Chapter 13
Honey
“So,” Beth said, smirking at me when I shut the door. “All is well?”
I ignored her. “I need to put these in some water,” I said, dipping my face to the peonies and inhaling deeply. “They’re beautiful.”
“They are,” Beth agreed. “Did he apologize?”
“Yeah,” I said. I sighed. “We’re going out tomorrow night.”
Beth smirked. “And the deal?”
I couldn’t help but break into a wide grin. “Still on,” I said. “Definitely still on.”
The next day, I couldn’t get through work without smiling. Even when Nate asked me to stay late and send out three hundred mailers to our clients, I couldn’t be upset. As soon as I was done with work, I rushed home and took a quick shower before putting on my favorite dress – a black silk sheath that clung to my curvy frame. After adding a touch of lipstick and black heels that made me look even taller, I felt pretty good.
Peter picked me up at eight-thirty, and we went straight to a sushi place in Manhattan.
“I’ve always wanted to try this place,” I said, marveling at the mosaic interior. “It’s beautiful.”
Peter took my hand and laughed. When he squeezed my fingers, I felt a warm rush come over my body.
“You’re beautiful,” Peter said. He leaned close and kissed me on the neck.
I sighed happily. Something about being with Peter made me feel so good. I could never put my finger on it, but I just felt…content.
After we were shown to our table, Peter ordered a bottle of sake and a variety of rolls and nigiri for us to split. I could hardly contain myself as the protein buzzed through my body, making me feel sexy and strangely powerful.
“I’m glad you gave me another chance,” Peter said softly. He took my hand in his and stroked his thumb along the back of my fingers. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. As I looked in his ocean-blue eyes, I knew that I’d never been able to stay away from him.
The only thing I was worried about was falling in too deep.
“So,” I said casually, sipping my sake. “How was work?”
Peter laughed. “The same as always,” he said, rolling his eyes. He leaned in close, and I saw there was a devilish glint in his eye. “But we something more exciting to talk about, don’t we?”
I frowned. “What?”
Peter snickered. “The wedding,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me. “Right?”
I flushed. “What, you can’t mean us,” I replied, taking another drink of my sake. The rice wine was different, but I had to admit that I liked it. It was both sweet and almost savory at the same time.
“I do,” Peter said, raising an eyebrow. “You should get a dress.”
I blinked and glanced down before smirking. “I have a dress,” I said. “This one.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “No,” he said. “A white dress.”
I flushed. “It seems weird,” I said. “For a fake wedding.”
“This isn’t a fake wedding,” Peter said. He reached across the table and held my hand. “Remember? The contract?”
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t blush any harder.
“Maybe,” I said after a long pause. “Maybe I can go shopping next week, take Beth, you know.”
Peter nodded. “Good.”
Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to me. “You’re not going to invite anyone, are you? Like…”
“My father?” Peter laughed and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Definitely not.”
“Don’t we need a witness?”
Peter shook his head. “No,” he said. “I had Marty look into it. We’re good to go.”
I flushed. “What about an appointment? A marriage license?”
Peter shook his head. “Already taken care of.” He flashed me a big grin.
I couldn’t help but smile. Even though I knew that this was a sham – that we were a sham – I couldn’t help but feel just the tiniest bit excited.
“You’re the best,” I said.
Peter gave me a strange look. “What makes you say that?”
I looked down at my hands in my lap – I didn’t want to give away how much I liked him – and shrugged.
“I have a good time with you,” I said lamely. I glanced down at the glimmering diamond around my neck. “And I love this. It’s beautiful.”
“You are,” Peter said. The way he said the words sent a shiver down my spine. When I met his eyes again, I realized he was giving me a smoldering look.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked quietly.
Peter grinned. “You have any ideas?”
“Is your driver around?”
Peter nodded. “I can have him meet us outside in ten minutes.”
I grinned. “Good,” I said. I pushed my plate of mostly-untouched sashimi to the center of the table. “I don’t think I can eat anymore.”
Peter called his driver, paid the bill, and escorted me outside with my hand resting on his arm. Just being close to him like this was enough to drive me wild. I could hardly wait to be alone with him in the back of his limo.
When Renaldo pulled up, I pulled Peter into the backseat before Renaldo could even stop the car. Before we hit the leather seats, I wrapped my arms around Peter’s neck and pressed my mouth to his. Peter groaned in excitement. He pressed his muscular body to mine, and I moaned softly as I felt the bulge at the fork of his trousers pressing against my thigh.
“God, Honey,” Peter panted in my ear. “I can’t wait. I want you so much.”
I flushed hotly as I slipped my tongue into his mouth and caressed his tongue with my own. Peter groaned loudly. He flipped me down to the cool leather seat and climbed on top of me, shoving a lean thigh between my legs and rubbing it against my crotch until I thought I would explode with desire.
