“Did you get your picture taken?”
He snorted. “We’re one big, happy family.”
“Not with Tina around.” She didn’t mean to say that. It just sort of slipped out.
His head whipped around, and he fixed his flashing eyes on her. “Did she bother you again? I swear I’ll smash her face in if she says another word to you.”
Alyssa shook her head and turned away. What could she say? She’d overstepped by giving him even that tiny hint of warning. She better watch her step from now on.
She caught him gazing out to sea. If he was half the businessman she thought he was, he would read between the lines and see this disaster coming.
All at once, he shot her a wicked grin over his shoulder. He ran to the water’s edge and plunged into the foaming ocean. He dived under the waves and struck out into the deep.
Alyssa retreated up the beach and sat down on the dry sand to wait for him. She watched him body surf in the breakers. The white bubbles flowed off his rounded shoulders and through his hair. He flung his bangs out of his face when he came up for air.
He stayed out a long time, but Alyssa didn’t mind. She enjoyed this moment of respite. She was with him. No one watched over their shoulders or schemed of ways to bring them down.
He came charging up the beach dripping wet. He caught her in a bear hug and laughed when she tried to push him away. They both wound up gasping with laughter. He shook his hair out like a dog to spatter her all over with droplets. Then he took her hand and they walked the rest of the way back to the hotel.
Mason paused at the ripple for one long, last look at the falling sun on the horizon. The sea breathed and murmured. Another perfect day in paradise came to an end. He squeezed her hand and tugged her arm. “I don’t want to go inside yet. Sit down here next to me.”
He pulled her down on the sand and put his arm around her. He lightly stroked her shoulder with his fingers and kissed her gently on the check. Then he muttered into her mouth, “I can’t tell you how nice it is to spend this time with you. I wouldn’t trade this time for a million dollars.”
She guffawed at him. “A million dollars is nothing to you.”
He didn’t laugh. “I mean it. I wish we didn’t have the reunion to distract us. I wish we were here on our real honeymoon.”
Alyssa blushed. “Listen, Mason….”
He shook his head to cut her off. “Don’t say it, okay? I know we’re not a real couple. Even if I am fooling myself, just let me enjoy this a little longer. Don’t shatter the illusion. Let me think you care about me before you dump me.”
“I do care about you, Mason,” she replied. “I care about you a lot, but it’s you who will dump me. You don’t want a relationship with me. You want a fake wife. That’s what you brought me here for.”
He started back. “What makes you think I don’t want a relationship with you? Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Well, we can’t have a relationship here, can we?” she countered. “We’ll go back to New York. You’ll go back to your company, and I’ll go back to….whatever. We wouldn’t be doing this back there. We would be getting on with our real lives, and we’re not together in that.”
“What if we could be?” he asked. “What if we could keep doing this back there? What if we went together and stayed together?”
“But we won’t do that,” she pointed out. “We lead totally different lives. You’re a frickin’ business mogul. I’m nothing.”
“Don’t say that about yourself. You’re the woman of my dreams.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t explain what she meant, but she definitely didn’t see her future with him. She wouldn’t go back to the New York to be the future Mrs. Harwick. That did not exist.
He stared out to sea. His spirit wandered there, beyond the limit of thought. “I want to. That’s all I’m saying. If you decide not to, don’t kid yourself into thinking this is anything mutual ‘cuz it isn’t. I want to keep going with this. I want to take it all the way. I want you, and I want to keep you. That’s all I’m saying.”
Alyssa didn’t reply. What could she say? She could barely look him in the eye with Tina’s threat weighing heavy on her mind.
He turned away from the ocean to kiss her, and his eyes found hers. His black irises occupied her whole field of view. She had no choice but to look at him. Their lips lingered closer, and his arms folded around her.
He held her tight, and they kissed for a long time. Nothing existed in the world but that kiss. Alyssa rested her head on his shoulder, and her tongue mixed through his mouth. He gripped her shirt and tugged him in closer. His presence enveloped her in delicious sweetness.
She looked up at him. Everything came together in that gaze. Electric magic joined them for all eternity. How could she think of separating from him back in the States? How could she let him go after everything they went through together?
He drew away and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”
She leaned back one more inch, but when her eyes left his face, she caught sight of a familiar figure standing some distance away. Tina watched them from the beach. Her eyes gleamed, and she clenched her teeth. She’d seen their whole romantic kiss.
Alyssa gave her only the briefest glance before she looked away. Mason didn’t see Tina watching them. He took Alyssa’s hand and raised her from the sand. They turned their backs on Tina and went back into their own room.
Chapter 9
Alyssa stretched out her body on top of Mason in their bed. She pulled the covers over her bare shoulders, and her hair fell over his face. He rested his hands on her back and closed his eyes to get lost in her kiss. “So what do you say?” he asked.
“To what?”
“Will you marry me?”
Alyssa’s eyes popped open. “What?”
“Marry me. Come back to live with me in New York.”
“What about our contract?”
“What about it?”
“You paid me to put on an act for this reunion. I would have to give back the fifty thousand.”
“I paid you to marry me and take a trip to Cabo for two weeks. You’ve done that. You keep the fifty thousand. We’re already married, so you’ve fulfilled your end of the contract.”
