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  “Back up a second. Where is this honeymoon?” she asked, shivering as my fingers slid under the tiny strap of her dress.

  “Here, in the city,” I replied.

  I had a feeling she was a little disappointed by that information. I would take her somewhere tropical soon. For now, I couldn’t afford to be away from my company and leave Jack in charge during my absence. For all I knew, that could be their plan to get me out of the way.

  She giggled softly. “You said it was a surprise. We’re going back to your place tonight, right?”

  I slowly shook my head, staring her directly in the eyes. “Nope. I’ve got us a suite at the Four Seasons.”

  “What? Really? A suite for a staycation? I’m not complaining but that seems so—lavish.”

  I shrugged. “It’s our honeymoon. You deserve lavish. Once things settle down with the company, we can take an extended honeymoon somewhere warm. You can wear nothing but a bikini all day.”

  She laughed. “Um, if I’m pregnant, I don’t know if a bikini would be all that attractive.”

  “On you it would be. I can’t wait to see your belly swollen with my son growing inside,” I said, putting my hand on her flat stomach.

  She let out a long sigh. “I can’t believe I might have a baby by this time next year. It is all so crazy. Before I met you, I had never imagined being married and definitely not as a mother.”

  “I’m glad I could change your outlook on life,” I said with a laugh.

  Her eyes widened. “Oh no!”

  “What? What is it?” I asked, suddenly alarmed.

  “My bag is at your place and my other bag is at the venue. I don’t have a change of clothes.”

  “You won’t need clothes,” I told her.

  “At some point, yes, I will. I can’t wear this to leave the hotel,” she said, picking up the skirt of her dress.

  “I’ll have your bag delivered to you. I’m not in the mood to run around the city. I want to get you back to the hotel, and that dress needs to be piled in a heap on the floor. I want you. I want my mouth on you—in you—and my body pressed against yours,” I said in a low voice, inches from her face.

  Her mouth opened a fraction and her eyes dropped to my mouth as she sucked in air. I had waited all night and I wasn’t waiting another minute.

  “Okay,” she murmured a second before I devoured her mouth with my own.

  When I had gotten my fill, I sat back in the seat and watched her chest heave up and down. I had barely been able to hold myself back.

  “We have at least another twenty minutes,” I rasped.

  “I think we could do a lot in twenty minutes,” she whispered.

  “This dress is too damn tight.” I groaned, my hand sliding over her satin-clad thigh and over her knee.

  It felt like she was wearing yards of fabric. I was good, but I had no idea how I was going to get in that dress without taking it completely off her.

  “Do we have privacy?” she asked in a low, sultry voice.

  I looked at the privacy shield at the front of the car and the blacked-out windows. “Yes.”

  I was anxious to see what she was willing to do in the back seat of the limo. She slowly hiked her dress up before bunching it up above her knees. I looked at her grinning. She was clearly as anxious as I was. My hand rested on her bare knee, sliding up the inside of her thigh, but not reaching for her crotch. Not yet.

  “What’s wrong?” She gasped.

  I shook my head. “Not a damn thing.”

  “Wait,” she murmured, pushing my hand away from the inside of her thighs.

  “What the hell?” I snapped.

  She got off the seat and kneeled on the floor. “I have a better idea,” she said with a coy smile.

  “Hannah,” I warned.

  She shook her head, her hands reaching out to pull my shirt from my waistband before she deftly worked the buttons, freeing my swollen cock.

  “Much better,” she whispered, her hand encircling my cock, gently squeezing before sliding it up and down.

  I watched as she lowered her mouth over me and groaned. I had planned to pleasure her on the ride to the hotel, but this was too good to reject. Her hot mouth slid up and down my shaft, pulling and tugging while stirring up that desire that had been bubbling at the surface for weeks.

  “Hannah.” I groaned, feeling myself on the verge of a climax.

  She looked up at me, my dick still in her mouth, her lips wrapped around me. The sight was more than I could fucking take. I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to stop myself from coming. She drank me in, every last drop before slowly climbing up to sit beside me, wiping myself from her mouth.

  “Now, I know you’re going to last a lot longer,” she practically cooed.

  I grinned, thinking I had definitely met my match in the bedroom.

  “I think I should start now,” I said, taking my turn on the floor in front of her.

  She gasped. “We can’t! I don’t want to stain my dress.”

  “You can take it off or hike it around your waist. It’s my turn,” I said firmly while sliding the long dress up and over her knees. She lifted her ass, pulling the huge bundle of fabric around her waist. I stared down at the scrap of fabric over her bare pussy and smiled.

  “I wanted to wear my surprise for you.” She gasped when I reached up and snatched the panties from her body in one hard tug.

  “Another time. I prefer you naked,” I growled, staring at the sweet, bare pussy before me.

  I was going to fuck her good tonight. I wanted to leave her writhing in sweet agony. I wanted her screaming my name as I took her from one orgasm to the next. By the time I was finished with her, she would beg me to stay away.

  Chapter 45

  Hannah

  It was almost two when the limo finally pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. I wasn’t sure I could walk after what he’d just done to my body. I picked up my thong and realized I had no purse and no pockets. I stuffed the scrap of fabric inside his tux pocket while he lazily smiled at me.

