Desperate Desires (Mergers & Acquisitions #3)

Chapter 22-y

T he last twenty-four hours had passed by in a haze of sex and snacks.

It didn’t sound particularly dirty.

Nothing that I’d write a porno about.

But it was the most erotic, most pleasurable, and soul satisfying experience I had ever had in my entire life. And it was all because of him.

“Want more?” Ono asked, offering me the last bite of scrambled eggs from his plate.

I nodded and opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me. He smiled as he did, and I couldn’t help but return the expression.

Seeing this gorgeous man drop to his knees to shave my legs was the sexiest thing I thought I’d ever seen. But I was wrong.

Watching him crack eggs with one hand just before he heated butter in a pan and started cooking for me was even hotter.

Hands down. Hottest thing ever.

I knew we’d be good together. I mean, we were already good together in bed. But something had changed since we spoke our hasty vows while flying over the Garden State.

It was foolish, and I felt weird saying it, but it was almost like this was a real marriage.

Silly, dangerous thoughts for a woman like me to have.

I knew that even as I thought them.

But a small part of me wished this really was real.

That Ono had married me out of love and not because he felt compelled to in order to save my life.

“What are you thinking about so loudly over there, Doc?” he said, pulling me onto his lap and kissing the corner of my mouth.

We were sitting on the floor of this enormous living room. The fireplace was roaring, but the TV was off.

Yeah, he owned this tropical island, but it was wintertime even in the Caribbean. Temperatures were in the sixties, so the fire felt nice.

“I was thinking, what happens when the threat is gone?” I asked, hating myself for the tremble in my voice.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do we get divorced, annulled? Is this marriage even legal?”

“First,” he said, taking my chin in hand and tipping my head back so I could look at him, “this is very legal. The paperwork has been filed, and we said our vows in front of witnesses right over New Jersey. We. Are. Married.”

“Okay, but what about when you come to your senses? Ono, you’re obviously rich and I swear I am not interested in your money?—”

“Second,” he continued as if I hadn’t rudely interrupted him, “No one would grant us an annulment. Not after the way you just rode my cock and sucked the life out me, Baby.”

“Oh my God,” I said, closing my eyes as my cheeks heated.

I could not believe he just said that.

“And third, I don’t believe in divorce.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re stuck with me, Doc. As for coming to my senses, what fun is there in that? Besides, you fill all my senses. Every single one of them.”

I opened and shut my mouth a few times, trying to come up with a response.

But what could I even say?

He’d managed to stun me stupid. It was the only way I could describe it.

“Come here,” he growled, turning my head and kissing me harder.

I couldn’t help myself, so I kissed him back.

What point was there in resisting when we both wanted this?

Hell, I was so hot for him. He turned me around, so I was astride his big body, and I thought I might come from the slightest touch against my clit.

My hands clutched his shoulders and Ono worked to pull the sheet I had wrapped around my body off. Then there was nothing between us.

I moaned as the heat of his skin seared me, branding me in the tempest of his desire.

God, I loved it when he touched me. And he was always touching me.

His hunger for my chubbier than average body. The burning lust I saw in his electric blue irises. The way his body was primed and hard, ready to claim mine at the slightest touch.

It was all so much. All so perfect.

But it was never enough. I needed more. I wanted more.

“What do you need? I’ll give you anything,” he said, and I felt the truth of his words down to my toes.

“Kiss me,” I moaned, opening for him like a flower in the sunshine.

Ono’s kisses were intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.

They were, well, they were desperate, seeking, and so damn deep. Letting him in wasn’t just a surrender of control.

It was a surrender of everything I knew to be real.

He took over everything. And I felt him all through me, staking his claim for all the world to see.

Ono became my gravity, my atmosphere, the anchor that kept me bound to reality.

I gasped, trying to find air as he drove his tongue mercilessly into my mouth.

I had no choice but to breathe him if I wanted to survive.

And I wanted that. I wanted to live.

With him. For him.

