Intoxicated (Billionaire Bachelors Club #3.5)(17)
Our kiss is wild, frantic. Our tongues tangling as he works my bottoms off. I help him out, contorting my body in all sorts of awkward positions before I finally fling the skimpy fabric onto the deck. I love that we can make love so freely outside without worrying that others can see us. The suite offers us plenty of privacy, and Gage and I indulge outside every chance we can get.
“You need to get naked,” I whisper once he breaks away from me to scatter damp kisses along my neck.
“Help me out, wife,” he says, his voice rough with want.
I comply, standing so I can tug his swim trunks off and tossing them close to where my bottoms lay. I sprawl out onto the lounger once more, lying between his legs, my lips right at his cock. Slowly I draw him deep between my lips, my gaze never leaving his as he watches me suck and lick him. His lids grow heavy and he reaches out, his fingers cradling my cheek.
I could do this for hours. I get off getting him off, I swear. Never before have I received so much pleasure when I’m giving it to someone else. Only for Gage.
He’s my everything.
My everything is also incredibly impatient. He pushes me off him within minutes, growling about coming too fast, before hauling me into his arms as if I don’t weigh a thing. I’m back in the same position I was originally, only this time there’s no clothing separating us. I can feel him, thick and insistent, brushing against me and I shift my lower body, reaching down so I can grab hold of him by the base and guide him inside me.
“Hold on,” he says, stopping me. “You touch me, and I’m afraid I’ll go off like a rocket.”
I lean back so I can look him in the eyes. He’s dead serious. “Really?”
“Really,” he says firmly as he wraps his fingers around his c**k and brushes the head against my damp folds. I stifle a groan by biting my lips, and he stops the movement, depriving me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper and he presses his fingers against my mouth.
“Don’t hold back then,” he says just before he resumes stroking me with his cock. Driving me crazy.
A moan falls from my lips and finally he adjusts, so I can lower myself onto him. Slowly I take him inside, until he’s filling me completely, every inch of him inside of my body. Thick and pulsing, I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, my hands buried in his hair as I clutch him close.
He feels so unbelievably good. I’m afraid to move for fear my body will start convulsing, and I’ll come too before we’ve even started.
“You’re so damn beautiful with the sun shining on your skin,” he says as he leans back against the cushions to watch me. I start to move at a languid pace, as if we have all the time in the world. My br**sts sway with my every movement and he reaches out, circling his thumb around one nipple, then the other.
Gage lets me have my way with him like he’s my plaything. Up and down, slow. Slower. Then I increase my pace, going fast. Faster. Until I’m practically bouncing in his lap, riding his c**k as I strive toward my orgasm that hovers so close yet is still out of reach.
“So . . . close . . .” I say as I move faster, leaning forward to get that friction I so desperately want that will help me come.
Gage reaches between us, his fingers settling on my clit as he deftly circles it again and again. “Like that, baby?”
I toss my head back as his fingers stroke me, his mouth on my skin, my br**sts. The first waves of my orgasm threaten to wash over me. A whimper escapes and then I’m coming, my entire body trembling around Gage’s as he lifts his hips and thrusts deep inside. He shouts as he erupts, my name falling from his lips as he holds me so close I almost can’t breathe.
“I love you,” I whisper into his hair as he slowly relaxes his hold on me. “I can’t believe our honeymoon is almost over.”
“Baby.” He slips his fingers into my hair and tugs, forcing me to look at him. I stare into his eyes and can’t help but smile in response to the grin that’s on his handsome face. I press my forehead to his. “It’s only just begun.”
Chapter Seven
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Matt
Two weeks since Gage and Marina’s wedding
“HEY.”
I’m glancing at my phone but the sound of Bryn’s voice makes me stop short. My eyes widen in surprise when I find her in my office¸ sitting behind my desk in full-on assistant mode.
Not that I think of her as my assistant anymore. No way. She’s my business partner and she knows it. She has her own office and manages the administrative assistant plus organizes the winery’s social events.
But at this very moment, having her back in my office, looking like she does, it’s taking me right back to when she worked under me. How bad I wanted to keep her under me . . . but not to work. Oh, no.
More like keep her under me in bed. Naked.
I let my gaze wander all over her, drinking her in slowly. She’s got her hair pulled back into a long braid, wispy dark strands frame her face, reminding me of the way she wore her hair the first time I saw her after the famous Ivy-and-Marina makeover. She’s wearing a sleeveless black dress that emphasizes the lush curve of her br**sts and leaves her long slender arms exposed, a delicate silver bracelet around her wrist.
She looks . . . stunning.
“What are you doing sitting behind my desk, Miss James?” I shut the door behind me and turn the lock, ensuring no one will bust in on us. I can’t remember the last time we fooled around at work, especially once we moved in together and it was no longer really necessary.