Chapter Twenty-Three
Olivia
“Morning, sleepy.”
I rolled over and opened my eyes. Dec was sitting up, looking down at me as the early morning sun peeked through the curtains of the empty resort room we’d sneaked into last night. It’d been two weeks since we first had sex, and we’d probably screwed each other senseless in every spot we could, including this room on the top floor.
There was some sort of strike going on in the TV industry at the moment, and Wed At First Sight had been put on a short two week hiatus along with many other shows. Because it was going to start filming and airing again soon, the network realized it was cheaper to just keep everyone on the island rather than pay for us all to fly home for two weeks, then fly back again. As such, we were all getting what was essentially a free two week vacation with zero filming/recording and zero expectations.
It was bliss. Sunshine, good food, and lazy fun for everyone. Well, not so lazy for Dec and me, considering our recent antics, but shh….
The best part of it all was that my mom had been gone for most of the strike after choosing to fly back to the network to help negotiate the end of the strike. It meant Dec and I didn’t have to worry about being caught and eviscerated by her for the time being, although we sneaked around anyway just in case any loyal crew members saw us and told her.
Things had been strained between us before, but it was now getting to the point where I didn’t care what she thought of me at all. The way she was using a dying twelve-year-old girl as a bargaining chip in order to keep a trophy husband made me feel sick. I didn’t see why she couldn’t just give the money to Dec’s family for Amelia, seeing as it was my father who screwed them out of most of their businesses when he was alive. Mom was being selfish and horrible, in my opinion, and our relationship was hanging by a thread now.
That thread would snap the minute she realized what Dec and I were up to, but I was past the point of caring. We were going to stay on this show and win the damn thing, whether she liked it or not. She couldn’t have us thrown off without jeopardizing her own position, and she couldn’t void our contracts. In order for the network to recognize us as real contestants (as they had to) we’d had to sign real contestant contracts just like everyone else, so for all intents and purposes we were real contestants.
Honestly, part of me actually couldn’t wait to see Mom’s face when she finally realized that she’d screwed herself over by arranging all of this….and also her face when she realized her suspicions were correct and I was in fact sleeping with ‘her’ fake husband. But not now. We wanted to get as far ahead in the competition as we could without her knowing, because the second she found out, she was bound to start sabotaging us any way she possibly could.
So for now, it had to remain our sexy little secret.
“Morning, handsome,” I murmured, reaching up to stroke Dec’s chest.
“Morning,” he replied. “I just realized something. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long, but you know what?”
“What?”
He winked. “You can tell people you waited till you were married to have sex.”
I giggled and playfully elbowed him. “Oh, shut up.”
He chuckled. “Filming starts again today,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “We’re gonna have to be a lot more careful.”
I frowned and got off the bed, letting the sheets fall off my nakedness. “I thought it was tomorrow.”
Dec got up too, encircling my waist with his arms. “Nope. Today’s Monday. They’re turning all the cameras back on and making us film a luncheon.”
“Shit. I thought it was Sunday.” I yawned. “That means Mom is due back this afternoon.”
“Yep.” He nuzzled my neck. “Anyway, we need to be dressed and downstairs in an hour for filming to start.”
I smiled. “A whole hour? I don’t think it will take us that long to shower and get dressed.”
“Depends what we do in the shower,” he replied with a wink. He smacked my ass, and I arched one brow.
“Dirty old man.”
“Naughty little girl. Go on, get in that shower.”
I giggled and let him chase me into the bathroom. When the water was hot in the shower, I stepped into the large enclosure, Dec trailing behind me. He pushed me up against the tiled wall, and his mouth crashed down on mine, our bodies pressed tightly together, hands roaming over each other’s skin. We got lost in our kiss as the water streamed over us, tongues teasing, lips clashing, fingertips stroking.
To my surprise, Dec suddenly picked me up, still holding my back against the wall as his strong arms supported my weight. My legs straddled his waist, my entrance dangerously close to the tip of his hard cock. He lifted me just an inch higher, and I let out a low moan as he brought me back down on him, filling me up with his hardness.
His hips rocked against mine, and I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails in as he filled my tightness. If I did this with anyone else, I would worry about slipping and falling, but I trusted Dec. I knew he was strong enough to hold me. He’d never let me go, never let me fall.
