Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I can get used to this.
"Beautiful view," she says, leaning against the railing.
"Not the one I'm looking at." I move behind her, hands slipping inside her robe to cup her breasts. "No one can see us here. Walls on both sides, sixty-five floors up."
She lets her head fall back against my shoulder as I tease her nipples to stiff peaks. "What are you suggesting, Clay?"
In answer, I untie her robe, pushing it off her shoulders. The night air raises goosebumps across her naked skin. "Hands on the railing, baby."
Her breath catches, but she complies, bending slightly at the waist, hands gripping the metal bar. The position puts her perfect ass on display, and I drop to my knees behind her, spreading her thighs.
"Sebastian, what are you … Oh God."
My tongue finds her slit. I devour her pussy, sucking her folds and slipping my tongue inside her, hands holding her hips steady.
When her legs start trembling, I stand, shedding my own robe. My cock is hard to the point of pain but ready for round two. I line myself up, pushing into her with one deep thrust.
"Oh God!" she cries out, the sound echoing across the night air.
I clamp a hand over her mouth. "Quiet, baby. Unless you want me to stop?"
She shakes her head frantically, pushing back against me. I remove my hand, replacing it with two fingers that slip into her mouth. She sucks them eagerly, muffling her moans as I pound into her from behind.
The sight of her bent over the railing, taking me so perfectly, almost makes me come, but I fight it and slow my pace, grinding deep. "First time you've listened to me all night."
She bites my finger in retaliation, making me laugh. The laugh turns to a groan when she clenches deliberately around me.
"Playing dirty, baby? Two can play that game."
I reach around to stroke her clit in tight circles, timing it with each thrust. Her inner walls grip me tighter, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Sebastian, I'm going to—"
"Come for me. Let me feel you."
She convulses around me, biting down on her lip to keep from screaming. The rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm triggers my own, and I empty myself inside her with a guttural groan, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.
Marks that would take days to fade.
We collapse against the railing, sweat cooling on our skin despite the warm night air. I wrap my arms around her waist, keeping her steady.
"You trying to kill me?" she asks, voice breathless.
I press a kiss to her shoulder. "Just marking my territory. You know how possessive I can be, baby."
I wake up earlier than Mad and spend the better part of an hour just watching her sleep. For the first time since waking, I haven't checked my phone for messages or media coverage of our wedding. Don't care what anyone's saying. I just married the woman I've been obsessing over, and the woman I just fucked senseless.
Nothing else is more important.
This woman, who showed up to save my career with a contract and conditions. This woman, who thought we'd just get divorced when the year was up.
I trace a finger along her arm, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. Her breathing changes, but her eyes stay closed, feigning sleep. The corner of her mouth twitches with a suppressed smile.
Twenty-four hours ago, I thought this marriage was just a power play to save my endorsements. Now I'm looking at the championship trophy I didn't know I was competing for.
Fuck the contract. Fuck the divorce clause. Fuck the one-year timeline.
I've spent my career reading the ice, anticipating where the puck will be. And I know with absolute certainty that this isn't temporary. This isn't going away when the scandal does.
She's mine now. Forever.
And something tells me she's starting to realize it too.
4
MADDISON
Iwake to the sensation of fingers tracing patterns on my bare shoulder. The touch is feather-light, and I keep my eyes closed, savoring it. Sebastian thinks I'm still asleep. I can feel his gaze on me.
It's both thrilling and terrifying.
Last night replays in my mind: the ceremony, the reception, the elevator, the balcony...
Christ, the balcony. My cheeks burn. I've never done anything so reckless in my life. So public. So uninhibited.
I finally open my eyes to find Sebastian watching me with a softness I've never seen before.
"Morning, Mrs. Clay."
Right. We're married. Actually married. Not just a PR stunt anymore, not after what we did last night. Three times. No fake couple would ever do those things.
"Morning," I rasp, voice still rough from sleep. And screaming his name. God, I don't know who that woman was from last night. "What time is it?"
"Just after nine." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "No rush."
His thumb grazes my lower lip and my body instantly responds, a pulse of heat between my thighs. One touch. That's all it takes.