Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(43)

He sets me down on my feet by the bed and then captures my lips with another passionate kiss. I melt into him.

“I wanted to finish what we started in Cannes, but I can’t wait,” he breathes into my mouth. Planting his lush lips back on mine, he undoes the back zipper of my dress and then slides the spaghetti straps off my arms. Chaz’s creamy chiffon creation puddles at my feet, allowing me to step out of it. I’m left with just my ivory lace undergarments and my heels. Cupping my shoulders, Brandon stares at me reverently and then kisses me everywhere he can.


“Oh, Zoey, you’re so f*cking beautiful and tonight you’re finally all mine. All I want to do is make endless love to you.”

“Oh, Brandon! The same! I’ve missed you so much.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Help me undress.”

On my next heated breath, I undo his bowtie and the buttons of his shirt while he unfastens his lucky cufflinks and puts them securely in a pocket of his tux pants. I smile at the memory of dressing him in his tux on the night of the Golden Globes and broaden the dreamy smile as I stand now before him and help him out of his formal wear. Feverishly, I unclasp his trousers and zip down his fly, freeing his enormous cock. In a few swift moves, he kicks off his shoes, steps out of the pants, and tosses his jacket to the floor. As he unhooks my bra and removes it, I soak in his beautiful body. He’s the epitome of manly perfection with his taut flesh, pronounced muscles, and defined contours. The glow of the fire and candlelight makes him even more sublime. Surreal. A sex god. My god. I run my fingers along his strong jawline just to make sure he’s real. He gropes my breasts in his soft hands and bends to kiss them. A low rumble sounds in his throat as my body responds with a rush of hot tingles. Reality sets in. There’s nothing that stands between the two of us except a veil of love.

“I can’t wait another minute, my beautiful wife.”

My breath hitches. He called me his wife. I have to get used to this new four-letter word. Wife. The word’s beauty resonates in my ears.

Lifting me back in his arms, he sets me down on the massive bed and then crawls onto it. His magnificent cock is erect and ready. His smoldering eyes stay riveted on me and then he bends over, his mouth blazing a trail of kisses from my quivering lips to my inner thighs. My sex is flooding like a river and need pours from my core like a waterfall. I moan from the exquisite pleasure he’s giving me.

“Zoey, listen to me,” he says, sliding off my lace thong and then my shoes.

My senses heightened, I’m all ears. All nerves. All desire.

“You’re completely mine now.”

I have to adjust to the fact that I’m no longer just Brandon Taylor’s assistant. I’m his wife. He’s my husband. My lover. My real life action hero. My prince. My life. The man who said he’d kill for me and he did. I’m overflowing with love for him. I need for him to possess every part of my body.

“Brandon, please make love to me.”

His mouth makes its way back up my legs. He nuzzles my inner thighs.

“I’m going to do a lot of things to you tonight.”

“Like what?” I breathe out, already so aroused.

“Things I need to do,” he whispers against my scorching flesh. “Things I think you want me to do.” He draws in a deep, lustful breath. “Zoey, I want you to submit to me. Let me love all of you the only way I can.”

My beating heart is about to ricochet out of my chest. I so want him to own me. Possess me. Take total control. Haven’t I always been his sub? At his command?

“Brandon, I’m your wife. Own me. Please own me.” My core’s on fire, every cell ignited. I’m begging as sinfully as I can.

His violet eyes are smoldering. “My beautiful wife, by the end of tonight, I will own every inch of you.” He clasps my hand and reverently kisses my amethyst ring. “You are my life. I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”

Speechless, I nod as he continues.

“I’m going to pleasure your body and not stop until I’ve memorized every crevice, every curve, and every sexy imperfection. You’re going to lose count of how many times I make you come.”

I hold my breath in anticipation. While one of his hands stays splayed on my inner thigh, the other slides over my slick mound. At the touch, I flinch. Using all his fingers, he kneads it, his thumb giving extra special attention to my humming clit. Moans that start off soft grow louder with each one that spills from my lips.

“Oh, baby, you’re so f*cking wet for me.” His voice is deep and low and so sexy.

I whimper as he picks up his pace. The rotations come at me harder and faster. My clit ablaze, he’s taking me to the edge. I’m so ready to combust.

And then a new unexpected sensation assaults me. Still grazing my inner thigh, he plunges a long finger into my *. Shoving it in as far as it’ll go. He begins to pump it vigorously while his other hand indulges in my clitoral massage. His finger keeps hitting that mega-sensitive spot, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. The building pressure inside me goes from intense to unbearable as my body prepares for the inevitable.

“I’m going to come!” I scream out.


“Not yet, baby. I’m going to f*ck you into oblivion. The only thing you’ll remember is me coming inside you as I make you come over and over again.”