by Ashlee Price
It was official. They were married and she was his. The day had been a crazy one and he knew that it may not end the way he wanted it to, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, it was perfect. She was perfect and the way she finally looked up at him, he wouldn’t have changed for the world. She looked at him like he was the man on the white horse to save her. Dasha felt safe with him and he took that trust very seriously.
The pastor left and everyone else went back to work. There was to be no honeymoon for the two of them, especially not two people short on the ranch, but Shane was not going to work anymore that day. He just wanted to spend the rest of the day with her.
They went back inside after everyone left the small gathering and Dasha was quiet. She looked nervous and Shane wasn’t sure why.
“Are you okay Dasha?”
It was too much, hell it was too much for him and he was used to the craziness of the ranch. He felt bad about what happened and he just wanted her to feel okay with it.
“I’m fine, just a strange day. Is it always like that here?”
“Not like that, but there is always something going on. I got rid of Caroline and Sammy, so it will be calmer now.”
“Why Caroline?”
Shane paused, should he tell her. “She pushed him to do that.”
Dasha nodded. “She wanted you as her husband?”
He was surprised she put it together so quickly.
“Yeah, something like that. How did you know?”
“A woman knows. Were you two…”
“No, no, nothing like that. She is not my type at all.”
Dasha seemed to like that answer, though she still wasn’t smiling about it. Dasha moved to their bedroom and started to put away the rest of her things. She didn’t know what else to do after the day she was having. Her emotions were everywhere, but the one constant feeling was how safe she felt with Shane. The idea of him with that blonde woman made her angry in a way that she didn’t quite understand.
“What would you like to do today Dasha? I know that this isn’t a regular marriage, so I am not sure where to go from here.”
Chapter 6
She turned around and looked at him. She was still in her wedding dress that made her seem even more slight. It was absurd really, to be talking there like that right after their wedding. It wasn’t a normal wedding though and the confidence that he had felt before meeting her was gone. Everything that he thought he knew was wrong. Now he understood why people would go to such extremes, such lengths to be with someone. Now Shane understood what all of the fuss was about.
“Are you not sure what to do?”
Dasha sounded incredulous and it made him grin a little.
“I know what to do when it comes to that Dasha, but I didn’t know what you wanted to do. It’s your choice. Whatever you want.”
She turned her back to him and met his eyes through the reflection of the mirror on the dresser. Shane could tell she was blushing and it made certain changes in her demeanor make more sense. Dasha had been so sure of herself yesterday, but after Sammy trying to seduce her and then as the consummation became a question, the timid woman that he seen now had appeared. His fear had been that she would be this way always, the fire from before gone, but now he knew that she just never knew a man in that way.
The knowledge gave him more insight, but also created conflicting feelings with it. He wanted to take his time, but the idea of being the first made his blood boil.
“Will you help me take this off please?”
Her voice was so quiet, but he heard it as if it was thundering in his head. Shane found his feet planted to the floor for a moment, questioning if it was what he had actually heard it or was it what his mind made him think he heard. It was what he wanted to hear.
“You need help with your dress?”
She nodded in the mirror, her blue eyes looking to him.
“Please.”
Shane closed his eyes for a moment and then moved forward to reach her. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the long row of buttons on the back. He couldn’t think of how she had gotten in it with her body so close. She was breathing in shallow breaths and he wondered how such a beautiful woman could be still untouched.
His fingers played with the revealed flesh when he was done, running a tip up her back and watching her shiver. Shane moved the fabric off of her shoulders, where the swell of her breasts stopped it from falling the rest of the way off of her. “I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful wife Dasha. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I want to make love to my wife, but only when you are ready.”
He had to give her a choice. Sex had always been optional in his mind when he had come up with the idea of finding a wife, practicality was what he had been thinking about, but now all he could think about was being her husband in all senses of the word.
Dasha’s blue eyes met his finally as he towered over her. She trembled against him, but finally moved. Her hands went to the top of the dress and pulled it down to fall. Catching on her hips, she pushed it the rest of the way down and Shane couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. His palms rubbed her shoulders and then moved down her upper arm towards her small breasts. Cupping them from behind, his fingers played with the hardened tips as Dasha’s head fell back against his chest.
He played with her as she squirmed against him and he was left rigid in his pants in seconds. Shane was watching her face through the mirror, the way her body jerked as one hand dragged short nails down her abdomen. He toyed with the soft brown curls that covered her. Knee pushing in between her thighs, she made a small whimpering sound when he found her damp heat. Shane bit her shoulder and she made the same sound again. As his finger moved lower, rubbing against her clit, her noises became louder and more damaging to his need.
Shane made circles over her swelling clit. She seemed more than ready and when he moved lower, his assumptions were found to be right. No one else had ever touched her before. Sucking where he had bit, his fingers moved back up to the top of her slit and pressed harder. Dasha gasped and wiggled her ass against his own raging need. He groaned as he moved faster on her, watching her body tense as she was dragged closer to the edge. Dasha had her eyes shut tight and he tapped on her with the tops of his fingers.
