Bought for Marriage (Bought by the Billionaire Book 1)

by Fiona Davenport

  “Yes, of course.”

  I was fighting a growing urge to see what her lips tasted like and decided to use this opportunity to give in to temptation. Standing, I quickly pulled her to her feet, tugging her against my chest. “Show me,” I whispered, then held her gaze for a beat to be sure there was agreement there before crashing my lips down onto hers.

  Her hands flew to my shoulders, but she didn’t pull away. The moment my tongue traced along her seam, she moaned and opened to allow me access. Fuck. My tongue swept inside, tangling with hers. She tasted like peppermint and spice, a combination I had a feeling could become very addicting.

  My hands had been at the small of her back, holding her close, but they slowly descended until I was grasping her firm ass. She felt fucking amazing in my arms, and it was clear that we were going to be explosive once I got her underneath me.

  I unsealed our mouths to trail kisses along her jaw and over to her ear, where I nibbled on the lobe. “There won’t be anyone else, Kinsley,” I purred. “I will own this body, is that clear?”

  “Y-yes,” she panted as her head dropped back to give me better access. Then she stiffened, and her neck and back snapped straight, almost causing us to bang our heads together. “No one else for you, either,” she snapped.

  There was the fire I’d seen lurking earlier. If I didn’t back off now, I was going to throw her on the conference table and fuck her hard and fast.

  “Agreed.” With one last squeeze of her perfect ass, I stepped away and took several deep breaths to help me calm down. “I think we have a deal, Ms. Taylor.”

  She smoothed out some invisible wrinkles on her dress and patted at her hair while looking everywhere but at me. When our eyes finally met once more, I couldn’t help grinning at how flushed and dazed she appeared. It was hot as hell to know she was as affected by me as I was by her.

  “I’ll have Julia draw up the paperwork and be in touch about the wedding details.” I wanted to kiss her one more time, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself, so I pivoted on my heel and headed for the door.

  “Wait,” Kinsley called, causing me to stop and turn around. “Did Julia tell you my requirement?”

  I raised a brow in question, silently conveying that I wasn’t aware of any such thing.

  “I’ll need access to at least three hundred thousand dollars as soon as we’ve signed the contract.”

  A tiny part of the fire inside me sparked and blew out. I knew that she was more than likely going into this for the money, and while she wouldn’t have carte blanche access to my funds, she would always be very comfortable. But I was a little surprised and disappointed that she was demanding an initial lump sum. I brushed it off quickly. I knew going in what this marriage entailed and I’d accepted that my money was the driving factor, so I needed to stop acting like a pussy and get over her request.

  “Of course. I’ll have Julia put you in touch with my assistant, and he’ll arrange to have the funds transferred wherever you would like.” I turned to leave once again, but threw a comment over my shoulder. “Or he can just set you up with credit accounts at the stores you wish to shop at. There will also be an ironclad prenup.”

  I walked straight to Julia’s office and strode inside the open door, as she appeared to be waiting for me.

  “Kinsley will do,” I told her brusquely.

  Julia smiled and nodded, her face once again a polite, unreadable mask. I had expected at least some smug satisfaction, but she remained professional and got right down to business.

  We hammered out the details of the contract, and she promised to have a final copy sent to my lawyers by the next day.

  “I have a huge international deal that I’m brokering and I’ll need to be out of the country for several weeks to finalize the details. I’m leaving in two weeks, so I’d like to get the wedding over with before then,” I informed her. “I’ll take Kinsley with me, and it can be a ‘honeymoon’ of sorts.” I wouldn’t have much time for her, but she’d be able to do all the touristy things and shop, while I would have a warm, willing body in my bed at night. There were also a few functions I’d be forced to attend, and I had a feeling her charm would only help the deal along as we mingled with current and potential clients.

  A few more minutes of discussion ensued, then I was ready to take my leave. We shook hands and I thanked her before making my way out.