“Then what are you asking me? How can I marry you when we’re already married?”
He laughed. “You got me there.”
They went back to kissing. Neither of them said anything more. After a long blissful interlude, he rolled off onto his side. He kissed her again, longer and longer. Gushy warm wetness connected them in every way.
He prodded her sideways until she turned onto her back. He kept pushing until she moved onto her other side with her back to him. After two weeks together, he learned how to please her. He cuddled her back against his rock hard chest.
She settled into his giant presence. Contentment closed her off from the world outside. She didn’t have to worry about anything as long as she stayed with him.
Tina appeared at odd times whenever Alyssa left the room. Tina watched her play shuffleboard. She watched Alyssa sunbathing by the pool. She drifted across Alyssa’s line of sight when Alyssa came to the dining room for meals.
If she did nothing else, Tina knew how to dangle Alyssa on tenterhooks. She knew how to needle her so she could never fully relax. Only when Alyssa curled up in Mason’s arms when they kissed and fulfilled each other in bed, could Alyssa let go of all the tension nagging her.
Mason never knew—at least, he didn’t let on. He was having too good a time with Alyssa to notice anything wrong. He hugged her around the middle until his broad hands migrated to her chest. He cradled her heavy breasts. His intoxicating sexiness had infected her all over. She wanted him to touch her. She didn’t want to relax. She wanted to attack him, but she had to play it his way.
He wouldn’t move any faster. He would let her twist and scream and rub her pussy against his leg until she shrieked, but he wouldn’t take her u
ntil he was ready.
She heaved her breasts into his hands. Their warmth pricked the nipples to nudge his fingers. She rocked her ass against his hard-on. She knew how to turn him on, too.
He blew warm air into her ear and down her neck. Goosebumps appeared all over her skin. He let his fingers drift apart and come together again to pinch her nipples. She moaned and whined. God, he made her ache so bad! This trip would go down as her all-time hottest sexual experience ever. How could mere mortals measure up to him?
His fingers squeezed tighter around her nipples until they hurt. That delicious dizziness swam all over her. She arched her back. Oh, if only he would stick it in, she would bump herself to shivering orgasm all over again—and again, and again. He could keep her going for ages and never stop.
He screwed his crotch between her butt cheeks. He stroked his rigid cock between her saturated lips, but he made no move to enter her. He didn’t have to. He could make her cum as many times as he wanted without touching her. Her own desire for him sent her spinning through one climax after another.
She whimpered in agony. “Fuck me. Oh, please, fuck me.”
He pumped his hips into her ass. “Mmm, yeah. That ass is all mine.”
“Oh, please,” she cried.
He bit her earlobe and leaned his weight into her. He shoved her forward onto her chest, and he rolled on top of her. His prick still lay nestled between her butt cheeks, and his two great hands cupped her breasts.
His energy mounted to crush her into the bed. He rocked his cock into her in a fucking motion. He tugged her down onto himself by her tits. He grumbled into her ear. “Say it again.”
She rested her chin on the mattress. Her hair hung wild across her face. She stared straight in front of her. Her mouth gaped in an animal howl. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
He slammed in harder. His cock hit her clitoris. “Louder. Let me hear you scream.”
She screamed anyway at those devastating strokes. “Fuck me! Oh! Oh, God! Please fuck me.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop saying it.”
He beat his cock between her wet lips. His tight head bounced over her clit to drive her to delirious orgasm. “Fuck me! Oh, my God! I can’t stand it. Fuck me! I need it so bad. Please, God, fuck me.”
He roared in her ear. His cock throbbed between her legs, but she couldn’t move. His weight held her in place. He jammed his cock through her swollen tissues to blast her apart.
She floated off the bed on soft clouds of pleasure. She didn’t notice the moment his head actually broke the seal separating them. He nudged into her, but her unstoppable orgasms never let her come down. She drifted from one climax straight into the next.
The moment he got inside, he went back to his maddening stillness. He slithered into her deepest territory and stopped. Her muscles kept contracting to stroke her to greater heights. Her spongy tightness enclosed him in a death grip.
He groaned out loud and panted between his teeth. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that pussy is so fucking good and tight. Oh, man, don’t stop, baby. That’s it. Holy crap, I can’t hold back. Come on. Oh, yeah, that’s so good. God damn. Fuck, yeah.”
On and on it went, without end. He didn’t have to fuck her. He just had to lie there. Her orgasms did everything for both of them. The longer he kept still, the more she climaxed. The more she climaxed, the hotter he got. His cock spasmed with her contractions. His ridges and veins stimulated her already sensitive nerves. She gushed all over his shaft, and her nectar dribbled down his scrotum.
He collapsed against her back. His muscled bulk knocked the air out of her lungs, but nothing could stop her now. He laid his cheek against her shoulder and roared. His hands rubbed her tits, but other than that, he didn’t move. He was master over himself and everything else.
Just when she couldn’t bear another moment of this, he slipped out of her. A gush of syrup followed him and dampened her mound. His weight lifted off her back, and he rose on his knees. He rolled her onto her back, and she stared up at him in stunned shock. What was he doing now?