“Come for me Dasha. So you will be wet enough.”
He continued his assault on her quim, while his other hand left her to make him ready for her. He had never needed something so badly in his life and when she called out his name in that accent, her need splashing out onto his fingertips, Shane thought he was going to explode. It was too much and he was struggled to release himself with only one hand.
Her hips and ass pushed back against him over and over again. Her body was searching for it and when he finally felt the cleft between her cheeks he growled. Going back to rubbing her sensitivity, he positioned himself lower to her opening that was barred. Her eyes flashed open as he pressed in against her barrier. Shane rubbed more, making her stomach tighten and her moaning started again. Conflicting thoughts once more.
“Are you ready Dasha?”
She nodded her head, though her eyes fluttered closed as soon as he started to press inside. Slowly the cockhead ripped through to her tight depths and Shane gritted his teeth to the urge to slam forward. Her name whispered softly in her ear as he pushed deeper, her insides suffocating him. Pulling out, she gripped him and when he pressed back in found her no less choking.
“Oh God Dasha. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” The last syllable rose with his sudden thrust to fully seat himself inside of her. He was just so big and she was so small it was hard to think. Moving back to her breasts, he played with a tip while he rubbed her pleasure spot. She started to move her hips against him, pressing him in and out just an inch, grinding back against him as she moaned.
Shane watched her bring herself to pleasure, using his body as her instrument. The longer he was inside of her, the deeper she pushed him and the faster she pulled h
im out. “Yes, yes, I’m going to come Shane.”
Her shaking made his blood boil, the sounds of her satisfying him in a way that nothing else could. But it was the flush of her essence down his shaft that propelled him forward, pushing her down onto the dresser, his cock sliding deeper.
He couldn’t be tender any longer and her body was asking for something else entirely. When he pulled out and seen the slickness left from her, he slammed back in suddenly. Her tits bounced back and forth as he started to move into her quickly. Pushing in hard and deep and then pulling out quickly to do it over again.
Dasha was still coming, unable to stop as each thrust rubbed her clit against the edge of the dresser. She braced herself against the mirror as he pounded into her. His name became a chant on her lips as she came over and over again. Shane watched ever nuisance of her face and then her eyes met his as he started to fill her with his hot seed. She convulsed around his shaft with each inch pressed deeper to her womb.
He laid his head on her back and breathed out deeply. How could he not have known that it was possible to feel that way? Shane helped her up, her knees a little wobbly as he moved her to the bed. Removing his shirt and pants, he laid down next to her, pulling her close. Dasha sighed against him and laced her hands with his.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you Dasha.”
She turned to him. “Not at all. It was better than I could have hoped for. I knew I was waiting for the right one and it was you.”
For someone that had never believed in love, Shane felt the same way.
“I’ve been waiting for you too Dasha. I just didn’t know it.”
She sighed and pulled closer to him, molding her body against him. They slept for hours afterwards, only getting out of bed to get something to nibble on before going back to nibbling on each other. It wasn’t a regular wedding by far, but it was certainly one that would never be forgotten by the two who shared it.
THE END
DESIGNER FOR THE BILLIONAIRE
A Billionaire Romance Novel
(Contemporary Romance Novels)
Book 1
PROPOSITIONED
By: Ashlee Price
Description
When Grazia Fabiola comes to the attention of billionaire Marshall Levitt, she doesn’t realize her life is about to change.
Marshall is used to getting what he wants, and if he has to fight for it, then all the better. A self-made man, he appreciates that not everything in this life comes easily—and Grazia is the epitome of unapproachable.
But the fight makes it so much sweeter, and when Marshall wants something, or someone, failure isn’t an option.
Grazia’s life is complicated, and where there are complications, Marshall knows there’s an in.
He’ll do whatever he has to do get Grazia into his bed; and with billions of dollars at his fingertips, he can do anything to get what he wants.
Being at the center of a silken web, Grazia has to come to terms with this whole new world, because when a billionaire wants you and will do anything to have you, suddenly nothing makes sense, and a trip down the rabbit hole seems like a vacation…
Chapter One – Grazia
“He’s watching you again.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at my assistant. I can’t tell whether she’s jealous, encouraging, or out-and-out disgusted by the attention I’m getting from one of the charity ball’s most lauded and wealthiest attendees.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, because I do. I am a woman, after all. But after a while, running around in these circles, you start to realize the attention isn’t all that flattering. The guys roaming around these events think the staff are good for one thing and one thing only… The day I become a man’s toy is the day pigs fly over a frozen hell—simply put, it ain’t gonna happen.
My voice is dismissive. “Well, there’s not much for him to see. It’s nearly pitch black around here.”
She snorts. “Then he has great night vision, because I swear to God, his head moves when you bend down.”