  I’d brought a car this time, and as I slid into the back, I drew my phone from the pocket of my suit jacket. I hesitated before pressing my mother’s office number, but figured it was as good a time as any to get this over with.

  “Sullivan, darling!” she exclaimed when she picked up. “How was your day?” She sounded eager, and I wondered if she’d been waiting by the phone for my call. She’d pestered me to no end until I’d given her details of my first meeting with Julia. Her triumphant look when I told her I’d decided to give it a shot almost had me calling the whole thing off. It seemed like a dangerous precedent to set, letting her interfere with my life in such a drastic manner. But honestly, it wasn’t like anything would stop her anyway.

  “I’m getting married,” I blurted without preamble. No use beating around the bush.

  “You’re what?” Her voice was filled with shock.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted, Mother? For me to settle down?”

  “Well, yes, but didn’t you just meet the matches today?”

  “Yep. And I found the woman I’m going to marry.”

  “I…well, that’s wonderful, darling. I guess you’ll have time to truly get to know each other before you actually tie the knot.” She seemed to be satisfied with her own conclusion, and I almost hated to burst her bubble. I wasn’t all that happy that I was going to be permanently deceiving my parents, either, but ignorance was bliss, right?

  “Actually, we’re going to get married before I have to leave for Australia in a couple of weeks. I’ll make sure you have all the details as soon as they’re set. It was a great idea, Mother. Thanks!”

  I hung up before she could say anything else. This wasn’t going to avoid the third-degree inquisition I’d be receiving later, but it at least put it off for a while so I could prepare my lie.

  Chapter Four

  KINSLEY

  In a few minutes, I was going to walk down the aisle to a man I didn’t know and take him as my husband. My gown was couture and fit like it had been designed for me, even though we’d planned the wedding in only two weeks. My hair was perfectly styled, and my makeup was so expertly done that it could have been airbrushed into a magazine spread. Money truly did make the world go round, and I was marrying into plenty of it.

  My reflection in the full-length mirror started to gray around the edges as my heart began to race. I took several gasping breaths, desperate to get much-needed oxygen into my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help. Nothing did, until I felt strong arms wrap around me and a warm body press against my back.

  “Relax, Kinsley. I’ve got you.”

  Feeling vulnerable in front of my soon-to-be husband—the man to whom I’d barely spoken during all of the wedding planning, since he’d had me work with his assistant on the majority of the details because he was supposedly too busy with a deal to be bothered—was enough to snap me out of my near freak-out. “I’m okay. It’s all good.”

  He turned me in his arms and scanned my face with a concerned gleam in his hazel eyes. “Are you sure? My mom thought you looked like you were going to pass out. It’s the only reason she let me break one of the cardinal rules, since the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding.”

  “I’m okay,” I repeated, in an effort to reassure myself right along with him. “I haven’t eaten much of anything today between getting ready and a tiny case of pre-wedding jitters. You don’t need to worry. I’m not going to leave you standing at the altar. We made a deal, and I’m going to stick to it.”

  His brow wrinkled, and I had the insane urge to smooth it with my fingert
ips. “I didn’t come in here because I thought you’d back out of the wedding.” His gaze swept across the empty room before zeroing back in on my face. “I was worried. My mom also mentioned that you didn’t have any family with you. There’s nobody to walk you down the aisle?”

  “No. My parents passed away in a car accident a couple of years ago.” I gulped down the lump in my throat I always got whenever I thought about them. “And it wasn’t possible for my brother to attend on such short notice.” Not when I hadn’t told him about the wedding yet. I was waiting until after the surgery Sullivan’s money was going to make possible.

  “When I pushed for today to happen so quickly, I didn’t—”

  This time, I didn’t resist the impulse to touch him and pressed my index finger against his lips. “I meant it when I said I’m okay, Sullivan. When I agreed to the date for our wedding, I knew my brother wouldn’t be here.”