His lips crashed down hard on mine again, possessing my mouth while his hips rocked back and forth, slamming into me harder and harder while he held me steady. I sighed with pleasure as he filled me again and again, groin bumping up against my clit with each hard movement. Our connection was so intimate, so perfect. I never wanted this to stop. Never wanted to let go.
Dec slowed down, deliberately keeping me away from the edge to tease me.
“Dec,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair with one hand.
He grinned and put me down before spinning me around. Gasping, I pressed my hands up against the cold tiles as Dec made me arch my back. I felt his hands tightly gripping my hips seconds later, and then he was inside me again, fucking me hard from behind, making me cry and whimper with pleasure as he hit the right spot over and over.
One rough hand snaked up to my breasts, pinching my right nipple hard. I clenched in surprise, and Dec let out a growl. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
My mouth dropped open as he moved faster. “Yes, Dec. More. Give me more!”
He gave me what I wanted, driving into me with such brutal force that I almost broke a nail from how hard I was pressed up against the tiles with each powerful thrust behind me. My pussy clenched around his cock again as I came hard, and I whimpered his name. “Dec…yes…oh my god, Dec…”
The sound of his own grunting pleasure was heaven to my ears. All I could focus on was the pleasure ripping through me then, making my whole body go numb with ecstasy. I could barely even feel the scalding hot shower water falling over me.
Dec pumped into me one last time before pulling out and blowing his release all over my back and ass. Then he pulled me back around, hands immediately going to my shoulders as he kissed me, fingers making small circular motions on my skin. I sighed softly with pleasure as I broke the kiss a moment later.
“So much for getting clean in the shower,” I said, smiling devilishly as I washed my sticky back.
“I never said anything about getting clean,” Dec growled, pinching my ass.
I giggled. “True. But we better hurry. Gotta go downstairs pretty soon.”
He nuzzled my neck, making goosebumps spring up all over my arms. “We’ve got time for one more…”
***
“Welcome back to Wed At First Sight!”
Chase smiled at the cameras while the contestants all sat awkwardly at a large lunch table on the bottom floor of the resort, wondering what came next. Mom still wasn’t back yet—her private seaplane was scheduled to land at four o’clock—so two smug-looking senior producers were standing on the side of the room directing everything.
“After a two week break, our remaining eight couples are relaxed and ready for more. So today, we’re going to throw them in the deep end with a bit of an interrogation. A fun interrogation, though. Couples, please look in front of you. Under your plates are envelopes. Open them.”
We all located our envelopes and tore them open. Inside each one was a slip of paper with questions written on it.
“Oh, lordy,” Shayla whispered from the other side of me. “This’ll be interesting.”
Interesting was the correct word for it. The questions were things like, ‘If you could leave your wife for another contestant’s wife, who would you pick?’, ‘In the time that you’ve been on the show, have you ever breached your spouse’s trust?’ and ‘Have you ever fantasized about another contestant’s husband?’
Fighting quickly broke out amongst the more dramatic contestants like Hayley and Yvonne, and Dec and I sat and watched the proceedings with amusement. When the camera panned to us, Dec winked and spoke up. “We don’t need to worry,” he said. “No matter what questions they throw at us, we’re strong enough to not feel insecure in our relationship. We’re stronger than that.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Yvonne and Hayley glared at us from their position at the table and sneered as they heard him speak, obviously realizing how bad they would look to viewers with their petty squabbling over whether or not their fake husbands would sleep with anyone else.
When the lunch was finally over and all was said and done, it was already half past three, and I was exhausted. Two of the male contestants had ended up getting into a fist-fight, which Dec helped break apart, and Hayley had lost yet another hair extension in a screaming catfight with another woman. Honestly, it was tiring to watch, and so predictable too. The producers knew exactly what they doing.
Dec and I headed upstairs to our regular room. “We keep going like that and showing the viewers how strong we are together, we might seriously win this thing,” I commented.
“We are gonna win this thing,” Dec replied, giving my hand a quick squeeze.
I heard hurried footsteps behind us a moment later. “Liv! Declan!”
We turned to see Shayla following us. When she caught up, I raised my brows. “What’s up?” I asked.
She held up a little black computer flash drive, her blue eyes wide. “You’re really gonna want to see what’s on this.”