthy of having every inch she could give to a man. Not like Ethan was. “It’s all yours.”

  “Damn right it’s all mine. Everything you possess, I own.” Ethan held her hips tightly, his cock advancing whether Jasmine clenched or not. “You have to relax, though. Once I’m in, it’ll be easier.”

  Jasmine trusted him, but it was hard to believe in those first few seconds when his cock took its time entering her. At first Jasmine resisted, whether she wanted to or not. Then he was in, his cock claiming the last piece of her that had yet to be claimed.

  It was unlike anything she ever experienced before. That much was definitely true. Ethan was slow at first, but it still showed Jasmine how different this kind of sensation was. Tight. Deep. The only thing missing was something in her core, although her fiancé’s cock did a damn good job of trying to reach it through a different way.

  He told her how good it felt, how beautiful she was, and how happy he was to share this moment with her. Then he fucked her, his hips slamming his cock into her and making damn well sure she could never call that hole virgin again.

  Jasmine had felt taken, beholden, and claimed in all sorts of manners before, but this was her first time feeling like she was his. This was what it meant. This was what it truly meant to be owned by Ethan Cole, a man who could have anything he wanted. He wanted her. He also wanted her ass, and he damn well got it when he asked for it.

  She was falling into a type of surrender she didn’t even know possible. She still felt it when Ethan pulled out, leaving her open in more than once place. She felt herself surrender to him and every whim he could conjure when Ethan inserted the blue toy into her pussy, lodging it deep inside – and in that position, it would be difficult for her to accidentally push it out in the throes of lovemaking. She even claimed surrender when he pulled her underwear from his pocket and shoved them in her mouth, quickly muttering how she could signal a safe word if necessary whilst removing his trousers. She definitely, definitely surrendered her heart, body, and soul when he fucked her ass again.

  Jasmine couldn’t speak. She couldn’t make a sound, and not because she had her lingerie in her mouth. Even if she wanted to speak, her body wouldn’t let her. She was beyond her body. In some other realm. Heaven? Not quite. Definitely a glimpse of a paradise that existed beyond her mortal coil. The type of place a person could not visit for long without permanently losing their mind – but having a taste of it was good enough from time to time. More than enough… because Jasmine had never felt this close to her fiancé before.

  She released reality when Ethan sat up, bracing his hands against her back as he slammed his hips against her ass. Between him, the fake cock in her pussy, and the sensations of the world around her fading to black, Jasmine shot off into the stratosphere and felt…

  Well, she wasn’t sure if it was one giant orgasm that lasted half her lifetime, or if it was one after another for infinity, but she was no longer in her body and didn’t care to come back. She had never been filled like this before. Not by one man, for sure. That one man was in the midst of quickly losing himself too. Jasmine may have been a million miles away, but she heard him groan in climax and felt his cock swell inside her.

  It wasn’t until he released his seed inside her ass that Jasmine realized that she had been screaming on her lingerie this entire time. Sensation returned to her. Gravity was heavy, ridiculous, and utterly unnecessary. Yet here it was, pulling her onto the bed and making her face what Ethan gloriously did to her.

  “Fuck me, sir!” she was crying, words muffled but recognizable. “Fuck me!”

  She collapsed when the orgasm passed. Ethan slowly eased out of her, and the first – and last thing – Jasmine felt before slipping into unconsciousness was her fiancé’s claim on her ass hitting the air. He slipped on top of her, a single kiss hitting her cheek as she said goodnight to the world around her.

  Chapter 18

  “Should we get matching rings?” Jasmine asked, surveying the jewelry set on display in one of the city’s most exclusive jewelers. “Or should we get whatever we both want?”

  Ethan’s hand squeezed her side, his arm wrapped cozily around her. The salesperson stood before them, bedecked in a designer sweater dress and wearing the type of perfume Jasmine usually only smelled on a banker’s rich wife. “I’m fi
ne with somewhat matching… although I don’t want to get too crazy. I’ll leave the gems to you. I’m a simple man, you know.”

  Jasmine caught the humor in his words and laughed. Simple. Yeah. Sure. Oh, Ethan could be simple in many ways, but they were both thinking of anything but the many ways.