Goddamn it, I wanted this marriage to be real.

But I wasn’t so far gone that I voiced my secret, hopeless wish—the one that started as a small spark in the quiet corners of my mind the second I signed that marriage license.

It wasn’t something I could give credence to, not when I knew how ridiculous, how dangerously desperate it would sound.

Hope was always a sharp-edged thing, and the wrong words said out loud could unravel everything.

I was holding on by a thread as it was.

Wanting Ono was not the same as loving him, but I was dangerously close to that, too.

“Are you wet for me, Doc? Is this pussy soaked?” he growled, lifting me up and shoving his thick digits between my legs.

I moaned, knowing damn well what he would find there.

Of course I was wet.

My body started heating, moisture pooling between my folds the second he pulled me to him.

“Good girl. Now sit,” he grunted, placing his thick, mushroomed head at my entrance.

I swallowed down my scream as he impaled me on his cock. God, he felt so good. Like he was made to fill me.

I had to bury my emotions, refusing to let them cloud my mind. This was just sex. Deep, satisfying, soul-wrecking sex. But still, only sex.

I could handle this part. I could fuck my temporary husband and not let it touch my heart.

At least, that was what I told myself.

“Goddamn, Doc, You feel so fucking good. How do you always feel so good?” he groaned.

Ono’s face was a study in ecstasy as he rolled us over, pistoning his hips in an unforgiving tempo. My gaze was glued to his.

“Let me in, Wife. Take me deep,” he commanded, squeezing my hips and lifting my ass so I was basically sitting on his lap.

Ono fucked me like a madman, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love it.

“Are you close?” he asked, sweat dotting both our bodies.

I nodded. I was close.

So fucking close.

“Words, Doc. I need words.”

“So close, Baby. You feel so good, stretching me, so big,” I said, and thrilled at the fact his dick seemed to get even harder at my words.

My pussy contracted, squeezing his shaft as another wave of ecstasy threatened to wash over me.

“Tell me when you come. Tell. Me,” he demanded, and I couldn’t deny him.

“Oh, God! Ono! I’m gonna come. Now. Ono. Right now!” I shouted.

Ono growled even louder, his hips never stopping as he lodged himself deeper, burying his gorgeously long cock so far inside me, I thought I might die from the pleasure.

I didn’t think that was physically possible. But maybe I was wrong.

“So fucking hot when you come for me, Wife. Now, gimme another.”

“Another?” I panted.

Was the man insane? My body was barely on this plane and he thought I could keep going?

“That’s right. You can gimme another,” he murmured, moving his hard body over mine and spreading my legs wider with his arms beneath my knees.

Ono lifted his hips, sliding his dick in and out, stroking my sheath so damn good. All I could do was try to hold on.

He dropped his head, claiming my lips, biting them as he slid one hand between us, using my own slick to twirl my clit, sending shockwaves of sensation zapping through me.

The man was definitely a sex god.

I couldn’t fathom how he could be in so many places at once.

Kissing.

Licking.

Rubbing.

Nibbling.

Whispering naughty words.

Filthy words that made me shiver.

Every move was another demand on my body. Every skillful touch was designed to push me higher.

And when I couldn’t take it anymore. When I had thought I had reached the pinnacle—Ono switched the playing field.

“You’re gonna come now, Wife. You’re gonna come and you’re gonna tell me whose pussy this is. Now, Michelle. Right. Fucking. Now,” he commanded, grunting as he moved, grinding into me like it was the only thing in this world he was meant to do.

Just like flipping a switch my body went off like the 4 th of July.

“Who’s?” he growled.

“Yours. All yours!” I shouted my reply, moaning as my orgasm reached symphonic heights.

I couldn’t tell the future. I wasn’t a seer or psychic. But if you asked me right then if it were possible for anyone to make me feel the way that man did, I would have told you no. Never.

There was only one man who brought pleasure to my body that transcended all known sciences.

And that was my husband.

The question was, how long would I be able to keep him?