  “I doubt that would be the first pair of panties they found in the back of a limo,” he quipped.

  “Well it would be the first pair of my panties,” I said in a righteous tone.

  He laughed as the door swung open. The driver appeared and helped me to crawl out of the car. I was thankful for the man’s assistance. I waited for Grayson to tip the driver before he escorted me inside. He pulled out the card key as we walked to the elevators. His little treat in the car had barely taken the edge off. I was ready for a night of debauchery with my husband.

  Neither of us talked as the elevator silently climbed each floor. When the doors slid open, it was a different matter entirely. I couldn’t take my hands off him as we walked toward the door of our suite. I cupped him through his pants, feeling the fullness and the growing thickness in my grasp. He pretended like nothing was happening as he slid the card in the lock and pushed the door open.

  He flicked a switch and a few soft lights turned on. “I want to take that dress off you,” he said in a husky voice.

  I started to move toward the double doors to the bedroom. He stopped me. “Here,” he demanded.

  I nodded and turned my back to him. “Unzip me and unfasten the string at the right.”

  His knuckles brushed over my bare back before he slowly unzipped the dress. With a quick flick, I felt the fabric loosen. He pushed the spaghetti straps down my arms, my back still to him.

  “I’m going to do things to you I’ve never done,” he promised, sending a shiver of heat racing through my body.

  “Okay,” I whimpered.

  “You’re going to do things to yourself you’ve never done,” his voice was a growl coming from behind me.

  His threats were promises I hoped he intended to keep. I was willing to give him my body completely. I wanted him in every way—no matter what that meant.

  “Okay,” I said again, giving him full permission.

  “You’re goin
g to cry out. You’re going to tremble and shake with need as I take your body to the point of no return,” he said as my dress hit the floor in a swish of satin.

  I nodded, my legs already trembling with anticipation of what was to come. I had no idea what to expect from him. I wanted it all. I had never felt so daring and lecherous.

  “Your clothes?” I asked, turning to face him.

  He nodded, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, removing his cuff links, and stripping off piece by piece of the tuxedo that had made him appear dashing.

  “Table,” he directed.

  I looked around the room and only saw the small table in the dining area of the suite. He couldn’t possibly mean—

  “Now, Hannah.”

  I nodded and quickly walked to the table, my back to him and my hands flat on the table, ready for him to take me from behind.

  “Turn around and sit on the table.”

  My eyes widened. I glanced down at my nude body before looking at him, wondering what he was up to. I didn’t question him. I used my arms to hop up on the table. The cold, slick surface felt good against my overheated skin.

  “I want to look at you—all of you,” he said, his eyes traveling over my body.

  I sat there, letting him look his fill. As he seemed to examine me, one eyebrow raised, I suddenly knew what he meant. I widened my legs, exposing myself completely.

  “Touch yourself like you like me to touch you.”

  I gasped but quickly pushed away the inhibitions. I placed my hand between my legs, cupping myself, feeling the heat emanating from the place his face had been not even ten minutes ago. The memory reignited the fire within me. My finger slid over my slit, feeling the wetness still there.

  “I can’t see!” he ordered.

  I opened my legs wider, dropping my head back a little and pleasured myself with two fingers all while he intently watched, his gaze hot as fire, sending streaks of passion through my body every time I looked at him.

  “Grayson,” I called out his name, feeling myself close to the edge.

  “Don’t stop,” he rasped, stepping close to me, his hands moving to my knees as he pushed them open wider.

  I cried out, feeling completely vulnerable and incredibly sexy. It was the riskiest thing I had ever done in my life.

  “More, Hannah. Make yourself come!”

  His alpha demands were too much. My body arched as the climax rolled over me. His hand was between my legs, his fingers pushing inside me as my body nearly bucked off the table at the surprise invasion.

  “Oh God!” I cried out.

  He pulled out his two fingers before slowly pushing three of his big fingers inside my pussy, stretching me completely and somehow prolonging my orgasm. I couldn’t draw air as my body felt as if it were caught in a vise comprised of pure lust and passion.

  “Fuck yeah, baby, you’re so wet and so fucking tight,” he growled in my ear.

  “I need you,” I moaned.

  “I’m going to finger fuck you until you come again,” he said, pulling his fingers out before running his index finger over my slit, causing my body to shudder.

  “I can’t. Not again. I want you,” I begged.

  “Not until you come again,” he demanded, one finger sliding inside me.

  I looked down, watching him use his fingers to probe deep inside me. It was strangely erotic to watch.

  “Back,” he grunted, two fingers sliding back inside.

  I leaned back, using my stomach muscles to support me.

  “No. Back.”

  I lay down on the table, my legs spread wide as he stood between them, his fingers sliding in and out of my body while one hand sprawled across my stomach. His free hand slid lower, shocking me. I had no idea what he would do next. Three fingers pushed deep, nearly bringing me to climax as he stretched my pussy once again. The pad of the thumb on his free hand pressed against the hard nub above where his fingers were inside me.

