Page 30 of The Marriage Bid
I straightened my back and marched past him as though I didn’t see him. If he was going to intimidate me, he was going to have to do better than that.
“What do you think?”
I cocked an eyebrow.
“About my offer.”
I scoffed, trying to get my key out of my purse, but for some reason, I couldn’t find it in the makeup-filled bag. “And what offer is that?”
He dragged himself to stand beside me. I willed myself not to glance at him, but something caught my eye. He was holding my key card in his hand. “You left this at the dinner table.” I reached for the card, and he swung it away. I reached for it again, and he swung it in another direction.
“Whatever,” I said and began marching back where I came from.
“Where are you going?”
“Getting a second key.”
“Come on! I’ll give you your key.”
I stopped. I had made it four doors down. “Are you being serious?”
He nodded and waved the key card. I retraced my steps and closed the distance until we were standing a few inches from each other. His scent enveloped me. My body stiffened when our hands grazed as I reached for the card. I took it from his hands, and as I was about to open my door, he said, “So you never got over me. I was right.”
“I—that’s a load of bullshit.”
“Is it?” His voice was low and seductive. “Prove it.”
Chapter 16
Tyler
She never made it to her room. I took her to mine instead. We never made it to the bed. I don’t think I would have the strength to. She had been tormenting me all night. Flirting with my CFO, who was only too oblivious to indulge her. Teasing me with that sexy red dress of hers. When I saw her come out of her room for dinner, I had bitten my lip so I wouldn’t snatch her and carry her back to my room. Now she was here with me. Plastered against my body, craving my touch as though I was the only person who could uncap the pent-up desire she felt. She was practically burning with it. Writhing against the wall and pressing herself against me.
Bottom of the list, my ass. I am going to show her who can make her come.
I traced my lips down her neck to the top of her cleavage. My hands all over her sexy body. She was so soft and supple, I couldn’t get enough of touching her, feeling her skin under mine once more. It had been a long time coming. I’ve spent nights thinking about that night. I’ve chased this exact feeling I had with her now and couldn’t find it anywhere. No one could make me feel the way she did then. She did now with just a slight touch.
Her dress was too tight, and I couldn’t find the zipper or button or whatever thing that could get this dress off her, so I ripped it. She gasped as pieces of fabric whispered down to the floor. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“That was a nice dress, asshole.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. My eyes on her body. The only light in the room was coming from the bedroom. The shadows and dim light blocked her body so beautifully. In high red heels and red lace lingerie, she looked like a dark angel sent to torment me. “I’ll get you another one.”
She tilted her head up. “It was a personal gift from Donatella.” Her hands went to wrap around her waist. If she weren’t a former model who once did a campaign for a lingerie company, I would have thought she was shy.
“I can pull some strings.” My brother was friends with Versace. He could get me a dress. Gently, I removed her hands away, then unclasped her bra. Her breasts were exactly as I remembered them. Firm, round, and too big for her slight frame. I palmed one before claiming it with my mouth. She moaned; her legs buckled as I caught her waist. I gave the same attention to the other breast, loving every time she moaned whenever I grazed her nipple with my teeth. My hands traveled down to her panties, and those too followed her bra and ripped dress. Then I delved into her center. She was wet. My cock strained against my pants. I wanted to be inside her immediately, but I had to wait.
I went down on my knees and placed one leg up on my shoulder, opening her pussy to my face. It was delicate, pink, and wet. Glistening with juice that I sucked like a madman. She writhed against the wall, rubbing her pussy in my face as I lapped her sweet nectar. Her hands played with my hair as I drove her to madness. Then she gasped and squeezed my head as she gushed, coming like buckets.
I got up, rock hard and ready to come in her. Saffron went to unzip my fly. I helped her shaking hands, and when I was finally free, she took hold of my cock, palmed it, and played with it. Rubbing me up and down until I was sure I would come in her hands. I shoved her hand away and snatched a condom from my pocket, put it on, wrapped her legs around my waist, and thrust into her in record time.
I fucked her hard and fast against the wall. Her pussy was tight, hot, and so snug I wanted to stay inside her forever. My lips grazed her neck as her legs gripped me tightly, her heels digging into my butt. Her nipples grazed my chest as she moaned in my ear.
Yes, this is it. This is what I have been chasing. The only drug that could satisfy me. Heroin so pure and unfiltered. She was it. Her pussy gripped my cock, and I almost lost it. Fucking hell. She was good. Her lips sought mine, but I drew my face away. She took the hint and kissed my cheek instead.
“Holy shit, Tyler,” she said through sobs.
“I know, right.” I thrust into her mercilessly. “Say it.”