  They were two days separated from one of the greatest rounds in bed they ever enacted. Jasmine woke up Saturday, fatigued, yet refreshed. Okay, so her body was fatigued… but her soul was so refreshed that she remained in awe that Ethan loved her so much. Since then, her fiancé had barely stopped touching her. His arm was always around her, fingers dancing on her skin, and eyes taking in her hair, clothes, and the sparkle on her face. Her engagement ring also sparkled, but that was neither here nor there.

  “I want to get something that goes with this.” Jasmine pointed to her ring. “Because I never wanna stop wearing it.”

  “May I suggest…” the saleswoman began. “Many women switch to wearing their engagement ring on another hand, or have it set into a necklace.”

  “Why, thank you.” Nevertheless, Jasmine didn’t like the idea of taking her engagement ring off… like, ever. “If we go this route, though,” she kept saying to Ethan, “we could get matching bands. Oh, maybe with inscriptions!”

  His cologne came dangerously close to her nose. “I’d like that.”

  Hilariously enough, wedding ring shopping was one of the easiest things they had yet to do for the wedding. Jasmine put the lack of a dress and maid of honor out of her head. They were entering May already, but there was still plenty of time, right?

  “I hope you don’t mind that we swing by my lawyer’s before heading home,” Ethan said, as they exited the jeweler’s.

  “On a Sunday?”

  “Did you see where we were on a Sunday?”

  “Right.” He does a lot of personal business on Sundays. When a man was a billionaire, people opened stores and offices for him even on a Sunday. Why not? It meant damn good business. “I don’t mind.”

  “It could take a while.”

  “That’s fine! I’ve got some work of my own to go over.” Jasmine had a voicemail from Kathryn to go through, for example. Ever since she proved to not flake out on the haggard champion of charity, Kathryn had started assigning her star volunteer more work on the pet haven project. “Paw Meadows,” as it was going to be called, still needed outside funding and a board to head it. Jasmine’s job was to start researching people outside of Kathryn’s web of (shitty, unresponsive) contacts.

  They got in the Town Car and headed farther into downtown. Ethan was on his phone and Jasmine was nose-deep in her notebook. Nevertheless, they were attached at the hip, Ethan stroking his fiancée’s hair as he flipped through messages and grumbled about business this and economy that.

  Jasmine had only been to Ethan’s lawyer’s office a few times, and most of those times had never been for anything pleasant – like dealing with Jackson Lyle and the takeover Ethan did a while back. Jasmine had only gone with him to those meetings because her testimony was needed. Otherwise, she stayed away from legal shit.

  But popping in with Ethan shouldn’t have been a problem.

  Haha. Shouldn’t have been.

  Her first sign that something was wrong was Ethan’s lawyer greeting her first. With a smile. The man never smiled.

  Her second sign that she should start running, even if it meant leaving Ethan’s warm hold for the first time in days?

  The presence of her own lawyer, a man she rarely saw because who the fuck needed a lawyer when you were just Jasmine Bliss?

  Apparently, she did.

  “Ethan…” Jasmine stood in the middle of the immaculate office, smelling of old tomes, sour liquor, and musty cigars. “What’s going on?”

  She knew what he was going to say. He didn’t say it. Instead, he left it to his lawyer, a wiry old man who looked at her with a knowing “I have been here before and I will be here again” gaze.

  “Didn’t Mr. Cole tell you?”

  “Jasmine…”

  “He’s arranged for us to go over the prenuptial agreement today.”

  “Forgot to mention that, huh?”

  Ethan wasn’t a man who ever looked sheepish, but there was definitely some color on those chiseled cheeks. “I thought I had told you…”

  “No!”

  He knew he was going to get a smack on the arm, right? Because he totally got a smack on the arm.

  Amazing how quickly Jasmine’s good mood could up and die. Funny thing, that. It was almost like she didn’t appreciate having the idea that she was a money-grubbing cow whom Ethan would have to divorce one day sprung on her. Didn’t exactly feed into her confidence. Why did she have to be told what she already knew?

  Probably because the first term Ethan’s lawyer presented her basically said, “You get nothing, Jasmine Bliss. I’m smiling at you, and he says he’s in love with you, but guess what? You get nothing.”

  Didn’t matter if her lawyer said this was due course and this was how negotiations began. It didn’t matter that Ethan was willing to be more than fair on every item on the list. It didn’t fucking matter that Jasmine didn’t get control of his company in any way, but she could take stock options instead of money if they divorced. If they divorced.

  If they divorced.

  It was two months before her big wedding, and not only did Jasmine not have a dress, but she wasn’t even sure she would have a fucking fiancé at the end of this day!

