A wall of cut glass divided the bathroom suite from the rest of the chamber. An open wet-floor shower stood in one corner next to a full-sized jacuzzi bubbling and steaming near the windows. Gray ducked behind the wall and pulled back a wooden panel next to the tall shelf of fresh towels. “The sauna is in here. Just turn it on at the switch on the wall.”
I stared all around in me in disbelief. “You said I would have your room. This doesn’t look like a guy’s room at all.”
His dimples twinkled when he smiled. “I had the place done up for you. I wanted it to be perfect for your first night—for our first night as.... you know, man and wife.”
My eyes shot to his face. He did all this for me. He went to God knows how much trouble and expense—for me. For a fraction of a second, I drilled him with my eyes. I could never get tired of looking at him. He cast a spell over me I couldn’t resist.
“So, is this all you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well if I lived here, I’d never leave.” I took another sip of my champagne as I moved around the room.
“Ha, I wish. I manage the company.”
“And you go out? Right? I mean isn’t that why we’re in this position?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I go out. And before good old big bro was the prez he used to join me. He’s not as innocent as he appears.”
“Where does the money come from?”
“Old family ties. We funded his campaign obviously. And then our business has been very successful as well.”
I nodded, “Interesting. You know I’m surprised your team allowed you to give me the job, knowing my history.”
“Your history is irrelevant to me, and something my team can make easily disappear. And despite what it currently appears, I’m in charge, and I chose you.”
He chose me. To be his wife. Jesus.
He looked incredible in his tux. I set my glass down on the bedside table. How would I ever keep my hands off of him?
“Gray…” I began but the next instant, he was crossing the room, and I knew I was a goner. We rocketed toward each other on a crashing torrent of mad passionate desire. I attacked him with all my might. I threw my arms around his neck and met his kiss coming at me full tilt from the other direction.
He grappled his thick arms around my ribs and hoisted me off the ground. I floated into the bright horizon beyond those windows. I was with him, and nothing could hold me back. Wasn’t I married to him? No one could tell me this was wrong.
He spun me around in a circle, as our kiss intensified. Before I knew what was happening, he swept me off my feet. My legs sailed into the air and came to rest on his muscled bicep. He pulled his lips from mine while he carried me across the room to that bed waiting for us.
Did he plan this? Did he decorate the room thinking he would deflower me in that bed on our wedding night? Nothing could ever be so perfect. He eased the curtains aside and laid me out on the mountain of pillows. He stood over the bed staring at me.
“You are so beautiful Gabi,” he said.
I sat up to meet him as he leaned in to kiss me. He nibbled down my neck to the cleavage heaving against my bodice. He reached behind me and unzipped my wedding dress. I mussed his hair following him down, down, down. He nuzzled his big head into my stomach. Nothing could ever be low enough until he found the seething tempest between my legs. God, I wanted him so bad! I dreamed of this moment, all these days planning the ceremony.
He didn’t stop at my stomach. He nosed into my satin frills until I pushed them aside with my knees. He helped me slide my skirts up my thighs, and he laid one torturous kiss above my garter. Air hissed through my teeth. Oh, God, yes! That was so good. I felt the heat burning between my thighs. I needed him between my legs right now. I would do anything. I would beg and whine and grovel if only he would take me right then.
He inched higher up my thigh to my lacy panties and found them already soaking wet. A soft moan escaped my lips when his mouth moved over my core. I would have thrown my legs around his neck if he hadn’t taken hold of both milky thighs and pried them apart for his enjoyment.
I collapsed back on the bed. I had to submit to this in the full rapture of his monstrous power. He would take me. He would drive me to heaven. He would consume me and leave me breathless, and I would take it. I would take anything he cared to dish out.
He pulled my panties aside to give himself one tiny lick. I felt my whole body shake at the touch of his tongue. He lifted his head and stared and me seductively.
“You taste so fucking good, Gabi.”
All I could do was nod as he moved his head back between my legs. His tongue flicked my clit lightly, and I arched my back and rolled my hips slightly. His tongue moved faster as I felt the tension start to build in my body.
“Oh God, Gray don’t stop,” I moaned.
Gray continued to lick my clit as he moved his finger in between my legs and started to tease me at my entrance. I pushed my hips down hoping he would push his fingers inside me. His tongue flicked faster, and I let out a loud moan when I felt him push his finger in.
Heat rushed through my body and I felt myself get closer to the edge. I rolled my hips onto his face and hand as loud moans escaped my lips.
“Oh, yes, Gray!”
He plunged another finger deep into me as his tongue moved faster and faster. My whole body began to shake, and I felt my legs tighten slightly around his head. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. I felt my body fall into my orgasm as I squirmed underneath his touch.
Once my moans subsided he towered over me. He propped himself on hands and knees to kiss me to raging ecstasy again. He wormed his mighty hips between my legs until I squirmed in naked lust.
He didn’t have to ask. He knew he had me. He prepared this bed for me, and he brought me here to fulfill our deepest longing. He eased my skirts the rest of the way up. He rolled back on his knees to slide my panties the rest of the way down. He didn’t bother with the rest of my clothes. He wanted me in my wedding dress. He wanted the woman he married.
