Chapter Ten
Ava
As soon as I say the words, my mouth falls open, and I look at him in shock. Who am I? I don’t talk like this, but I guess Reese brings it out of me.
He’s barely hanging on. His muscles flex under my palm. If possible, his shoulders get bigger, neck thicker, and there is sweat at his brow. His voice is gravelly, giving away exactly how hard he’s restraining himself. “Say it again.”
I lift my chin at him, still somewhat embarrassed by what I said out loud but refusing to back down. “I said... show me what you’ve got.”
His cock is pulsating at my entrance, and I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to slam into me. I know it’s going to hurt, but I’m ready for it... I need it. When he doesn’t move, I blink up at him in confusion. “Reese...”
He doesn’t answer me. He holds his hips completely still and lowers his head to my chest. I feel his body shudder, and he takes a deep breath, keeping his manhood at my entrance. He takes another breath and slowly blows it out. It’s obvious he’s trying to get control of himself, and I hate it. I don’t want him to hold back from me.
“Reese,” I try again.
He grunts, “Ava, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
I let my fingers trail down his chest, across his belly, and when I reach his manhood, I wrap my hand around his girth.
He holds perfectly still and grunts as if he’s physically in pain. “Fuck me,” he seethes.
I squeeze him harder. “That’s what I’m trying to do.”
He wraps his hand around my wrist and holds on to me. “You keep doing that, and I won’t last, honey. I plan to come buried deep inside your sweet pussy, Ava.”
I gasp, and there’s a tug in my lower belly at the intensity in his words. “I want that, too,” I admit to him, wondering if I’m telling him too much. He has to know how I feel about him even though we haven’t talked about it.
I want to assure him he won’t hurt me, but he doesn’t let me. He lifts his head and his green eyes are now a molten emerald, sparkling with worry, restraint, and arousal. He pulls my hand away, nudges his hips, and his cock enters me a little deeper. He throws his head back, eyes clenched together, and groans. I wait, giving him time, and when he finally looks at me again, he’s shaking his head. “Do you feel that, Ava? Your pussy is seeping for me. It’s practically begging me for it, but I can’t hurt you. I won’t.”
“You won’t hurt me, Reese. I know you, and I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
He’s shaking his head again, and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s always so in control, cool, and calm. But not now. He’s practically vibrating with barely contained restraint. I know what I need to do.
I move slowly and put one foot on the bed and then the other. His eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you to hold back from me, Reese. I want everything you have to give. I want it all.”
His voice is strained, pupils dilated. “Ava,” he commands as if he’s barely holding back. We’re so close, I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. We’re breathing in unison, so attuned to each other that I can’t even think about anything but him and what we’re about to do.
I press both feet into the mattress and lift my hips. He has no choice then, and as he pushes inside me, there’s a brief bite of pain at my core, but I don’t flinch. I just take it. He’s buried inside me, and he’s searching my face, totally aware of me and only me.I squeeze his arms, and before he can ask, I assure him, “I’m okay. I’m okay. Give me just a second.”
He sucks in a breath, holding it, and I lift my hips a little to test the friction. He pulls back a little and slowly pushes back inside me. When he pulls out again, I unclench my hands from his arms and slide them up to loop around his neck as he pushes back inside me. The groan that escapes me is impossible to contain. I’ve pleasured myself before with my many toys, but this is different and on a whole other level.
My body feels electric. It’s as if everywhere he touches me, I come alive. I close my eyes as the orgasm builds, and he stops moving. “Look at me, Ava. I need your eyes on me.”
I stare up at him and see his gaze locked on me as our bodies meet in an uncontrolled frenzy. I can’t look away from him and emotion wells up inside me. It’s both overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time.
He reaches between us, and as soon as his finger grazes over my swollen clit, my body starts to jerk.
“Come for me, my wife.”
I don’t know if it’s the way he commands me, the way he’s giving me the best pleasure of my life, or the fact he calls me his wife, but I do as he says.
The orgasm is instant. My whole body goes taut as pleasure like nothing I’ve felt before rams through my body. He doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking my clit, pushing in and out of me, his words explicit as he breathes them into my ear. “That’s my sweet pussy. Feel that, baby? You don’t want me to stop, do you? Every time I start to pull out, you’re sucking me back in. Fuck, I knew it would be good, but I didn’t know you’d have a magic pussy, Ava. And it’s mine. All mine. I’ll be the only one to kiss, suck, taste, and fuck this magic pussy.”
“Argh!” he groans as he comes, shooting his seed deep inside me. He thrusts into me, big long thrusts, and I dig my heels into his back, holding him close to me.
The orgasm feels as if it’s never-ending. Over and over, he takes me to the edge, and it’s only when I’m limp with my pussy still pulsating that he falls down on top of me from exhaustion. He tries to hold his weight up, but I pull him to me, wanting to feel his body on top of mine.
He kisses me, and when I’m distracted, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him. He’s smiling at me, giving me a look of possession as he pushes the hair off my face. “You okay?” he asks worriedly.
