I shook my head again. “No, that isn’t okay. If my mom gives you any shit, tell me.”
She winked. “I’m a big girl. I can handle my business.”
I chuckled, trying to imagine her as a redneck woman. I’d seen movies and the American television shows that showcased the stereotype. “Can you shoot a gun?” I asked, remembering the differences in our cultures and laws.
“I can, but I don’t go out shooting all the time, and when I do, I don’t wear tiny little shorts and cowboy boots,” she said dryly.
I grinned, picturing the image in my mind. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”
She giggled. “Thanks, but don’t expect to see that anytime soon.”
“Not even once, if I ask really nicely?” I teased.
She shrugged. “I didn’t pack my cowboy boots.”
“Damn.”
“Seriously, stop stressing about tomorrow. We’ll have fun. Tell yourself it’s about the fun, and it will be fun. If you go in there all stressed out and waiting for your mom to say something that pisses you off, you’ll find it stressful. It’s all about the mindset. Think happy thoughts.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Right now, I have some happy thoughts that you can help bring to life.” I waggled my eyebrows.
She got up from her chair and moved toward me. Her hand reached out and ran through my hair, her nails stroking over the skin on the back of my neck. I tilted my head back, looking up at her from where I sat, and felt like the luckiest man in the world. I had her. I had her touch, and I was about to have her body.
“Do your happy thoughts have anything to do with us being naked?” she whispered.
I leaned my face into her hand that had moved to my face. “They do.”
“Hmm, I think like those thoughts, but tonight, I think we need to go inside. We don’t have the privacy, and I’m not interested in showing the world all my lady parts.” She leaned down to drop a kiss on my head.
“I don’t want you to show the world your lady parts. I’d prefer we kept that between us.”
I got to my feet, her hand sliding down my chest. I loved the way she touched me with the slightest bit of hesitation. I knew where to touch her, where to put my lips to steal away all hesitation and turn her into the fierce little wildcat I knew she could be.
She giggled softly. “I’ll happily show you my lady bits.”
“I like looking at those lady bits,” I said, following her into the room.
She stopped walking and turned to face me, pulling off the shirt and showing me she was braless underneath. It took less than two seconds for my dick to grow hard. She cupped her breasts. “These lady bits?” she asked provocatively.
I nodded, my mouth hanging open. “Yes. Those bits. Can I touch?” My voice was husky with desire.
“I’ve shown you mine,” she said. “It’s time for me to see yours.”
I groaned. The woman was going to kill me with ecstasy. I had to admit, it was a hell of a way to go.
Chapter 28
Bella
I giggled as I watched the large man in my hotel room rip off his own clothes as if they were toxic. He stood in the center of the room wearing nothing but his underwear and a raging hard-on, staring at me with eyes that were devouring me bit by bit. I very slowly started to shimmy out of my leggings, inching them down a little at a time, revealing the tiny black thong I was wearing underneath.
“I want you,” he said in a deep voice.
I smiled. “I’m offering me.”
He shook his head. “No, I want all of you. I want to taste you.”
The way he was looking at me, like I was the most exquisite dessert he’d ever seen, nearly made me orgasm right there in front of him. I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Okay,” I breathed.
“Naked,” he said, not moving toward me. “I need you naked.”
I stood just inside the doorway of the single bedroom inside the hotel suite. It wasn’t nearly as fancy as the suites we’d stayed in while we were in Athens, but it was luxurious to me. Without hesitating another second, partly because the look in his eyes told me he might shred my panties if I didn’t get them off in a hurry, I pushed them down my legs. I looked up, waiting for his eyes to meet mine. His were busy roaming over my body, studying every inch.
I rubbed my legs together, feeling a tiny bit self-conscious under such an intense visual inspection. He sprang forward like a tiger lunging at his prey. The look in his eyes was dangerous. A smarter woman would have run, but not me. I opened my arms, ready to be preyed upon.
His mouth slammed against mine, his arms wrapping around me and yanking me against his hard body, skin on hot skin as he tried to eat me alive. He was a fierce, passionate, and unbridled man, starving for carnal pleasure. I was happy to feed him.
I groaned, wrapping one leg high around the back of his knees, pulling him closer to me, rubbing myself against his hardness.
He lifted me up and strolled across the room with me draped against him, his mouth still on mine before he deposited me on the large king-sized bed. He stood over me, my legs bent at the knees and hanging over the bed. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down and his nostrils flaring as he gazed at my nude body splayed out in front of him.
I shuddered. My entire body burst into heat and chills at the same time. I knew something intense was coming. It was a prickling of excitement, fear, and lust rolled up into one crazy feeling. My skin felt tight under his lustful stare.
“Adrian?” I whispered his name, asking for the touch I craved.
“I want to look at you. I want to know everything there is to know about you.”
I reached my arm up, hoping to entice him to come to me. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, shocking the hell out of me when he grabbed my legs and yanked my body forward. I fought the urge to close my legs and scoot away from him. It was so intimate, so daring, and nothing I had ever done before.