As our kisses grew more intense, Peter reached between our bodies and pulled my dress up to my waist. A heavy smell filled the limo, and I blushed hotly when I recognized it as my own musk. I wanted Peter, more than I’d ever wanted anyone. It had never been like this. Not with my college boyfriend, not with the occasional guys I’d dated here and there.
I’d never felt this intense lust, this desire that made me want to lie back and open myself completely for Peter to take. I wanted to give myself to him, I wanted him to know that I was his and his alone.
“God,” Peter grunted in my ear. His fingers were tracing maddening patterns on the soaked crotch of my panties, and I moaned softly, shifting and arching my back to allow Peter greater access to my body. But he continued teasing me, rubbing my clit with his thumb through the damp fabric.
“Peter,” I moaned, closing my eyes and reaching for his broad shoulders. I pulled him on top of me and kissed him deeply, sucking his lower lip and nipping at his delicate skin with my teeth. There was a fine layer of blonde scruff on his chin and jaw, and I nuzzled at Peter’s neck and chest. I reached between our bodies and unfastened the buttons on his shirt, easing the cotton away from his muscular, sculpted torso.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, running my hand between his pectoral muscles and down the tanned skin.
Peter smirked. “You are,” he said. He grabbed my hands and hauled me into a sitting position before pulling my dress over my head and tossing it to the floor. Now that I was clad only in an emerald silk bra and panties, I felt delicious exposed. Peter reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it to the ground of the limo as he dipped his head to my breasts. My nipples were so stiff that they almost ached, and when Peter wrapped his lips around the stiff peaks and began to suck, a heavenly sensation raced through my body. I closed my eyes as Peter gently nibbled and licked at the erect skin until I was straining and moaning and tangling a hand in his blonde hair. It felt so good that I felt like I was going to explode.
Peter groaned. He thrust his pelvis against mine, grinding his hard cock into my panties. Through the fabric of his trousers, I could feel that he was bulging. I reached down and stroked his hard manhood through his slacks, cupping my hand around his balls and fondling until Peter groaned with intense pleasure. I kept rubbing and rubbing until he drew back, fumbling with his belt and shoving his trousers down his narrow hips.
Peter’s cock made his boxers stick straight out in the air. I locked my eyes with his as I reached for the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down his thighs. His cock bobbed free, and I salivated at the sight of it. He was beautiful naked – like a Greek god or a statue.
“I want you,” I whispered.
Peter gave me a wicked grin. He reached for my panties and tugged them down my hips, tossing them to the side over his shoulder. He leaned between my legs and inhaled my fragrance, breathing in until I blushed. It was so racy, so private – I’d never had anyone bask in my scent before.
“I want to fuck you, Honey,” Peter growled. Now fully naked, he crawled between my hips and steadied himself with a hand on my hip. I moaned as I felt the head of his erect cock pressing at me. Spreading my legs as far as I could, I arched my back and leaned my head on the leather bench as Peter’s cock slid slowly inside of me. Peter buried himself to the hilt. He put both of his hands on my hips and held me firmly. It felt so good, but I wanted more. I moaned and wriggling, pushing my hips against Peter’s until my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. Pleasure exploded between my legs, and I yelped with ecstasy as Peter began sliding in and out of my body.
Feeling him fill me felt better than anything else I could imagine. Peter rocked and moved in a smooth rhythm, filling me more deeply with each stroke. Soon, he was bent over me, holding my hands over my head and pressing his lips to mine as his cock filled me. Each time my clit brushed against his rock-hard abs, I knew I was closer than ever before to reaching my peak.
When I came, it felt heavenly. Fireworks of pleasure exploded in my body, and I moaned and shook and quivered, turning myself over to Peter with every passing second. It felt so amazing that I could hardly remember to breathe. My own orgasm seemed to set Peter off, and soon he was bucking and gasping and thrusting deeper than ever.
“God,” Peter grunted, burying his face in my neck. “Honey, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you.”
He collapsed against me, and I wrapped my arms around his sweaty back, holding him close. I knew I shouldn’t say it, but the words were on the tip of my tongue.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered.
Peter didn’t reply.
I frowned and tried to sit up, brushing my sweaty hair away from my forehead.
“Well?” I asked softly. “Don’t you have anything to say to that?”
Peter sat up and sighed. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and gave me a long, intent look.
“Honey,” Peter said, reaching for my hand and holding it. “You know what this is. You know what kind of arrangement we have, don’t you?”
I nodded. I knew he was right.
But I also knew something even worse.
I was falling in love with Peter Anastas.
And soon, I didn’t think anything would be powerful enough to stop me.