  Part 3: VOWS

  Chapter 1

  “So then his piece of shit lawyer has the balls to tell me that if I cheat, I get only 25% of the previously agreed upon monetary amount… but if Ethan cheats… nothing changes, boom, he doesn’t ‘owe’ me more money or anything.”

  Jasmine had to shout over the spring breeze blowing through the open restaurant. Mariachi music blasted on speakers a few yards away, and the rabble of other hungry patrons was enough to drown out a sonic boom. Somehow two old friends found it in them to converse across a checkered table full of nachos, taco salads, and some super fattening, over-stuffed burritos. Not like I’ve got a wedding dress to fit into!

  “Shut up,” Selena said, crunching on tortilla chips. “He totally did not say that! And you totally did not agree to that!”

  “Of course I didn’t. My lawyer would have had a heart attack if I did.” The worst part about “negotiating” a prenup was that Jasmine was eternally on the defensive. Ethan’s lawyer tried to get away with shit, and her lawyer had to counteract with, “Now you know that’s not fair. Fix it.” Thinking about it made Jasmine shove more cheese sauce in her mouth while rocking out to the mariachi music. Purge that brain, baby! Not even two days between that shit fest and now could make her feel better. “I haven’t talked to Ethan since!”

  “Fuck, I wouldn’t either! What a douche move!”

  “Right?” Jasmine had been hyperbolic. Of course she had spoken to Ethan. They went home that night, her stewing in anger and him unable to figure out why she was so fucking mad. When he ended up working late on Monday and staying in the penthouse, Jasmine didn’t rush down to see him. She would rather sit at home and clip her toenails while watching the latest episode of Real Housewives. Now there were some women who knew the pains of prenups…

  It wasn’t the fact they had a prenup that angered Jasmine so much. Of course they were going to have one at some point. Ethan was a billionaire, and even though Jasmine had almost no assets of her own, she was still a threat to Ethan’s fortune should they divorce sometime in the future. No, what pissed her off was how it was sprung on her like a mouse caught in a trap… and the fact that his lawyer treated her like a gold digging bitch the whole time. Didn’t he know her? Didn’t he know the trauma she had gone through thanks to Jackson Lyle? Lawyers weren’t shit. Including her own.

  “So what happens if he cheats?” Selena didn’t bother to wipe salsa off her face. Loud and proud, right on the corner of her mouth. “You get his balls as compe
nsation?”

  “I should have put that in there.” Jasmine kept fisting chips in her mouth as she spoke. “No. Instead, if he cheats, I get a 25% higher payout and an extra 20% in monthly alimony payments.” The original negotiation was 10% increase in alimony, but Ethan insisted on doubling that.

  “Damn. Not too shabby, really.”

  “That’s not the point!” Jasmine was going to upturn her basket of chips and not give a fuck. “The point is that he didn’t even tell me we were going to do that… all he said was we were going to ‘swing by’ his lawyer’s. The man claims we had discussed it before, but I sure as hell don’t remember it!”

  “I’m so sorry…”

  “Oh, it gets so much better.” Jasmine was on a tangent that wouldn’t end until her train ran off the tracks. “If we have kids, the oldest has to be in his primary custody. At least. I might be able to take all the spares with me to whatever house he’ll buy me after the divorce, but he gets to keep the primary heir. Or whatever one he chooses to groom.”

  “You guys are having kids?”

  Jasmine shook her head so quickly that it almost popped off her neck. “No, no, see, they put that shit in there to make the divorce proceedings smoother. If we don’t have kids, it will be moot. If we do, it’s supposed to make things easier. I dunno… but how awful is that?”

  “At least they didn’t stipulate oldest son. I hate that shit.”

  Jasmine had to admit, she sort of liked the idea of having a gaggle of girls that all vied to take over Daddy’s company. Or maybe having a son who showed no interest in it while his little sister became Queen of Corporations. Hadn’t even thought of that until now. Jasmine knew that the first child – hopefully a son – was usually groomed, but parents could choose a different child to be made the heir to fortunes. It sounded like a nightmare. The right answer was to have only one kid, but what if it died, or was incompetent? But having more than one child meant in-fighting over the inheritance. This was probably why most of the big old money families stopped after two, three children at the most. Get that heir, and get the one spare who hopefully wouldn’t conjure too much of a stink and divide the family’s fortunes.