“Listen,” I blurted out, trotting behind him as he went to the door.“You won’t tell anybody I’m here, will you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.In fact, I’m talking to myself right now.”With another charming wink, he turned away.
Gripping the door, I called out, “One more thing.Why did you tell me that story?”
Turning his head, he said, “So you know what kind of man you’re currently married to.See ya.”His soft whistling floated through the air on his way down to a black Bugatti.
The more I learned about the man I had drunkenly married, the more I wanted to know.I almost wished I didn’t like him so much.
But I did like him a lot, especially now that I understood this entire situation with me wasn’t a one-off.It didn’t have as much to do with us being accidentally married as it did with who he was as a person.
I almost didn’t realize what I was doing as I walked through the house, heading straight for his bedroom.The door was ajar, the sound of the shower floating out from the en suite.I slipped inside, then crossed silently to the door.It stood open, revealing the steam billowing in the stall.Vaughn stood with his back to me, one hand against the tile, the other obviously being used to stroke himself.His head hung low while water rained down on him from an overhead fixture.His body was exquisite, his muscles perfectly defined, his back and shoulders heaving with every ragged breath.
When I knocked, he turned abruptly, eyes widened.“What is it?”he asked, breathless, still holding himself.
The sight made me salivate.“Nothing.I was only wondering if you would like some help with that,” I replied, nodding toward his rigid dick.
His throat worked, his hand still moving slowly over his length.
Rather than answer, he watched me pull my T-shirt over my head, then release my bra hooks.He watched, transfixed on me, while I kicked off my flats and removed my jeans and panties.The clip holding my hair back landed on the vanity when I tossed it aside and shook my locks loose.
“What about boundaries?”he asked in a knowing, intimate tone while backing against the wall, giving me room to open the glass door and step inside.The water was warm, pouring over my hair and running down my body.It was the warmth of his stare I liked more.
Reaching out, I ran my hands down his chest, over his rippling abs.“Fuck boundaries,” I decided, noting the way his eyes flashed before I lowered myself to my knees in front of him.He was still as intimidating as ever, even though this time, I would take him inside my mouth.
With his hand on his shaft, he directed his head to my lips, running it across them.I watched him, my pussy going hot and wet at the sight of him giving himself over to me.I had what he needed and could do a better job than he ever could with his fist, even if it would take a little work to get all of him into my mouth.
My tongue brushed the underside of his head, and he groaned long and low, letting go of himself so I could take over.Rather than tease him when he was already so close, I took a few experimental swirls with my tongue before letting him move past my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned out, his eyes sliding shut as his body leaned against the tile.The sound of his happy sigh urged me on.I needed to make him feel good for both of us.
It took a little determination, but I moved lower, relaxing my throat as I took more and more of him inside my mouth.The salty tang of his precum danced across my tongue—the taste of him, a taste of his longing for me.
“That’s good… you’re good at this… good to my cock…” I lifted my head until his ridge touched the inside of my lips before plunging down again, pressing my tongue to the underside of his shaft, letting his guttural moans guide me even as they sent blood rushing to my pussy.I was aching for him, but I wanted this more.I wanted to make him feel as helpless as he made me.I want him to lose himself in me, under my control.
I wasn’t sure how long it would last, though, since he was already feeding himself to me, gently fucking my face while I did my best to hold on.There was so much of him.His hands moved in my hair, holding my head still, and I moaned my approval while his moans got louder.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted out, breathing faster, his abs clenching with each stroke into my waiting mouth.“Yes, Nova.Suck my cock, baby.Make me come for you.”
He was going to.I could feel and sense it in his growing desperation.His control ebbed away one stroke at a time with each ragged breath.Faster, faster, my cheeks hollowing as I increased the pressure.He liked that.“So good… Jesus… fuck…”
His ear-splitting roar signaled the rush of warmth that flooded my mouth a heartbeat later.I swallowed once, twice, before he relaxed with a deep sigh.The hands holding my head still now slid over my hair.“Jesus, talk about unexpected.What brought that on?”
Rather than tell him what I knew about his past and how it nudged me over the edge when I was already teetering in the first place, I chose a Mona Lisa smile after rising to my feet, tipping my head back, and letting the water rain down on me.“I decided boundaries are overrated.”
15
VAUGHN
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
I caught Grayson’s gaze in the mirror behind the bar as I scanned the dining room, waiting for my guest to arrive.
I’d called Riccardo Mancini’s office requesting a meeting as soon as possible to discuss a potential business deal.The one way I knew I could get that greedy cocksucker to drop everything and come running.He wasn’t someone who could easily forget being turned down on what he wanted, and he had wanted my casino for years.Dangling a carrot just out of reach was the only way I could think of to draw him out.
“Somebody’s got to do something,” I huffed.“I can’t have Nova living with me forever, afraid to go anywhere.”Driving me wild, consuming my every damn thought.
“She’s yourwife, isn’t she?”He caught my withering stare in the mirror and chuckled.“Sorry.You know I had to.How long does it take to process an annulment, anyway?”
