I accepted her into my grateful arms. I scooped her up, and she strapped her legs around my waist. She burned in my embrace like never before. She mauled my lips and bit my tongue. She thrust her breasts into my face until I didn’t know what to kiss first.
I ravaged down her neck and nosed her neckline aside. She nibbled my forehead and my ears. She gasped and panted. Little noises squeaked out of her with every breath. God, I loved her when she was like this. There. I said it—or at least I thought it. I loved her. I loved everything about her. I never wanted to live without her, and I loved her this way a long time before I found out she was having my baby.
I took a step toward the couch, but her twisting, wriggling form made me lose my balance. I started to fall forward, but I recovered in time. I spun around, so I landed on my ass with her on top of me.
She smothered me all over with her glorious body. She ripped her dress down and pointed both her majestic breasts in my face. She crammed one of them into my mouth, and her alabaster flesh blocked my nose.
I snuffled into her beautiful folds. I couldn’t get enough of her. I tore her dress the rest of the way off to expose those curves I adored so much. She clawed my clothes off just as fast. She ripped my shirt open and took a mouthful of my skin. She mauled me up and down while her delicate fingers took hold of my belt.
My cock thumped between her legs. My nerves jangled touching her immaculate flesh. My head swam, and lights flashed before my eyes, but I couldn’t stop kissing her and biting those rapturous nipples and crushing my cock into her pussy.
She slapped my belt back and unzipped me. She had my cock out so fast I didn’t know what to do. She pounced on in all her animal madness. She jammed it in hard and sat down deep. I gasped out loud at the stunning intensity, but she already bounced up and down. She shook her hair back and moaned.
Her cheeks flushed, and her tongue glistening wet and red inside her open mouth. Her eyes drifted half-closed, and her nostrils flared. Her wet pussy spanked against my pubic bone as I felt myself go deep inside of her. My nuts tightened between her ass cheeks. Christ, she was good!
I rested both hands on her hips, but I didn’t need to pump. I leaned back on the couch and let her do what she wanted. She knew how to get herself there. She would get herself there in no time if I didn’t interfere.
I lay back and admired her. She was pregnant. Now that I knew, I recognized the signs. Her breasts hung fuller and more curvaceous than ever on her chest. Her hips spread to meet my pelvis driving up between her legs. That ass rounded so nice and firm in my hands.
She stroked back and forth on my lap. She took my cock to its limit and dabbled it out to her puffy entrance. She picked up speed, and her breasts swayed faster.
The words kept repeating in my mind. She was pregnant. She was pregnant. I was going to be a father, and I couldn’t have prayed for a better match to be the baby’s mother.
She sucked her breath between her teeth. Her cries rose to a shrill pitch. She dug her fingernails into my stomach and humped me for all she was worth. She closed her eyes, and her head lolled back. She let out one piercing shriek after another, and her gushing juices bathed me in heavenly bliss.
She collapsed forward, and her dark hair curtained off her face. Her head fell on my shoulder, and I hugged her close. I loved her so much at times like this.
She melted against me. She moved wherever I put her. I kissed her sweet soul. I had her back. The distant awkward monster I thought haunted my bedroom no longer devoured her heart. She lay exposed and precious before me.
She responded to my every attention. She swirled her tongue around my mouth. Her lips danced over my mouth in such magical circles, I couldn’t bear it. I caressed the hair out of her eyes and kissed her beautiful cheeks. I almost burst into tears, I loved her so much.
My cock pulsed inside her and her muscles answered me. Even when neither of us moved, she titillated me to quivering ecstasy. She whimpered when I started up again, but she didn’t hold back. She rotated her hips in gentle spirals to match my driving rhythm. I caught my breath. I couldn’t stand this. I had to have her. I had to fill her with my essence, so she never got away.
I pumped faster, faster. I grabbed two handfuls of ass to pound her against me. Her flesh quivered all over when I slammed it against her bones. Her tightened all around me. She whined and heaved in my hands.
Holy fuck! My cock burned with every blistering thrust. I couldn’t get enough of her. I had to keep going. I had to get there. I had to take her in all her glory.
She laced her fingers through my hair, but I couldn’t kiss her anymore. I marshaled all my strength just to keep breathing against the onslaught. My lips wouldn’t function, and my breath rasped against her lips. I found myself falling, falling into those hypnotic eyes holding me captive.
16
Gabriela
Faster than lightning, Gray snatched at my body with his monstrous hands. He flipped me over on the couch, so I lay on my side facing away from him. He seized my hips and jerked me back against him. His cock plowed into my wetness and found its place in my core.
He grappled hold of my thigh and lifted it out of the way. The air tingled on my wetness as he moved one hand down to my clit. I arched my head back. He caught one hand around my chin to bend me farther. My head came to rest on his shoulder again, and he grunted in my ear.
His rough, animal sounds excited me beyond comprehension. He was raw and male and dominating. I loved him when he got like this. I loved him. I wanted him in more ways than I could explain. I wanted to be the one to make him cum. I wanted to be the one to hear him moan in exhausted distress right before he shot his load all over me. I wanted to bathe in his sweat and kiss away the lines of sleepless strain after a long night of unbridled sex.