  He nipped my finger, and I dropped my hand like he’d burned it—an apt comparison, since the graze of his teeth against my skin set my body on fire. Then he bent his elbow and tugged my arm through it, resting my hand in the crook. “Let’s break another tradition.”

  “What’re you doing?” I asked in a panic, unsure of how to deal with the sensitive side of a man who’d insisted that our relationship wasn’t going to be the least bit emotional. “You’re supposed to be out there waiting for me with everyone else.”

  He responded by kissing me, his mouth crashing hard against mine. When my lips parted, his tongue pushed inside. He cupped my face with his palms and utterly destroyed me with his kiss, leaving me trembling with need by the time we jumped apart after his mom cried out, “I should have known better than to let you in here!”

  My cheeks heated as she pried us apart and wagged her finger at her son. “No kissing until the end of the ceremony.”

  “Sorry, Mom. Kinsley looks so beautiful in her wedding dress, I couldn’t resist.”

  I took that as my cue to play the blushing bride for his mom, tilting my face up toward his and giving him what I hoped was an adoring look. “I don’t think I’ll ever have it in me to refuse one of his kisses.”

  “Aww, young love,” she cooed, dabbing at the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief. “I was a little worried when Sullivan told me the wedding was going to happen so quickly, but I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see how adorable you are together. The two of you remind me of Malcolm and myself when we first met and married.”

  If she only knew exactly how wrong she was, she’d be devastated. But it was my job to make sure that never happened, so I pasted a smile on my face and nodded. “Hopefully we’ll be as happy together as you and your husband have been.”

  “I’m sure you will, dear.” She gave my hand a squeeze and then patted Sullivan’s arm right above it. “But first we have to get the two of you married. Come along now, Sullivan. Head in there and wait for your bride.”

  “I’m going to walk Kinsley down the aisle, Mom.” My groom’s voice brooked no argument, but she didn’t seem to mind as her eyes teared up again.

  “Okay, honey,” she agreed, turning on her heel to lead us to the ballroom where the ceremony was being held.

  As we followed behind her, Sullivan leaned forward until his lips brushed against my ear. “By the end of the night, you’ll be my wife, and there won’t be anyone around to stop me from doing exactly what I would have done if we hadn’t been interrupted: hike up the skirt of your dress and finally get a taste of your hot, little pussy. It would have been nice to exchange our vows with your flavor in my mouth. I’ll just have to go to sleep with it instead, after I’ve gotten my fill of you and fucked you into exhaustion.”

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  The bride was definitely blushing as we walked down the aisle together. How could I not be, after a declaration like that? Especially considering how explicit the contract I’d signed had been when it came to sex. I’d signed away my ass to him…literally.

  The ceremony and reception passed in a blur, while my mind was focused on the sensual promise Sullivan had made. In what felt like a matter of minutes instead of hours, he had me right where he needed me to be to fulfil it—in the bridal suite of the Four Seasons Hotel.

  “Alone at last,” he drawled, his raspy tone sending shivers down my spine. After kicking off his shoes, he prowled towards me. He tossed his tuxedo jacket onto the couch and quickly undid the buttons on his crisp, white dress shirt. Eyes blinking at the muscular chest and six-pack abs he’d been hiding under his suit, I backed up a few steps when his hands went to the waist of his pants and undid the snap. “It’s too late to run. The deal’s been made. You’re mine now.”

  “I wasn’t running,” I gulped as I took yet another step back, bumping into the bed before I realized I’d moved.

  “Sure you weren’t,” he chuckled. He stalked forward, eliminating the space between us until he stood inches away from me. “Don’t worry, though. Once I get my hands and mouth on you, all those fears I see shining up at me from your pretty blue eyes will disappear because you won’t be able to think past the pleasure I’m about to give you.”

  “Wow,” I breathed out. Although my mind knew that Sullivan was virtually a stranger, my body didn’t seem to care. My panties dampened, a shiver raced up my spine, and my legs started to tremble enough that I fell backwards onto the mattress behind me.