Even though I feel a little sore, it’s nothing I can’t handle. “I’m good,” I tell him, laying my head on his chest. We both catch our breath, and it’s only now that everything starts to sink in. I got drunk, married my boss, and I just lost my virginity to my husband. My head starts to spin, and I clench my eyes shut and ask myself, what have I done ?
“You still want to check out Vegas... or would you rather stay in this bed all day? I think you know which one I prefer.” He lifts his hips and, amazingly, his cock is already getting hard again.
“How...” I start and am too embarrassed to continue.
“What? You can ask me.”
My silence has him lifting my chin to look at him. “Talk to me, Ava. How what?”
I clear my throat and, even after everything we just did, feel my cheeks blush as I ask, “How are you already hard again?”
He strokes his fingers softly against my cheek. “Since the day you came in for the interview, I’ve been like this, so I’m not surprised that I’m going to be insatiable when it comes to you.”
He slides his hand down and cups my mound. His finger slides between my slit, and I swear it feels as if he’s pushing the come back inside me. “And I would take you again if I didn’t think I’d hurt you.”
He sighs and I can feel the disappointment in him. Wanting to please him, I raise up. “I can...”
He stops me. “Don’t even finish. It’s too soon and you need some time.”
He climbs out from underneath me and stands next to the bed, gazing at my body as if he’s never going to get his fill. “I’m going to run you a bath, and then we’re going to check out Vegas.”
“But...” I start, and he’s shaking his head.
“Nope, I promised I’d show you Vegas, and that’s what we’ll do.”
I watch him disappear into the bathroom and then hear the water running. I climb out of bed and pick up his shirt on the back of the chair. I slide it over my head and pull it down my body just as he steps back into the room.
He stops, staring at me, and his dick twitches between his legs. “I like you in my shirt, Ava.”
I pull at the hem that barely covers my thighs and he comes over to me. He runs his thumb across my lower lip and looks remorseful. “I think I got carried away when I nipped at your lips, baby.”
I shrug because all I know is that everything he did felt good to me.
He walks me to the bathroom and pats me on the butt with a gentle caress. “Take a bath, baby. Take as long as you need.”
I want to ask him to stay, but I don’t.
When he leaves, I strip again and then sit down in the heated water. I moan as the tub continues to fill. With my head laid back, I think back on the events of this morning. There are so many things I’m thinking and wondering about—like how did this even happen?—but all I can do is focus on how he’s made me feel instead of my lack of responsibility. I’ve been married for less than twenty-four hours, and I’ve had unprotected sex, not caring that I could get pregnant by my boss.
I’m not sure how long I lie here, but it’s long enough for my fingers and toes to turn to prunes. With a sigh, I get out of the bathtub, wrap my body in a towel, and then go out into the bedroom to search for clothes. As I’m rummaging through my suitcase, I hear Reese talking. When I hear my name, I move to the door, thinking that he’s calling for me.
The closer I get to the door that leads to the living area, and he continues to talk, I realize he’s on the phone. I should mind my own business and go back to what I was doing, but that’s not who I am. I’m too curious for that so I stand quietly at the door and listen.
“Declan, listen, I got it all under control.”
There’s silence and I wish I could hear what Declan is saying. I’m holding my breath, waiting for more, when Reese says, “Yes, I know how hard it is to find a beautiful plus-sized model.”
There’s a turning in my stomach, and I know what it is. It’s my gut talking and I never ignore it. Not anymore. I’ve screwed up many times by ignoring my gut and I’ve learned my lesson. Something’s not right.
“Declan, you’re worried for nothing. I have it all taken care of. Ava won’t back out… not now.”
The world starts to spin and I put one hand on the wall to keep from falling over. When one hand is not enough, I put my other hand there too and take a deep breath. My towel drops to the floor, and I can barely focus on anything. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I sit down on the carpeted floor and lean my head against the wall. I’m sure I’m a sight. I’m naked, sitting on the floor in a weird angle, but I can’t force myself to care.
Did my boss marry me so I would model for his ad campaign? I want to deny it. There’s no way he’d go to such lengths, but just as quick, I know he’s a businessman before anything else. He loves his company and would do anything for it. If he feels the ad campaign needs a plus-sized model, he would make sure it had one. Even marry one to make it happen.
I hear him blow out a breath. “While I have you on here, I might as well tell you. I married Ava.”
More silence, and I’m holding my breath. He didn’t sound pleased about it at all.
“Yes, that Ava. My assistant.”
With impatience, he answers, “Yes, the model hired for tomorrow.”
The sick feeling returns, but as I hear Reese getting off the phone, I know I don’t want to be discovered here. I struggle to my feet, leaving the towel on the floor, and then run to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I sit down, still naked, on the edge of the bathtub and put my head in my hands. Earlier, it wasn’t so earth-shattering, but now it has a whole new meaning.
I married my boss and lost my virginity to him. Why? So I’d model his stupid sex toys? There has to be more to it than that. I stand up and look in the mirror and see the devastation evident on my face. I’m pale as a ghost and my eyes are wide and lifeless. The marks on my neck remind me of our lovemaking, and I cringe at the way I gave myself to him wholeheartedly.
Reese Donavan is a terrific actor because he had me believing this was real. Fuck, I’m a fool.