Hard pressed not to snicker, I have to bite my bottom lip to contain my amusement. Jessie needs no encouragement as it is. She’s five years younger than me, granted, but her immaturity still astounds me. If her skills at organizing weren’t as impressive as they are, I doubt I’d have kept her on. Sometimes that immaturity has consequences, and with her, that manifests itself in an inability to hold her tongue. I usually keep her on a leash when we’re at events, have her trailing behind me where I can keep an eye on her, but there always seems to be that one time when my back is turned and I somehow hear her managing to insult someone. It’s inadvertent, but tell that to the many pissed off New York denizens left in Jessie’s wake.
To be fair, if she insults them, they usually deserve it. And I figure if those insults make me laugh, then hell, how can I fire her?
“Whether he’s studying my ass or wondering where I bought my shoes from, there’s nothing either of us can do about it, so let’s just get on with it. We have too much shit to do and not enough time to do it in,” I tell her, peering down at my clipboard and trying to see where we are in the schedule. I would love to switch on the flashlight on my cell phone instead of straining my eyes, but that would only draw attention to myself, and apparently I’m already on Marshall Levitt’s radar.
My team and I are supposed to be ghosts at events like these. If the main benefactor knows where we’re at, then we’re not doing our jobs properly. Although if his eyes are on my butt, like I told Jessie, my hands are tied. Not like I can do much to hide it. “Goddammit, what’s the next lot?” I snap under my breath when squinting gets me nowhere.
“The helicopter ride over the city.” Apparently Jessie has outstanding night vision too, because how she can see the list in the dark is beyond me. When I stare up at her in astonishment, she grunts and waves her tablet in front of me. In the dim back light, I can see the list of lots for the charity auction. “I swear to God, Grazia, you need to start using technology.” She draws out the syllables in the last word, obviously trying to make a point.
Though the point hits home, I just sniff. “We’re incompatible.” And it’s the truth.
“How can you be incompatible? My eighty-nine-year-old great-grandmother has a newer cell phone than you do, and my four-year-old cousin knows how to switch on her tablet without asking someone to do it for her.”
“You’re talking yourself out of a job, Jessie. If I wanted to use technology, I wouldn’t hire you.” I cock a brow at her, amused when she just shakes her head at me, totally bypassing my pointed warning.
I prefer to hire her to keep my diary in order rather than use a cell phone.
Shuddering at the notion of storing all my day-to-day info on a motherboard, or whatever the hell they call it, I reach for my walkie-talkie when the auctioneer starts to call out for final bids and whisper, “Dave, I need you to start the projector in five, four…” As I let the countdown reach its pinnacle, the projection hits the back wall at the perfect moment: the banging down of the gavel.
A sharp gasp rises from the crowd as the thirty-foot video footage overtakes the back wall. The flight over Manhattan, around the Hudson, and over the city skyline looks even more impressive than usual on such a large scale. And the picture quality is close to HD. Considering it’s the star lot, the grandeur is definitely necessary.
“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Jessie asks, envy in her tone. “Imagine being able to use that as a taxi for the day.”
Sniggering, I tell her, “I wouldn’t phrase it like that. I doubt you can use it to go and do your grocery shopping.”
“No? You’re telling me that any of the bidders aren’t going to take advantage of having wings at their disposal?” It was her turn to chuckle. “You’re so naive sometimes, Grazia.”
Amused at her lofty tone, I nudge her with my elbow and watch as the auctioneer starts to list the key features of the lot. Scanning the crowd to ascertain the interest, I can’
t help but notice Marshall Levitt’s seat is currently empty.
Considering it’s his donation, I suppose he’s not exactly interested. However, despite my words to Jessie, I have been keeping an eye on him.
The last event I organized where he attended, a small dinner party for the new CEO of a tech startup that had just gone global, he cornered me in the dining room before the meal started.
I say cornered, but I didn’t feel threatened. But he definitely singled me out with the notion of asking me something. I wouldn’t be curious as to his location now if he’d managed to disclose just what he wanted to ask, but Deirdre, the CEO’s wife, popped in desperate to ask me a question about the party.
I haven’t seen Marshall since. Which means a talk is long overdue, whether I want it or not.
Looking a little deeper into the crowd, and still seeing nothing, I carry on with my tasks. Jessie bustles along beside me, throwing in sarcastic comments here and there about some of the patrons, but I’m used to the background noise, and though most of her remarks are amusing, I’m too busy to take much notice.
By the end of the evening, I’ve still failed to see Marshall in the crowd after that last time. The auction, though, can be considered a great success, and as an events organizer, there is no better music to my ear than praise from the rich and wealthy patrons of high society. They’re my bread and butter, after all. One good event leads to a handful of smaller ones and usually another of a similar size. Though this isn’t my calling, I have bills to pay, so more accounts is exactly what I need to stay out of the red.
Packing up seems to take as long as setting out has, and when Jessie starts yawning, I can’t blame her. “Late start tomorrow,” I tell her when, with another yawn, she picks up a box loaded with paraphernalia that we’re taking back to the minivan.