by Kimberly Fox
“All right,” Dex says, springing up from the table so fast his chair skids back across the floor. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”
“So early?” Prince Kalib asks, looking at his diamond-encrusted watch.
“Yes,” Dex growls back, locking eyes on him.
“We’re sorry to cut the evening short,” I say, tossing my napkin on the table. “Dex has a nightly tradition where he calls his mother every night before bed so she can sing him a lullaby. At first I thought it was very strange and creepy that a grown man needs to be sung a lullaby by his mommy, but now I think it’s sweet. A little bit strange but sweet.”
Dex doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for any more games.
“Let’s go,” he mouths to me.
His face is red and he looks unpredictable at the moment. I’m afraid he’s going to blow the whole charade, so I say goodnight to everyone and go with him.
“Geez,” I say, yanking my hand out of his when we’re in the hallway. “What is your problem?”
He’s steaming mad as he paces around while I rub my wrists. “The fucking nerve of that guy!” he hisses before kicking a plant. “He’s been hitting on you all night!”
“Are you jealous?” I ask, grinning in triumph at him.
“No!” he says, snorting out a laugh. “As if. He thinks you’re with me. It’s rude.”
“And you’re jealous,” I say, biting my bottom lip as I watch him kick the base of the plant again.
“It’s not the plant’s fault,” I say, giggling at him.
“There you are,” Prince Kalib says as he turns the corner.
“What do you want?” Dex asks, puffing out his chest.
I grab his flexed arm and pull him behind me. He wouldn’t have budged if he didn’t let me move him. “Please excuse my husband. He has the temperament of a toddler when he stays up past his bedtime. What can we do for you, Prince Kalib?”
“You have done so much already, Mrs. Riley,” he says, smiling warmly at me. He turns to Dex and stands up straight. “I was wondering if I could have a moment of your husband’s time.”
I raise an eyebrow as I turn to look at Dex. His shoulders drop, the aggression gone as confusion takes its place. “Uh, sure,” he says, rubbing his chin.
“This way please,” Prince Kalib says, motioning down the hall with his hands.
Dex turns to me and shrugs. “I’ll meet you back at the room.”
“Sure, whatever,” I say, trying to seem like I don’t give a fuck. But I’m lying. I give lots of fucks. I’m secretly upset that he’s leaving me by myself.
As frustrating as his company is, it’s also kind of fun.
It still doesn’t stop me from flipping him the bird as he walks away.
Dex is still my enemy after all.
Chapter Ten
Dex
I walk down the extravagant hallway keeping my eye on the prince even though we’re passing paintings that should probably be hanging inside the Louvre. I don’t like this guy.
I don’t like the way he keeps dragging his rich eyes over Riley’s body like she’s a piece of meat.
If anyone is eating that steak, it’s gonna be me.
“Your wife is very beautiful,” Prince Sleeze says, smiling at me over his shoulder. “You are a very lucky man.”
“I know,” I say, my voice tight. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but it’s taking forever. This place is like a maze with its long hallways and millions of doors. I wonder what the people of his country would say about this extravagance that they financed. I’m sure they would be thrilled to hear all about it while they ration their dinners.
“I’m a very generous man,” Prince Kalib says, placing a palm on his chest. “I would like to share what I have with you.”
“I’ll take that helicopter that’s parked on the roof,” I say without hesitation. I’ve had my eye on it ever since I was flying and saw it on the horizon.
He laughs. “I was thinking of something a little softer and wetter,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
If he tries to kiss me, I’m knocking him out.
I take a step back and plant my feet wide, just in case.
“Why don’t I show you what I mean?” he says, smiling wide. He turns around the corner and walks down the long hall. I can hear a muted beat playing from somewhere.
Prince Kalib stops at two huge double doors that are intricately carved with naked women. Even the two brass handles are in the shape of breasts.
I’m about to ask him where I can buy doors like that when he grabs the boob-shaped handles.
“I’d like to share with you, Dex,” he says, grinning as he turns the handles. “This is what I have to offer.”
He swings the doors open, and the loud house music pours out into the hallway. I swallow hard as I step to the side and look inside.
The harem.
The inside looks like a private club complete with bars, leather sofas, a dance floor, and numerous stripper poles, but that’s nothing compared to who’s inside-sixty of the most beautiful women in the world all dressed in lingerie, dancing, grinding, kissing, groping. I’m instantly hard as my eyes dart around the room trying to take in the abundance of flesh and curves on display.
I swallow hard when I see two hot blondes making out on the couch, and let out a whimper as I see a gorgeous Asian girl taking a shot from between the naked tits of a beautiful Russian girl.
“Come in,” a sexy black girl calls to me, waving me in from the bar. All sixty girls turn to me and smile, waving me in to join their party.
I’m about to step in for a drink (I don’t want to be rude by turning down their invitation) when Prince Kalib closes the doors.
He’s grinning as he leans against it and watches me. “Do you want me to share with you?”
I try to say ‘yes please,’ but it comes out as a whimper.
“I’m happy to,” he says, smiling widely. “As long as you share with me.”