  I screamed at the sheer pleasure it brought as he rubbed and probed at the same time. My body bucked upward, sending his fingers deeper inside me as I thrashed on the table with such intense pleasure I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces. My open hand slapped against the surface of the table, my other hand grabbing my own breast and pinching the nipple, sending me into complete oblivion.

  “Now you get it,” he said, pulling his fingers out, gently stroking my swollen pussy, pulling little shockwaves from my body.

  I wanted to cry from the pleasure. I opened my eyes and sat up, watching him stroke himself before pushing close to me. His cock entered slowly, a little at a time, those stretched and tingling muscles adjusting to his massive size as he stretched me farther than his three fingers. I watched as inch by inch of his beautiful cock disappeared inside my body. I chewed my bottom lip, relishing in the feeling of watching the act and feeling it at the same time.

  He thrust once, then again, my head going back to the table for support as he fucked me hard and fast, quickly taking my body to the verge of another glorious climax. When his thumb brushed that overly sensitive nub once again, I was completely lost. I couldn’t think straight. I could only feel. Every cell in my body felt as if he were flicking it. I heard myself moaning from some place far away as he expertly worked my body, one step higher than the last.

  “Up,” he said, his tone much softer as he pulled me forward, his dick still planted inside me.

  I leaned my head against his chest, straddling him as he carried me to the bedroom. He turned, sitting on the bed, my legs still around him as his face turned up to mine. I rode him. Slowly at first and then picking up the pace. It clearly wasn’t enough for him. He slapped my ass, ordering me to move faster. I gave it my all, my limbs feeling weak after so many orgasms.

  His mouth clamped down on one nipple, sucking it into his mouth and tugging hard, spurring me on. I gave him all I had, bouncing up and down, listening to his grunts and groans of pleasure, each one feeding my own. When I felt myself on the verge of climaxing again, I reached up and ran my fingers into his perfectly cut hair, getting a handful and tugging. His mouth pulled away from my breast as his head tipped backward. I looked down to see a mixture of shock and surprise on his face at my bold move a split second before his face twisted into what looked like agony. I knew it was nothing of the sort. I had just made him hot and feral.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, his body jumping and bucking under mine as he came deep inside me. I could feel the hot spurts and gasped at the power behind his movements. I joined him in the orgasm, riding and convulsing against his chest before falling to the side, unable to move another muscle.

  He chuckled as he got off the bed and somehow managed to pull the blankets from under me, tucking me under the covers, his naked body beside my own. I laid my head on his chest while he gently rubbed my back, neither of us talking.

  I couldn’t help but feel that time had been different. I felt like he had given me more of himself. I had never felt so close to another human being than I did with him in that moment. I knew he had to feel something for me. I wasn’t sure if it was love just yet, but it had to be more than a simple business arrangement. It felt like so much more to me.

  I sighed in contentment.

  “Told you I’d make you scream,” he said in a sleepy voice.

  I laughed softly against his chest. “Yes, you did and yes, you most definitely did. I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a week.”

  “That’s fine. I think I could get used to you being bedbound and naked.”

  “I need clothes,” I mumbled against his chest. The long day and the physical exertions over the last hour had left me beyond exhausted.

  “I’ll get you some. You don’t need them right this minute.”

  I nodded, feeling myself dozing off. “Don’t forget. I can’t eat breakfast naked.”

  “There are robes in the bathroom if you must cover up,” he scolded me like I was a child.

  “Okay. But don’t forget.”


  He didn’t answer me. I listened to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing and knew he had fallen asleep. It was our first night together as husband and wife. I only wished I weren’t so tired that I couldn’t really enjoy the moment. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about many future nights together just like this one. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to move in with him, but I was ready to make the change. I’d keep my place, but if we were going to sell this marriage as the real deal, we needed to do everything we could to make it appear real. I was looking forward to that.

  “Good night,” I whispered.

  He mumbled something. It wasn’t actual words, but it still filled my heart and gave me that warm gooey feeling in my belly.

  Chapter 46

  Grayson

  I woke far earlier than I had wanted to. My eyes were gritty from lack of sleep and my arm was tingling with numbness from where Hannah’s head lay against it. I managed to pull it out from under her head without waking her. She would probably sleep for a while after the day and then the long night.

  I got up and climbed out of the bed, turning to look back at her, watching her comfortably sleep as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She was beautiful even in sleep. Her hair was poking out in a hundred different ways from where it had been clipped up into a twisted bun thing on her head. I had no idea how many pins were holding it up and didn’t envy the thought of her having to take it down. I could smell the hairspray on my arm from where her head had been resting all night. That thing was better than any hard hat.

  The more I looked at her, the more confused I got. I couldn’t stop the feelings that were bubbling to the surface. Seeing her walking down that aisle yesterday had taken my breath away. She was a stunning woman. I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life and that’s what bothered me the most. She wasn’t in my life. She was an employee. I kept letting the lines get blurry and that couldn’t happen. I didn’t know her well enough to know if she were being honest with me or putting on a great act. It was hard to tell the difference between reality and fantasy. There was a part of me that wanted the fantasy, but a part of me knew better than to let myself fall in her trap. She was part of Jack’s world and that was dangerous to me.