  “Can I take that as a yes to my plan?” Sullivan asked.

  I nodded jerkily, the ability to form a coherent thought, let alone words, beyond me. He unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs. His hard length pressed against the stretchy material, a dot of moisture visible at the tip. I didn’t get to stare at him for long before he climbed onto the mattress next to me and went to work on the buttons running up my back. While he undid the long row, he kissed along my jawline and down my neck. Once he got the bodice free, he trailed his lips along my shoulder and scraped his teeth against my soft skin.

  “Lift up,” he instructed.

  I pressed my palms against the mattress and felt the silky material of my dress slide against me as he worked it down my body until I was left in nothing but my white lace panties and thigh-high stockings.

  “I do believe I said something about getting to finally taste you.” He pushed me down so I was lying all the way back, stretched out for him to feast upon. He trailed his eyes along my body, and they darkened with desire, turning almost brown.

  “Yeah, you did,” I breathed. The idea sounded perfect to me right about then.

  Holding himself over me with one arm, he cupped one of my breasts and rolled the nipple between his fingertips as he slowly kissed his way down my chest until he reached the other nipple. His tongue flicked it twice before he sucked it into his mouth. My back arched, and I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing his head closer to my chest.

  “Such perfect tits,” he murmured against my skin while switching his attention to the other side. “I’m going to have to fuck them someday.” His fingers trailed between my breasts as he kissed his way down my belly. “Get them lubed up and slide my dick between them, feeding the tip between your plump lips on each thrust. It’ll feel so damn good.” His blond head hovered over the drenched material of my panties as he breathed the next words against them. “But not nearly as good as your pussy, which is why tit-fucking you will have to wait until after I’ve gotten my fill.”

  His fingers slid under the lace material, and he yanked my panties over my hips. With one arm pushing them down my legs, he bent his head low and flattened his tongue against my clit, licking his way to my core. Hooking my legs over his shoulders and holding my ass, he proceeded to torture me with his mouth. He trailed his tongue down one side of my pussy lips and back up the other, over and over again, until my hips were writhing in his grip.

  “So fucking smooth,” he growled, making me thankful for the Coochy Cream I’d used when I shav
ed this morning.

  “Please,” I whimpered. Only then did he pay attention to my clit, circling his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth for far too little time before he licked down my center and drove his tongue into my core.

  “Sullivan!” I cried, reaching out to grab his hair to hold his head in place. I couldn’t handle any more teasing.

  “That’s right. Scream for me,” he murmured against my wet flesh. One of his hands glided up my ass and around my waist to play with my clit. With a few flicks of his thumb, I exploded.

  With my head thrown back against the mattress, I didn’t get to see his cock when he shoved his boxers down his legs. I sure as hell felt it when he positioned himself at my entrance and drove inside with one powerful thrust, though.

  “Perfect,” he groaned.

  I wriggled my hips, trying to adjust to his length.

  “Hot.”

  He pulled out.

  “Wet.”

  He thrust forward again, making me whimper.

  “Tight.”

  “It’s been a while,” I admitted softly. “A while” was a massive understatement, considering my sexual experience only extended to a few fumbled attempts back in my freshman year of college.

  “For me, too,” he grunted when my walls fluttered around his hard length. “And never bare like this. Thank fuck for the tests we took and birth control, because your pussy wrapped around my cock is something I’m going to need to experience over and over again.”

  “Yes,” I hissed out my agreement, my nails digging into his ass as he pulled out and slammed back into me.

  His lips crashed down on mine at my words, and he pumped into me harder and faster, the bed creaking beneath us. Even though I’d just had an orgasm, another climax quickly started to build.

  “I’m gonna come again,” I whimpered.

  “Hurry. I can’t hold on much longer,” he rasped. “Let me feel your pussy squeeze my dick so hard I lose all control.”

  My walls clenched around his hard length like they understood his command. He pounded into me even harder, riding me through my orgasm until he sank deep and filled me with his hot come.