“Adrian.” I said his name again.
His eyes met mine as I stared down my flat stomach to where he was positioned between my legs. “Shh, lie back, and let me feast upon you.”
My eyes went wide as I watched him move his mouth toward me. His tongue lapped over my folds, and I gasped, my back arching and my eyes squeezing closed. Hot streaks of ecstasy zipped through my body. He licked again, one of his hands sliding up my thigh and pushing my legs apart. I was completely open, exposed, and vulnerable to him.
The hesitation and fear I had felt seconds ago evaporated, replaced with euphoria. My body was singing as he ran his tongue over the sensitive folds, tickling and teasing and making me feel things I had never experienced before. I felt like a stringed musical instrument that he was plucking with expertise. Every stroke of his tongue created a beautiful melody in my head.
When that same tongue pushed inside me, the melody erupted into a full-blown orchestra. My body went as tight as a bowstring, arching against his mouth and pushing his tongue deeper inside me.
I screamed, the only thing I knew to do to release the tension that spiraled through my body. The orgasm was explosive, sending me into the heavens. Little pinpoints of light burst in front of my closed eyes. I felt numb and overly sensitive at the same time as I slowly drifted down to reality. Adrian was kissing over my belly, taking a path to my breasts, where he lapped and suckled them. I finally managed to open my eyes and looked at him with wonder.
“You good?” he asked.
I moaned. “My god. So much better than good.”
He grinned, lifting me by my arms and sliding me onto the bed. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
An aftershock tore through my body. “I’m not sure I have anything left.”
“You do. Trust me, you do. Roll over.” His voice was firm and commanding.
I now knew to trust the man. Everything he told me to do led to great pleasure. I was his sex slave. Whatever he asked for, I was more than happy to oblige. I was the one who benefited in the end. His big
hand roamed over my shoulders, squeezing and applying pressure before sliding down my back. His hand moved over one ass cheek, then the other, before moving between my legs and spreading them. I felt his knees on the bed on either side of me, the mattress indenting as he crawled over me. He jerked my hips up, my chest still pressed against the mattress.
My heart was pounding. The anticipation of what was to come made me breathless. I fisted the blanket in my hand, waiting for the first touch of him between my legs. I felt his knuckles brushing over my thighs a split second before the bulbous head brushed over my swollen folds. Then, it was gentle pressure pushing inside me. I adjusted my position, arching my back and spreading my knees wider to give him full access to my body.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Oh god, you’re so tight and wet.”
I closed my eyes, sinking into the feeling of him filling me. It was too good. I could already feel my body winding up, wanting more of the ecstasy that only he could give. He stretched me completely, filling my body with his. His hands moved up and down my sides, scraping over flesh that felt raw. He gently pushed me down flat on my stomach, with his heavy body over mine. He reached down and pushed my legs closed.
“Oh god,” I moaned, squeezing his heavy cock inside my body.
He groaned, and his mouth dropped to the back of my neck. His teeth scraped over my flesh before he nibbled and sucked. He didn’t move his lower body. He didn’t need to. Him being inside me, cradled tightly within my sheath, was far more arousing than anything I had ever experienced.
“You feel so good around me,” he whispered. “I have to move. I have to fuck you.”
I gasped. “I want you to fuck me.”
He rose to his knees, his arms supporting his weight as he began a slow glide in and out of my body. His pace was slow and steady, dragging out the pleasure.
“More,” he grunted, pulling me back to my knees, my head still down.
His body rocked against mine. Our flesh slapped together as he moved fast and hard. Our mingled grunts and gasps and the occasional curse word filled the air. He was fierce. I reached behind me, digging my nails into his ass, encouraging him to fuck harder.
“God dammit!” he shouted.
I squeezed again, pushing my body against his and taking him deeper. The eruption of ecstasy took me by surprise. I shouted out with pleasure, my hand dropped to the bed, fisted in the blanket and held on as he moved faster than a jackhammer—until he was the one shouting out his release. His body spasmed violently against mine, pulling groans of what sounded like pain from him as he lost all control.
When he collapsed beside me on the bed, shaking the mattress, I dropped to my stomach again, struggling to catch my breath.
“Good god,” I gasped.
“You’re okay,” he murmured.
“I’m fine. Better than fine. Are you okay?”
He chuckled. “I don’t know yet. I’ll let you know in a couple of minutes. I might be dead.”
I giggled, turning my face to look at him, my head too heavy for me to hold up. “You look alive, maybe a little dead.”
“I feel a little dead, but in a good way.”
I found the strength to put my hand on his chest. I pressed my palm over his strong, beating heart and smiled. “Definitely alive.”
He didn’t say anything for several long minutes. I could practically hear his thoughts and knew he was worried about tomorrow.
“You’re sure you still want to go tomorrow?” he finally asked.
