Yes, husband.
God, that was fucking sweet on the ears. I wanted to hear far more of it.Yes, husband, fuck me if you want me. Yes, husband, I need your cock. Yes, husband, let me spend the afternoon on your lap and make the paperwork less boring.
Fuck, I needed to be careful.
Half of this scheme was simply to get back at Edison Divine for being a slimy thief, but after having Noah for only a few hours, I couldn’t claim all of my motivation squarely centered on screwing over Divine and getting my money back. I shook my head as I brushed the curls off Noah’s forehead and let my fingers massage through his soft hair. I didn’t know him at all, but he already had my cock getting hard again and he wasn’t doing a damned thing except exist.
Yeah, this entire fucking fiasco with Divine was worth the trouble to have a man like Noah in my bed, ass tipped in the air for me. I left him pout-napping and rolled my shoulders as I walked out of my bedroom toward the split staircase. I spent a lot of time tense, but one blow job from that boy and I was able to take a deep breath without my back aching.
Yes, Noah would be a good investment, indeed.
Yes, husband.
I blew out a long breath and grinned as my cock twitched with interest, but I forced my thoughts away from him. While I wasn’t about to allow him to tell me no as far as the physical aspect of our relationship went, I’d let him have some say in the pace, and he hadn’t done anything to give me the idea he wanted me to fuck him just now.
Mulling that mystery over—God help him if he’s normally a top because he isn’t getting near my asshole—I quickly made my way downstairs to the main dining room near the back of the house, which was generally used for events. I stepped through the archway to find Russ Ferbey shouting into his phone and winced.
“What the fuck do you mean you’re out of the silver chairs? I called earlier and was guaranteed two hundred silver. I don’t care if there was a booking mix-up. I don’t care if you buy them. They better be onsite tomorrow. I was guaranteed silver padded chairs and I will have them!” He jabbed at the air and glared.
I held in a snort. I’d never been that angry over seats.
There was a team of at least twenty people in pink polo shirts withRuss-tastic Events!stitched on the front in black lettering. They furiously assembled small baskets along the tables that I thought were likely guest gifts for the reception, and no one seemed surprised to hear their boss cussing like a back-alley drug dealer. Russ held the phone away from himself, shaking his head, and I could still make out a tinny apology in progress.
I grinned as he caught my gaze and rolled his eyes.
Russ was a pleasantly rotund man in a blue-on-blue striped suit with a nice amount of rusty scruff on his cheeks and chin. He looked huggable, and I’d briefly had a fling with him when I first got to New Gothenburg, but we hadn’t worked out for a whole host of reasons. He gave me a terse smile, and with a sigh, he shifted his back toward me again to continue bitching out whoever was on the other end of the line.
I walked around a table, taking in the busy hands stuffing bottles of wine and other goodies into artistic arrangements, and stopped where one woman sat writing out name placards in an enchanting script with a gold pen. It just so happened she was scrawling Divine over the thick cream paper. I smiled and felt pretty smug, which was dangerous, but I was fairly sure I’d set the type of trap that even Edison gnawing off his own leg wouldn’t allow him to escape.
“What are you doing here, sir? I thought you were on the phone with Hong Kong?” Antoine asked as he rushed through the archway at top speed. He came to an abrupt halt near my elbow, hovering aggressively. His left eye twitched. Maybe tossing a full-fledged wedding at him with less than forty-eight hours’ notice hadn’t been nice.
I shrugged. “Checking in on the arrangements. Tomorrow’s my big day, you know.”
Antoine shook his head and narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t approved of any of this from the get-go, most likely because he had a few scruples left. I had rules I lived by, but morals were for preachers, not men who wanted to succeed in business.
“Everything is going as well as can be expected. Normally it takes months to plan an affair of this size.” The smile he gave me could’ve frozen Lake Ontario solid.
“Good.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting to know your groom?” he asked quietly, then stepped closer. “That is why you took today off, isn’t it? It’s a reasonable goal, sir. How will you cohabitate with someone you don’t know?”
I shrugged and breathed out some nerves. I’d seen Noah before today, obviously, but pining over him from across the room wasn’t touching, and he was the type of handsome that could crawl under a man’s skin. I stared at the baskets getting put in order. The PI I’d hired said the boy Noah had been seeing was around him often enough. Was he going to cause trouble at the wedding? Grinning, I rolled my shoulders again. God, I hoped so. It would be nice to show that silver-spoon trust-fund baby how he’d lost to a better man, and let Noah see once and for all who he belonged to. Let him know only one cock—mine—would be in any of his holes for the next six months.
My gut flashed hot and I shook off the sensation. It might take a couple of weeks, but surely I could fuck him enough that he would be boring and usual in no time. I’d be glad when the six months were over and I could find someone else to fuck without feeling guilty.
Because as much as this wedding was part of the scheme I’d concocted, marriage was serious where I came from, and I wouldn’t step out while I was hitched. No, I didn’t go back on my promises,unlike some people.
“It would make good sense to get to know him.” Antoine’s cajoling tone came as close as it ever did to chastisement.
I forced a laugh. “Why? He’s only my husband on paper.” I glared at Antoine, daring him to keep this conversation going.
“He is a human being,” he said softly, and we’d had this conversation several times in the last month, just as soon as he’d realized what I was considering. “Would you want to be pushed around this way?”
“Do not grow a conscience on me now. This is hardly the worst thing I’ve asked you to do.”
“That boy—”
“Man. He’s well over legal.”