For a long moment, he stood above her on his knees. He stroked his hands up and down her curves. He followed her breasts down to her waist and over her hips. He admired every inch of her magnificent body. His flinty black eyes ate her alive from head to toe. He drew his breath through flared nostrils. He gritted his teeth, and his muscles strained across his chest.
She lay back in the glow of ecstasy. She admired him. She feared him. She worshiped him as never before. His prick stood out stiff and demanding from his chiseled frame. She wanted to pet it, to stroke it and give it relief, but it embodied his indomitable spirit. It would come to her when it was ready and not one second before.
At last, he fell forward on his hands above her. His lips found her mouth, and he weaseled his hips between her legs. He pushed them apart, and her delicious cunt enveloped him.
She existed in a world of his eyes and lips. His skin caressed her all the way down to her pussy surrounding his cock. Her wetness covered his pubic hair, and she sipped him into her.
He gyrated his hips to drive himself wild on her spongy tissues. He propped himself up on both arms and fixed his eyes on her from high above. “Marry me, baby. Marry me, and make me the happiest man in the world.”
She couldn’t answer for moaning. She could only cradle his face between her hands. He made her too happy to answer. She never planned to marry anybody, and now here she was. She lay spread-eagled in bed with her husband—her husband!
Those words rang through her head. Her husband! She was having sex with her billionaire husband in a resort on the Mexican coast.
All of a sudden, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her face twisted in anguish. She clamped her eyes shut and turned her head aside. Sobs convulsed her body, and she covered her face to hide from him.
He jumped off her so fast his wet cock slapped her thigh. He dove onto the bed next to her and enfolded her in his arms. “What is it? What’s wrong? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I won’t say it again. Can we just forget it?”
She buried her face in the pillow and howled. How could she ever tell him how much she wanted to marry him? How could she tell him how much she loved him and wanted him, how happy he made her? She never asked to marry him, and now he made her the happiest woman in the world.
She didn’t deserve him, and now she had to hide from him this devastating secret. He couldn’t be her husband with this elephant in the room. She couldn’t make love to him under false pretenses.
Two whole weeks of living on a knife edge, of waiting and watching for Tina around every corner, two weeks of wondering when Tina would drop her bombshell—it all took its toll.
He embraced her and covered her shoulders and arms with kisses. He couldn’t get near her face. She didn’t want him touching her, but she couldn’t bear the agony of tearing herself out of his arms. Why couldn’t she tell him? Why couldn’t she enjoy the blessed relief of deserving his trust?
The tears faded after a while, but the agony only got worse. He waited more than an hour. He held her and listened for some word from her that never came. The dreaded moment arrived at last.
He sat up and set his feet on the floor. He sighed, and his head hung between his shoulders. “I guess we had a good time these last two weeks, but it couldn’t last forever. The reunion is over and everybody’s leaving. You made it clear how you feel about me. I won’t ask again.”
She couldn’t cry anymore. She had no more tears left to shed. This was the end. This was the conclusion she asked for. She kept pushing him away. She couldn’t expect him to keep asking.
He pulled on his clothes and went back to the main room. He laid his things in his suitcase. His voice drifted through the open doors. “I appreciate you going through with this. You convinced everybody. I should have known it wouldn’t turn into anything.”
Getting out of that bed took all her strength, but she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. She still ha
d to get back to the States before she fell apart completely. She had to get as far away from him as she could so she wouldn’t succumb to the temptation to tell him everything.
He would go back to his life, and he would never know Tina threatened Alyssa. She would live the rest of her life in fear of Tina coming after her. Tina would keep tabs on her over the internet. Tina would stalk her at every job she ever held.
She packed her suitcase and met Mason near the room door. He sized her up and down. “I’m sorry if I made your stay here unpleasant, Alyssa. I thought you felt the same way about me. I should know better than to push so hard.”
She dared to look up at his face. “I do feel the same way about you, Mason. I would like nothing better than to marry you—for real, I mean.”
The words rushed out of him. “Then why can’t you? What’s bothering you? Can’t you trust me? I’ve exposed my darkest secrets to you. Haven’t I earned your trust?”
Alyssa shook her head. She couldn’t look at him through the tears swimming in her eyes. “You have. I only want to protect you. I wish I could tell you. I really do.”
He glared at her. A black cloud crossed his face. “What do you have to protect me from?”
“Don’t you see? If I told you, I would be ruining you—and myself. Please don’t ask me. It’s hard enough as it is.”
He pursed his lips. “Are you telling me you want to be with me and return to New York with me? Are you telling me you want to go all the way with me, and there’s something stopping you? Is that what you’re really saying to me?”
She raised her eyes to his face. If only she could tell him, maybe everything would be all right. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t you know how much I care about you? These last two weeks have been a torture for me.”
He snatched her hand and pulled her toward him. “Tell me, Alyssa! Tell me what’s going on. Let me help you solve this so we can be together.”
She pulled away. “I can’t. I really wish I could. It’s better if we don’t. That’s the way we’ll both be safe.”
He scowled a moment longer. “All right. We better get going, then. Once we get back to JFK, you can go your own way and I won’t bother you anymore.”
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