“I’m sure. I’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, but if—”
“Adrian, things will be fine. Why don’t we get some sleep?” I hoped to get him to relax a little.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Yes, will you please?” I asked, not wanting to sleep alone.
The man had spoiled me in Athens. I didn’t want to go back to sleeping alone. I liked being curled next to his big body and feeling the quiet strength that pumped through his veins. I felt so connected to him when we were sleeping, like our souls were resting together.
“I will. Hell, I’m in no position to go anywhere,” he said with a small laugh.
“That’s very good for me.”
I scooted off the bed and reached down to pull him up. We climbed under the covers together and assumed our usual sleeping positions, with my head nestled against his chest, his arm protectively around me. As I laid there thinking about tomorrow and how stressed the man was about it, I started to have some doubts.
He was making a really big deal out of things. I wondered if there was something to be worried about. I had never really met anyone that didn’t like me. I wasn’t entirely sure how I would handle that. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if I were on my home turf, but I was going to be at their mercy.
I had to be careful what I said and did. It was his family. Ultimately, he was my boss. If I did something that offended them, I would probably end up fired and on the first plane back to the United States with a huge black mark on my resume.
Maybe meeting his family wasn’t such a good idea. It was a little late for that now. I had pushed and encouraged him to take me, promising him all would be okay.
I really, really hoped I didn’t shoot myself in the foot with my offer to be his fake girlfriend.
Chapter 29
Adrian
I had gotten up early and gone back to my place to shower and change for the family gathering. I knew my mother said casual, but that meant business casual. I could skip the suit, but I still needed to wear my slacks and a button-up shirt. I just hoped it wasn’t too hot.
By the time I made it back to the hotel, Bella was ready to go. She met me in the lobby of the hotel to save time.
“You look stunning,” I said, walking across the large lobby and directly into her waiting arms.
She was wearing a pretty pink and white summer dress with wedge sandals. It was feminine and pretty, just like her. She’d pulled her hair back in a low ponytail, showcasing her beautiful neck that I loved to feast on.
“Thank you. I hope it’s enough. I don’t want to be underdressed, but I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”
I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. “It’s perfect.”
“I’m the one who’s nervous now,” she griped.
“We can’t both be nervous at the same time,” I told her, taking her hand and walking through the hotel lobby.
I noticed the people looking. I knew they were looking at her and thinking I was a lucky man to have her on my arm, or my hand rather. I was lucky. I was proud to go anywhere with her, and I hoped my mother approved—even if it wasn’t the real deal.
With her tucked into the front seat of my Mercedes, I got behind the wheel, took a deep breath, and put the car in drive. No matter how things went with my family, I knew it would be something I remembered for a long time. If they loved her, they would never let me live it down when we broke up. They wouldn’t know it was fake. If they hated her, they were going to constantly remind me of the girl I brought home that one time.
“Hey, it’s not your turn yet,” Bella said with a smile, stretching her hand out to rest it on my leg.
“My turn?” I asked, glancing her way before putting my eyes back on the road.
“To stress,” she said. “I’m still stressing about how your family is going to accept me. It’s still my turn.”
I chuckled. “I see. Let me know when it’s my turn. We could just turn around and head in the opposite direction. I’ll call and tell her something came up.”
“We can’t do that. I’ve got you, and you’ve got me, right?”
I looked at her and realized we were a team. No matter what our relationship status was, I knew she would have my back. “Right.”
I was shocked, irritated, and overwhelmed all at the same time when I pulled my car into the driveway of my parents’ home. It looked like her get together was a full-blown family reuni
on. I looked over at Bella, who was eyeing the many cars parked in the driveway and up and down the street.
“This is your family?” she asked.
“My extended family, I’m guessing,” I complained.
I shook my head, turning off the car. This was not what I had expected. My family was loud and boisterous on their own. Add in the cousins, uncles, and aunts to the mix, and it was sure to be a recipe for disaster.
“It will be fine,” Bella said, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or reassuring herself.
I reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a good squeeze before I got out of the car. I opened the passenger door for her, and with her hand in mine, we walked to the front door. My mother answered the door. I cringed the moment I saw her face. I could already see the disapproval, and she hadn’t even met Bella.
“Adrian, I’m so glad you could make it,” my mother said before turning to look at Bella.
She turned her nose up at Bella, and it wasn’t just because Bella was several inches taller than her. I sighed, knowing we were not getting off to a great start. My mom was determined to hate any woman I chose. She was convinced every woman was after my money and didn’t care about me—the man. In my mother’s eyes, there would never be a woman good enough for me, unless she handpicked the woman.
“Thanks for the invitation. I didn’t realize you were inviting the whole family,” I said dryly.
She shrugged a shoulder. “We thought it would be nice to get everyone together.”
“I see. Mom, this is Bella. Bella, this is my mom, Helen.”
My mother gave Bella a cursory look. “You can call me Mrs. Gabris,” she said in a haughty tone.
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