He came back to kneel over me. I couldn’t stop my rabid hands going to work on him. I tore his pants open and got out his thick cock I knew I’d find there. It leapt into my hand. I stroked it to throbbing hardness and guided it between my legs.
“I want you inside of me Gray.”
“I’m going to make you scream my name, Gabi.”
Another moan escaped my lips as he pushed slowly inside of me. I arched my head back, as I felt his hips meet mine. In an instant, my muscles pulsed around his shaft and as I felt him film me completely. I screamed in spitting madness. I had to have him. I had to throw myself on that intruding spike until he drove me wild.
I plunged my hips up to meet him coming down. He grabbed my arms and thrust them above my head and held them there as he pumped his hips inside of me. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to him to take me.
“Fuck me harder Gray!” I screamed.
A smirk formed on his lips as he thrust harder and deeper into me. Suddenly he pulled out and looked down at me.
“Get on your knees Gabi.”
I quickly turned over, and he pushed my dress up higher on my waist. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard back down onto him. He moved one hand to my clit and started to rub as he pumped into me.
“Oh yes, right there. Don’t stop Gray. Don’t fucking stop.”
Gray pumped harder into me as his fingers moved in circles around my clit. I arched my back as he moved his one hand from my hip to my shoulder.
I couldn’t get enough of him. The way Gray made me feel. My whole body started to shake again and I called out his name.
“Oh, Gray!”
He hammered home to my very limit, and his fingers rubbed my clit to explosive climax. I clutched the pillows in front of me, as my screams grew louder. He filled me to the breaking point and left me in pieces on that bed.
7
Gray
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br /> I stood in what used to be my bedroom. I gazed down at the sleeping form tucked between piles of downy pillows. How did this ever happen? How did I ever start to care so much about this intoxicating woman?
My phone buzzed in his pocket. I pulled it out, but I didn’t answer it until I left the room. I didn’t want to wake Gabi up.
“Hi, Mom. How are ya?”
Right away, the high-pitched rattle drilled into my ear from across the airwaves. “How could you do this to me? Are you trying to drive me into an early grave?”
“What are you talking about, Mom?” I already knew what she was talking about. I knew I would get a phone call just like this.
“I’m talking about you running off and getting married without inviting any of us to the wedding. I understand why you didn’t invite me. Of course, you wouldn’t want to invite me. It’s Aunt Hilda I’m worried about. How do you think she’s going to feel when she finds out about this?”
I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, Mom. It was spur of the moment.”
“Your brother was there. He’s a little busy mind you, so I know this wasn’t Gray!” She shot back. “Where did you meet this girl? We didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. Did you put out an ad on the internet or something?”
I cringed. “Come on, Mom. That’s not funny.”
I calmed my mother down the best I could and I hung up on her quickly, but the conversation lingered in my mind. I couldn’t keep Gabi hidden forever. What if this thing turned out to be a lot bigger than I expected? I already spent the most passionate night of my life with her, and her perfect body and wild appetite left me hungry for more.
I ducked back into the bedroom in time to see her roll over in her sleep. Even looking at her all soft and pliable and naked made my mouth water for every inch of her angelic flesh. I watched with bated breath until she woke up enough for me to slide into bed next to her.
She snaked her warm arms over my chest and breathed into my hair. “Where have you been? You’re all dressed.”
“I got up early. I always do. I get up and work out before dawn. That’s my morning ritual, so if you wake up and I’m not here, don’t worry. I’ll be back with you as soon as I can.”
Her fruity red mouth covered mine. “I don’t like waking up alone.”
I twisted around to squirm into her arms. She smelled and tasted so much better now than she did last night. I had to get my mind working if I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day in bed with her. I could spend the rest of my life in bed with her. I shook my head slightly. What the hell was I thinking? This was just business. Wasn’t it?
My phone buzzed again. I didn’t have to look at it to know who it was. I dragged myself out of her embrace. Her hair tossed all over her face and the pillow. “Where are you going? Stay here with me.”
“Soon.” I gave her a quick kiss and tore myself out of her arms. “I had Antonio make you breakfast. I’ll bring it to you in bed.”
“You didn’t have to do that. It’s too much.”
I climbed out of bed. “I want to. Stay put.”
I scooted out to the kitchen and came back with her tray. I would show her what too much was. Too much was having her in my bed. How could I ever stand the anticipation of waiting for her to eat so I could work her into a screaming frenzy again?
I backed through the door. “Here you go.” I almost dropped the tray when I found her sitting up in bed. She stared at her phone in her hand. Her eyebrows turned up in the middle, and she looked as though she were on the verge of tears. “Oh, no!”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s my mother!” She turned the phone around to show me the screen. “Look at this! The pictures from yesterday are all over the morning papers. What if my parents see this? I had hoped that I would be able to tell them about it myself. Not have them find out from the news. What am I going to do? I was stupid to think that I could tell them before it hit the news.”