My heartbeat turns sluggish as I turn to him with a rolling stomach. I don’t like where this is going.
I pull out a pack of gum from my shorts. “I can share my gum with you.”
“That’s very generous,” he says, laughing tightly. “But I’m afraid I’m not interested in your gum. Your wife, however…”
He lets the thought hover between us, polluting the air in the hallway.
I loosen my collar as heat flushes through my body.
I wonder if I can break through that door by only using his head?
“You don’t have to answer now,” he says, showing me his palms. “It’s just an idea. The women are always ready to go, whenever you are.”
He smiles as he puts a hand on my shoulder and walks me back in the direction we came.
“Sixty tight pussies, one hundred and twenty beautiful breasts, six hundred skilled fingers,” he says, nodding. “Sixty women in exchange for one. That’s a very generous offer.”
I gulp as I walk down the hall, staring at the ugly carpet.
Would I trade Riley for sixty women? Yesterday, I would have traded her for a pack of Tic Tacs, but now I’m not so sure. I’m getting protective of my fake wife.
No matter how much she seems to hate me.
Still, sixty women on their knees. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.
But so is meeting a girl like Riley.
My head is still swirling with a thousand thoughts as I quietly open the door. I laugh under my breath when I see Riley lying in the bed. It’s not the beautiful sight of her brown hair on the pillow next to mine that makes me chuckle, it’s the barricade she’s erected between her side of the bed and mine. The empty drawers of the dresser are stacked in a line down the middle of the bed.
“What did the prince want?” she asks without turning her head around to look at me.
“He wanted to show me his cigar collection,” I lie. I could get her all worked up by telling her what I really saw, but we’re stuck in the same room for the
night, and I don’t want her to get all riled up again. Who wants to sleep in the same room as an angry lioness?
She finally turns. Her makeup is off and she looks just as incredible without it. She’s a natural beauty, and the makeup only seems to take away from her angelic face.
“You don’t stink,” she says, sniffing the air.
“That’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me,” I say, smiling as I pull off my tie.
She laughs. “That’s hardly a compliment.”
I toss my tie on the back of the chair and grin. “I’ll take what I can get.”
She turns back around as I start to unbutton my shirt, but her body is rising and falling as her breathing speeds up.
I strip to my boxer briefs that I borrowed from the huge communal closet and slide in between the sheets. The dresser drawers rattle as my body makes the mattress bounce.
“What’s with the border?” I ask, staring up at the dark ceiling. “Are you afraid that you can’t trust yourself around me?”
She lets out a mocking laugh. “Please. It’s to stop your wandering hands.”
I smile. “How was your day?”
I can hear her thinking. “Why are you asking?” she asks after a brief silence.
“Husbands usually ask their wives how their day was at the end of it.”
“And pretend husbands and wives?” she asks.
“They usually have sex.”
She laughs.
“Hot, dirty, rough sex,” I say, feeling my dick start to harden.
“You’re such an idiot,” she says. There’s a lightness in her voice. She seems to be getting used to my crude words. I’m wearing her down. Just a few more years of this, and maybe she’ll take the wall on the bed down.
“I may be an idiot,” I say, grinning. “But you’re the one on the wrong side of the bed.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, one of us is.”
“Goodnight, Dex,” she says after a giggle. “Better bring your A-game tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Riley Coyote,” I say, staring at the drawers between us, wishing that I could see her beautiful face one more time before I close my eyes. “And remember, if you dream of me, I’d like it if you keep those sexy red shoes on.”
“I don’t normally get nightmares, but thanks.”
I drift off to sleep with a smile on my lips.
Chapter Eleven
Riley
“Yes,” I moan as Dex slides his big palms down my legs, giving me goosebumps. His hands stop at the bright red shoes still on my feet and he smirks. I’m wearing the shoes-and only the shoes.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he groans as he kisses a trail down from my ankles to the red Louboutins on my feet. “I’m going to fuck you extra hard for keeping these on.”
I gulp as my eyes wander down his muscular body, taking in every inch of hard muscle, every deep ridge and sexy line of his chest and abs. My eyes continue past his shredded abs to the perfect V that’s carved into his pelvis. I moan as my eyes stop at his trimmed pubic hair before continuing down to the main attraction.
His cock is huge-thick and long as it points up at the ceiling waiting to please me.
My pussy clenches as he separates my legs and climbs over me, making my heart thump. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock, moaning as I realize how big he actually is.
“Stick it in me,” I beg. I can hear the desperation in my voice.
My wet lips part as he drags his tip up my wet folds, making my back arch. I reach for him, holding him as close as I can as he guides his delicious cock into my tight hole.
“Yes!” I scream, already feeling an orgasm coming on. “Fuck yes! Just like that!”
His beautiful face is in front of mine as he thrusts inside of me over and over again. “Just like what?” he asks.
His cock feels so good but he’s slowing down. “Just like what?”
It’s then that my eyes pop open and cruel reality comes crashing down. Dex is leaning over the barricade I made, grinning as he watches me. “Just like what?”
