Page 62 of The Marriage Bid
He chuckled. “You’ve forgotten the lies you told Massimo, huh? Well, he hasn’t, and last week he sent me an invitation, and last night, he sent me a text reminding me to make sure to bring you.”
“Fuck.” I had forgotten all about Massimo and the hunt. I thought the invitation wasn’t concrete.
“I hope you’ve been practicing?”
“Shooting? No, I haven’t. Ugh.” I dropped my head back. I hated hunting. My father used to love it and would take me on hunts with him until he realized I was miserable the entire time.After that, he resented that I didn’t take part in the sport with him. He would always make me feel bad anytime I refused. I faced him again. “Do I have to?”
“Not necessarily, but you have to be there. Who knows? Maybe Massimo is old-fashioned and won’t want the women to shoot.”
He might be, but the little that I knew of the man told me he would gladly give me a gun just so he could see how good of a shot I am. He had struck me as traditional, and I had played to those stereotypes so he would not leave Tyler’s company. Now I am not so sure it was such a good idea.
I went back to my bedroom, took a quick shower, chose the best hunting outfit I could find, and then came back into the living room to see Tyler holding a rectangular box in his hand. He waved it in the air and then popped it open.
“I thought you might like this.”
Curious, I took a step closer and gasped when I recognized it. “Is that?”
“A Celeste tennis bracelet? Yes. The same one you tried on when we were in Florence.”
“How did you?” My hand hovered above the jewelry.
“I bought it after we left the store.” He took out the bracelet and threw the case on the couch, then he clasped it on my wrist. My eyes watered. Damn. They had to stop doing that every time he bought me a gift.
I twisted the bracelet in awe of how the diamonds caught the light in my apartment. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I wanted to.” He thrust his hands into his pockets. “I’ve never seen someone want something so much as you did that day.”
I shook my head. “This is too much. I can’t take it.”
“Okay. What if I say it’s to congratulate you for a job well done at the hotel? Would that make you feel less crass?”
“Do you give every interior decorator you work with a rare bracelet?”
He smirked. “Only the sexy former models one.”
I rolled my eyes as I examined the bracelet. “Still it’s—”
“It’s a gift. That I would love to see on your beautiful wrist.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on his cheek. Just as I was about to retreat, he held out his hands and circled them around my waist, drawing me in for a deeper kiss. Fireworks shot up from my mouth to my core as he pressed me hard against his erection. Even through the layers of clothing we both had, I could sense how hard he was.
“Fuck. I want you.” He took a few steps forward, pressing me back until I felt a couch behind me. I sank onto it. He quickly came onto me and pushed me down onto the couch until half of my body was lying on the couch. He covered me with his, nudging my thighs apart.
“Tyler…”
He deepened his kiss, dragging his tongue along my lips, making me moan, and then plunging into my mouth, our tongues mashing together. His hands strayed from my back to my front. I felt my top loosen as he unbuttoned it. At the last moment, I pushed back.
“We’re going to be late,” I said against his lips.
“I don’t care,” he said, and his lips fell on me again.
He made quick work of my clothes. He didn’t remove everything, but only my pants and underwear, while he unzipped his pants, dropping them down to his knees. His hands went to my center. He smirked. “You’re gushing.” And licked his fingers before thrusting deep inside me. His strokes were fast, and I held onto him as he drove me into the couch. Suddenly, he turned me around, draped me over the arm of the chair so that my butt was up in the air, and my clit was in direct contact with the velvet fabric of the couch. Then, he thrust back intomy pussy from behind. I screamed as my clit rubbed against the velvet while he rocked me against the couch. Thrusting hard and deep, then dragging himself out slowly, increasing the pace, inch by inch until he was driving into me so fast I was afraid I would topple over if he wasn’t holding onto my waist. His other hand caressed my butt cheeks. The sensations were too much for me. I was sure I was blacking out when the orgasm came crashing.
Tyler pulled out of me and turned me around again so I was facing him. He was on his knees as he pushed my base layer and jacket up, exposing my stomach and milking his cock. Thick ropes of cum burst out, drawing lines on my belly. Tyler rubbed the cum across my stomach. He didn’t say it, but he had said it so many times I could hear the silent declaration.Mine.
“We’re going to be really late if I have to wash it off,” I said in a breathless voice.
“Don’t you dare wash it off. I am marking you. I want Massimo and his friends to smell me on you and know you’re mine.”