I stared at the phone screen. All the amazing pictures from yesterday, me bending her backward to kiss her, us walking hand in hand with the sun glimmering through the leaves, our hands entwined with our rings shining against our fingers—all of it spread across the tabloids. Big headlines announced, Mystery Girl Nabs President’s Bad Brother.
Was that me they were talking about? Was I the Bad Boy in question? I always considered stuff like that a compliment. Now it made me cringe. I couldn’t be a bad boy and married to her at the same time.
Mystery girl, huh? The press would love that. It did her justice, and the pictures made her look more mysterious than ever behind her gauzy veil. Her inner radiance shone for all the world to see. Anybody could see why I supposedly adored her.
I set the tray on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed next to her. I put my arm around her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. Maybe they won’t see it.”
At that moment, her phone rang. Jumpy music came out of it. She swiped her thumb over the screen and pressed it to her ear. “Mama!”
I lounged back on the pillows and listened to her babbling away in Italian. The longer she talked, the more agitated she got. I rubbed her back and neck, but she got more tense with every passing minute. Her voice rose to a strained squeak.
In between talking to her mother, Gabi looked around the bedroom. She took deep breaths and sniffed. She ran her fingers through her hair. She did everything but relax. This was ten times worse than my conversation with my own mother. This was bad. I did this to her. I created this situation and used my rotten money to get her into a position she couldn’t get out of. What if I ruined relations with her family? She would never forgive me. How could I make it up to her?
I knew enough Italians to know how they felt about family. She lived her whole life in the neighborhood where she grew up. Her family probably still lived there, too. I was the outsider. I was the stranger. They didn’t care how much money I had. If I hurt their little girl, they would never accept me.
The awful truth hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted them to accept me. I wanted to be the one she cared enough to introduce to her family. I wanted them to think this was the real thing because I wanted it to be the real thing.
Oh shit. I was in deep.
She gave one last sniff and croaked. “Okay, Mama. Ciao.”
She hung up, and the phone dropped out of her hand. The feathery softness of comforters swallowed it up. Gabi covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. Those quaking sobs cut my guts to ribbons. I couldn’t watch this. I had to do something.
I laid both hands on her shoulders, and she collapsed weeping on my chest. I held her in my arms and kissed her hair. Nothing mattered so much as this moment. I would give anything to make it right.
She heaved and moaned. “This can’t be happening. I can’t do this. I have to get out of this somehow.”
I shushed against her ear. “Shh. It’s all right. It’s going to be all right.”
“It’s not all right!” She leapt upright and shoved me away. “I never should have married you! This was all a huge mistake.” Then she fell forward in an emotional heap.
“I never wanted any of this to happen,” she wailed. “I was so desperate for a job, that I didn’t really think through how my family would react to all of this. Do you know what this means to them? Do you understand how upset they are?”
I cuddled my arms around her shoulders. I snuggled down into the bed and let her cry herself out. I brushed her dark hair out of her face. My chest gave her a place to rest her tearful head. I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to make this right. I would always be here for whatever she needed.
She was worth it.
8
Gabriela
I swam up out of the bedding to catch a breath of fresh air. “This is a disaster.”
Gray brushed my hair off my tear-stained cheeks. “What did they say?”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “My mother is in hysterics, and my father said he’s going to come after you with
a shotgun. He doesn’t care who your brother is. He says he’ll get himself a bunch of goombas to give you a pair of concrete boots, and you’ll never touch me again.”
Gray froze in the bed next to me. “Are you serious?”
She didn’t open her eyes. “Of course not. I didn’t tell them the truth. I made up a big story about doing a promotion for a bridal shop downtown and that you were involved and the press jumped to conclusions. But I won’t be able to lie to them forever. They’re bound to find out sooner or later. How could they not, with your brother being the President? Then what am I going to do?”
“Why don’t you tell them the truth?” he asked.
“The truth!” I shrieked. “Are you out of your mind? I couldn’t tell them the truth. I could never look them in the eye and tell them I was down to my last dollar from not being able to get a job, so I married the President’s billionaire brother to pay the bills. They’re Catholic, and that would be prostitution, especially since here I am in bed with you.”
“Don’t tell them that part. Tell them you fell madly in love with me, and the next thing you knew, we were married.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Shut up.”
“I mean it. Tell them we’re married, like we really did get married. Take me home to meet your parents, and I’ll ask your father’s blessing on our marriage, just like a real live couple.”
My eyes popped open. “Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. We have to make this legit, so why not?”
I let out another shaky breath. “I should have known that’s what you meant. You want to play the game. You want to put on a good show.”
“What else would I mean?”
I rolled over on my back so I wouldn’t see him. I scolded myself silently for allowing my emotions for Gray start to take over. I knew I had to keep them in check. I couldn’t forget that this was just a business relationship.
“Nothing. It’s only for a year.”
“That’s right, so let’s take advantage of every minute.”
My head whipped around. There were his beautiful eyes in front of my face. His eyes cast that enchantment over me that got me into bed with him in the first place. He moved in to kiss me, but he didn’t kiss me on the lips. He kissed my forehead. Then he kissed each eyelid still damp with tears. And then he kissed the tears off my cheeks.
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