I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted every last inch of his cock bulging with distended veins. And more importantly, I wanted his heart. Because he already had mine.
His fingers moved faster around my clit as his hips pumped into mine. I tensed all over. I flailed against his grip, but he kept pounding. His cock burrowed into the deepest recesses of my insides while his fingers worked me into a screaming frenzy.
I electric spark ran down my body. My ass thrust back to meet him. I couldn’t control it. I felt my whole body begin to shake as loud moans escaped my lips.
His voice rattled into my brain. “You like that, baby? Huh? Do you like that hard cock? Huh?”
He growled in time to his blistering strokes. “Take it, baby. Take that stiff cock in your tight little pussy. Oh, fuck, baby. That’s good. Oh, good girl. That’s my good girl. Take it hard. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck. Do you like that? Is that the way you like it? Huh?”
I moaned in response because I knew I couldn’t form words.
He pounded harder than ever. His hips pulverized my ass, but his plunging cock touched those hidden secrets inside me. My body shook harder as I felt my orgasm overtake me.
His muscles flexed all around me. His shoulders bulged, and his biceps strained to grapple me against him, even as his driving rhythm pushed me away. We moaned together, and I felt him fill my body completely. His hips slowed as my moans started to fade and I felt my body collapse onto his.
***
Luscious warmth and softness surrounded me on all sides. It cradled my bare flesh, but when I turned over, I realized I wasn’t on the couch anymore. I was lying in the bedroom under the down comforter.
I stretched out one arm, but I didn’t find Gray in bed with me. My eyes snapped open. Where was he? I sat up and looked around. My hand flew to her mouth to stifle a cry. White roses scattered all over the floor, over the dresser and the bedside table. They covered every surface, but I didn’t see Gray anywhere.
What did this mean? What was he trying to tell me? He must really care about me. He didn’t just want to raise a baby with me. He wanted ME. He wanted us to be the real deal. I shut my mouth with a click. All this time, I thought he was just enjoying
his year as a married man.
Could we be a real couple? Could we really love each other as much as if we’d chosen each other? Heaven knew I wanted him. I would have chosen him myself if I hadn’t applied for this job. I never dreamed I could get a guy like him, that I could be sleeping with him and kissing him in a penthouse like this.
Did he feel the same way about me? He probably never would have chosen an out-of-work accountant if he had a choice. He wouldn’t have chosen anybody. He would have kept on loving ‘em and leaving ‘em to the end of his days. Instead, he got saddled with me.
Did I dare believe I’d won his heart the way he won mine? I had to find him. I had to hold him and kiss him, even if he was in the middle of his morning workout. I threw on my bathrobe and went out to the living room. No Gray. I didn’t even really know how to find his home gym in this maze of a penthouse. How could I find him? How could I show him how I really felt about him, that I felt the same way? I poked my head into the kitchen. Still nothing.
Muffled voices drew me toward a door on the far side of the living room. Gray told me it was his office, even though I’d never seen the door open. He never worked in there when I was around. He kept his business strictly separate from everything connected with me.
At that moment, a crash startled me out of my skin. That definitely came from the office, and the voices rose to shouts behind the door. I crept forward to listen, but I couldn’t make out a sound. I dared to press my ear to the door.
“Forget it!” Gray shouted. “I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me. Shut up! I don’t take orders from you. I’ve had enough of this shit, and I’m not doing it anymore.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He didn’t want me after all, so what were those roses all about? What should I do?
“You cocksucker!” he boomed. “I’ve done everything you said. I’ve bowed and scraped. You’ve made me a laughing stock in front of the whole world. Well, this is my goddamn life! Do you hear me? Forget it.”
A laughing stock? Is that what this marriage meant to him? He never cared about me. He never wanted anything from me but sex. I should have known.
Who was he talking to that way? What could he be talking about if not this fake marriage? He must be talking to his team—maybe Tanya. Tanya would come over in a few minutes, and that would be the end of Gabriela Landon.
Something smashed behind that door again. “No! Are you listening to a word I said? Yes, I heard you, and now you’re gonna listen to me. I won’t do it. I won’t go through with this, so just forget it. You can’t make me. Do you know what you’re asking? You want to ruin my life even more than it’s already been ruined. I never should have listened to you. I never should have gone through with this in the first place. I would have been a lot better off.”
Cold hard sadness crept over my body. He would have been a lot better off he never married me. That’s what he really meant. This marriage ruined his life. I ruined his life. He wouldn’t go through with this. That’s what the roses meant. He wanted to break it off, and that was his way of softening the blow.
17
Gray
I sprinkled the roses around the bedroom as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake her up. I checked the ring in my pocket for the hundredth time. It sparkled in the pre-dawn light. She would love it. I had the whole thing planned out. I would go down on one knee and propose the way I should have done in the first place.
I had to beg her on my knees to honor me with her hand in holy matrimony. Nothing else made sense now. I only regretted I didn’t do it this way in the first place, but that couldn’t be helped now. I could only make it up to her.
We were having a baby, and I loved her more than life. What could be more perfect than marrying the woman of my dreams and making this official? I would take her on a whirlwind honeymoon before the baby came. We would set the world on fire in one last hurrah before we settled down to becoming Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average.