“Nothing,” I shout, yanking the blankets up to my neck. Luckily, I didn’t strip naked while having my sex dream.
“It didn’t sound like nothing,” he says, laughing as he sits up on the bed.
I glance at the clock before squeezing my eyes shut. It’s the middle of the night. How loud was I that he woke up? What exactly did I say? Is it possible to actually die of embarrassment?
These questions and more are racing through my head as he reaches over and taps my shoulder. “Sounds like you were having an exciting dream,” he says with a knowing voice.
“I wasn’t,” I lie.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asks. His voice sounds like he’s smirking. I hate him.
“Nothing. Leave me alone.”
“Fine,” he says, climbing back under the sheets. “I’ll leave you alone. You seem to be all hot and bothered anyway.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my stomach hardens. My ears feel impossibly hot like they always do when I’m mortified.
How could I have a sex dream about Dex? Even my subconscious is betraying me. First it was my body, now it’s my mind. Can’t every part of me see that this guy is all wrong for me? He’s pure evil. Sexy as hell, but pure evil.
I finally start to loosen up a little when I think that he’s dropped it and gone back to sleep. He’s been quiet for a few minutes but I should have known better. This is Dex after all.
“Can I ask you one question about your dream?” he asks.
“No.”
He asks it anyways.
“Did you leave your red shoes on for me?”
I explode out of bed like the mattress is on fire and grab my pillow.
“Where are you going?” he asks, grinning as he watches me storm across the room.
“I’m sleeping in the bathroom!” I snap.
He laughs as I toss my pillow on the tiles and grab the door handle.
“Don’t forget to keep your shoes on.”
I slam the door in his face.
I feel like a prisoner about to walk onto a pirate ship. I’m surrounded by enemies, but I have a big dumb fake smile plastered on my face.
The yacht is ready for us, but I’m standing on the dock as long as I can. I don’t want to be trapped with these people for a second longer than I have to be.
“I hope you brought your bikini,” Prince Kalib says, giving me a creepy look, and making me glad I wore my shorts and tank top over my bathing suit. “You’re going to need it!”
I cringe as he steps off the dock and onto the yacht. He’s taking us deep sea fishing so we can catch our dinner.
Marv walks up next, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but stepping onto Prince Kalib’s boat. “It’s time to earn your commission,” he says, leaning in and growling in my ear. “Help me sell these yachts. I have other business to take care of this weekend.”
His lovely wife Kara follows him in, glaring at me as she steps onto the boat. “I’m watching you,” she whispers, pointing two fingers at her eyes and then sticking her index finger at me. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll get eaten by a shark.
My biggest enemy is last. Dex saunters up the dock looking sinfully good in his boardshorts. A white tank top is tossed over his shoulder, and he’s got those aviator glasses on that drive me nuts. I’d check him out if I wasn’t still embarrassed about last night.
I wince as he approaches, wanting to cover my face with my hands. I glance at the deep water, wondering if anyone would notice if I sunk to the bottom and never came back out.
“Good morning,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “Sweet dreams last night?”
“Shut up.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Why so cranky? Did you not sleep well?”
My ears start to burn as he chuckles. “You were tossing and turning all night. Actually, it was more like moaning and writhing.”
“I hate yo
u.”
He just laughs. “Here,” he says, taking my hand. He opens my clenched fingers and drops a tiny pill inside my palm. “Take this or you’ll be puking the whole boat ride.”
“Thanks,” I say, swallowing the Gravol. It’s another reason why I’m still on the dock. I wanted to wait until the last moment before getting on the rocking yacht.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s just a little dream,” he says, smiling for real at me. “I dream about us all of the time.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m doing it right now.”
“Stop,” I say, feeling my ears getting really hot now.
“Oh fuck,” he says, tilting his head to the side. His muscles are flexed and I secretly wish I could see what he’s seeing. “Wow. Your legs are spread so far apart. I didn’t realize you’re so flexible. You’re almost doing the splits.”
I slap his arm and he opens his eyes, laughing as he looks down at me.
“Knock it off,” I say. I walk past him, but then stop when I reach the yacht. I turn to him with a grin. “By the way, I can do the splits. You can imagine me all you want, but I’m even more flexible than that.”
I hear a loud gulp from behind me as I step onto the boat.
The boat is jerking around in the rough open sea making me thankful for that Gravol. When is this supposed to start being fun?
Prince Kalib is driving the boat, Marv is yelling into his satellite phone, Kara is puking into a bucket (well, that part is fun), and Dex is sitting across from me staring at my breasts which are bouncing and jiggling around in my bikini top.
“The view is over there,” I say, pointing to the ocean.
“My eyes are perfectly fine right here,” he says, staring at my chest.
I roll my eyes as I grab my tank top and slip it on, blocking his view.
“Ahh,” he sighs, looking disappointed. “You never let me have any fun.”
“Not if it involves me getting traumatized,” I say, licking the salt water off my lips.
The boat’s engines die down to a low rumble and Prince Kalib pops his head out of the Captain’s cabin. “I think we’re going to get lucky with this spot,” he says, only addressing me.
