8
Gabriela
I swam up out of the bedding to catch a breath of fresh air. “This is a disaster.”
Gray brushed my hair off my tear-stained cheeks. “What did they say?”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “My mother is in hysterics, and my father said he’s going to come after you with a shotgun. He doesn’t care who your brother is. He says he’ll get himself a bunch of goombas to give you a pair of concrete boots, and you’ll never touch me again.”
Gray froze in the bed next to me. “Are you serious?”
She didn’t open her eyes. “Of course not. I didn’t tell them the truth. I made up a big story about doing a promotion for a bridal shop downtown and that you were involved and the press jumped to conclusions. But I won’t be able to lie to them forever. They’re bound to find out sooner or later. How could they not, with your brother being the President? Then what am I going to do?”
“Why don’t you tell them the truth?” he asked.
“The truth!” I shrieked. “Are you out of your mind? I couldn’t tell them the truth. I could never look them in the eye and tell them I was down to my last dollar from not being able to get a job, so I married the President’s billionaire brother to pay the bills. They’re Catholic, and that would be prostitution, especially since here I am in bed with you.”
“Don’t tell them that part. Tell them you fell madly in love with me, and the next thing you knew, we were married.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Shut up.”
“I mean it. Tell them we’re married, like we really did get married. Take me home to meet your parents, and I’ll ask your father’s blessing on our marriage, just like a real live couple.”
My eyes popped open. “Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. We have to make this legit, so why not?”
I let out another shaky breath. “I should have known that’s what you meant. You want to play the game. You want to put on a good show.”
“What else would I mean?”
I rolled over on my back so I wouldn’t see him. I scolded myself silently for allowing my emotions for Gray start to take over. I knew I had to keep them in check. I couldn’t forget that this was just a business relationship.
“Nothing. It’s only for a year.”
“That’s right, so let’s take advantage of every minute.”
My head whipped around. There were his beautiful eyes in front of my face. His eyes cast that enchantment over me that got me into bed with him in the first place. He moved in to kiss me, but he didn’t kiss me on the lips. He kissed my forehead. Then he kissed each eyelid still damp with tears. And then he kissed the tears off my cheeks.
One year. That’s what I had. I had to seize every inch of him I could get. I got him. Now I had to keep him. I never thought I could feel this way about a business acquaintance, but since when did sleeping with a hot guy turn into business?
I had to admit to myself this meant a lot more to me than a big pay-out. I feared that this would grow into something I couldn’t control. I wanted him, and not just in my bed. I wanted every bit of him. I wanted those dimples and his hand in mine.
He covered my face with kisses before he found his way back to my mouth. My lips parted to meet him, and the overpowering wine of his kiss swept me off my feet. He prodded my mouth open, and our tongues danced together in wedded bliss. Could I be actually falling for him? Did something happen to us at the courthouse, that I fell into his magnetic presence this way?
His lips and his hands caressed my body under the sheets pulling me from my thoughts. I never got tired of him. His attention filled me with all the energy I needed to greet him again and again. I could go all night, night after night, if only he kept wanting me.
His hands glided up my sides, but he hesitated at my ribs. He lingered there until I mewed and sobbed for his touch. He tickled my sides until I thrust my voluptuous breasts into his hands in tortured craving.
He pretended he didn’t want me. He hung off until I needed him so much I hurled myself at him in craven desire. Only then did he fall on me in fury. He massaged my breasts until I squealed. He hugged me against his granite frame until I slithered all over his clothes.
He flipped over on his back and draped me on top of him. He sank beneath my weight and let my undulating movements course down his body. My legs glided around his knees. My pelvis rocked and seethed over the growing knob in his pants. I rubbed my breasts all over his chest.
Before he could answer my quivering attentions, I launched myself up on my knees. I tore his shirt open with one rip. The buttons snapped loose and laid his chest bare. I descended on him with an open-mouthed snarl. I gobbled down his chest and delivered a smoldering line of love bites down to his navel.
He threw back his hands in surprise, but I was already all over him. I stroked my breasts over his bare skin until I couldn’t stand it. I trailed my taut nipples up and down his abs to excite them to rigid little lumps. I lunged forward and shoved one of them into his mouth.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me. He grabbed two handfuls of my hips, but I already moved my pelvis back and forth over his bulging hard-on. I rippled all up and down my spine from the breast covering his face to the sweet nexus straddling his hips.
His shaft throbbed against his zipper. I heard it crying for me. I ripped my nipple out of his mouth and jumped on his fly with both hands.
I had him open in seconds, and my hand surrounded his aching cock. I bent down and teased him slightly with my tongue.
“Fuck, Gabi,” Gray growled.
I ran my tongue up his shaft and when I reached the head, I parted my lips and took him fully in my mouth. He gasped for every breath. Sucking him felt so good. I sucked him into my throat and let his shaft roll out over my lips. I combed my hair to one side so I could look up at his startled eyes.
Up and down I stroked. I swallowed him deep. Then I withdrew to the limit and locked my suction around his head. I sucked the very life out of him with my ravenous mouth. I wanted to make him explode in my mouth. I wanted to make him cum.
I cupped his nuts in one hand and tugged them down tight. The next minute, I licked his cock along its shaft and took it in my hand. I dove lower to suck his ball sack into my mouth. He cried out loud, but I wasn’t finished with him yet.
I couldn’t let him blow like that. I had too much to do with him first. I rose on my knees above him and extended my body toward the ceiling. He gazed up at me in astonishment.
I threw my leg over his hips. I moved my hips down slowly on top of him. I grabbed the headboard tightly as I started to roll my hips on top of his.