Those words sounded so nice to me now. I wanted to curl up on the couch with her and the kid at the end of the day. I wanted to take walks in the park and have arguments about who was supposed to put the stroller in the back seat of the minivan.
I snuck out of the bedroom so I could pace around the living room and wait. I kept taking the ring out of my pocket and looking at it. Was it big enough? Was the setting nice enough for her? I snapped the box shut and shoved it into my pocket again. I wrung my hands while I crossed and recrossed the room.
When would she wake up? The tension killed me. I never experienced this kind of anxiety in the riskiest business ventures. They always excited me. This made me want to fall apart.
I almost lost it when my phone buzzed. Before I got it out of my pocket, it buzzed again...and again. It kept buzzing until I answered it. I didn’t have a chance to say hello before Jason screeched in my ear. “What did you do? You’ve ruined everything. It’s all over.”
I scooted across the room to my office and took refuge behind the door. I couldn’t let Gabi hear this. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It’s all over the freakin’ tabloids, man!” Jason roared. “You boned that girl in the coat check closet at the gala last night.”
I froze. “What did you just say?”
“Some pimple-faced photographer got a picture of you. He followed you when you left the party with her, and when he heard you getting it on, he snapped a candid camera of you two leaving the closet. Don’t tell me you didn’t do it with her, ‘cuz no one in their right mind could mistake that picture. You blew it, man. You blew the whole thing out of the water. Four whole months of work and God knows how many dollars—all gone down the crapper. I hope you’re happy.”
“Listen, Jason,” I began.
“Don’t ‘listen, Jason’ me, Mister,” he shot back. “It’s over. Do you hear me? It’s all over. Even though you guys are married, the press will somehow spin this back to your bad boy days and how you are corrupting her. Your brother knows, and he’s pissed.”
I brought his fist down on the desk. “But she is my fucking wife!”
“Not anymore,” Jason returned. “This nullifies the contract. You broke her clean image. The tabloids are already starting to call out if she was as clean and good as they thought she was. We’ve got to do some damage control. We’ve got to get you as far away from her as we can, and maybe we can come up with Plan B.”
“I’m not breaking up with her, and that’s final. I don’t care what you say.”
“Are you trying to ruin your career and your brother’s?” Jason spat. “When the public sees this, they’ll spit roast you. Got it? You’re history. You might as well get yourself a house in the suburbs. You’re finished in this town if you don’t do exactly what I say.”
I stiffened. “I would rather live in a house in the suburbs that go through with this. I’m not splitting up with her.”
“You can’t honestly want to keep doing this,” Jason countered. “Where are your balls, man? I thought you’d be chomping at the bit to get rid of her.”
“Well, things changed.”
“I don’t care what changed,” Jason snapped. “Dump her. You have to distance yourself from her so we can rework this story in your favor. Don’t speak to her unless we approve it, and remind her that she signed a confidentiality agreement.”
“Forget it!” I shouted. “I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me.”
Jason started to say something about Tanya, but I cut him off. “Shut up! I don’t take orders from you. I’ve had enough of this shit, and I’m not doing it anymore.”
“You’re not doing it anymore is right, buddy,” Jason fired back. “Take it from me. The whole contract depended on the press thinking she was a good girl. They had to believe you were good enough to get yourself a good girl. Now that’s all toast. They will paint her in a bad light and start to tear down her good girl image. She’s poison for you.”
“You cock
sucker!” I thundered. “I’ve done everything you said. I’ve bowed and scraped. You’ve made me a laughing stock in front of the whole world. Well, this is my goddamn life! Do you hear me? Forget it.”
“Do you want me to come over there and do it?” Jason asked. “Are you too pussy-whipped to dump her? I’ll do it for you.”
I brought my fist down on the desk again. “No! Are you listening to a word I said? Yes, I heard you, and now you’re gonna listen to me. I won’t do it. I won’t go through with this, so just forget it. You can’t make me. Do you know what you’re asking? You want to ruin my life even more than it’s already been ruined. I never should have listened to you. I never should have gone through with this in the first place. I would have been a lot better off.”
“You’re damn right about that, brother,” Jason replied. “We should have gotten you a nice homely spinster instead of a hottie. We all knew this was a bad idea, but you had to have her. You had to have somewhere to stick that dick of yours, and now you gotta pay the piper. If you don’t have her gone within the hour, I’m coming over, and I’m bringing Tanya with me. Understand?”
“Don’t you dare,” I snarled. “I’ll be the one to handle this situation.”
“How are you gonna handle it, if you don’t throw her out?” Jason asked. “You could wind up making it even worse.”
“I said I’ll handle it, and I will,” I told him.
I threw the phone across the room with all my might, and I didn’t bother to hang up first. Those fuckers! They got me into this situation. Now, when I finally developed real feelings for Gabi and wanted to take her for my very own, they wanted me to end it.
Well, I wouldn’t do that. So, the tabloids thought she was a bad girl. They thought we screwed around in the coat closet. Why shouldn’t we? We were married, weren’t we? We could do it wherever we wanted, and no one had anything to say about it.
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