7. Damien
SEVEN
DAMIEN
Understanding dawns on Felicity’s face as she stares at me. Silently, I take her hand and pull her into my side, praying Bradshaw doesn’t question her reaction or my own.
“Make sure to lock up,” I tell him as I guide her to the stairs. “And of course, you, Daphne, and Brandon are free to use the other rooms.”
Bradshaw frowns as he watches us. “And where are the two of you going?”
“The cottage,” I reply, smile tight. “Unless you want to listen?—”
“Absolutely not.” He pushes away from the railing with a scoff. “But what a cosy little thing.”
I nod in response and pick up speed, taking us through the rows of garden beds, following the gravel path to the cottage.
“What are you doing?” Felicity asks as I push open the door.
“Spending our first night together as husband and wife,” I mutter, herding her inside. The only problem: the mountain of stuff from the den. It takes up most available standing space, blocking the entirety of the small living area. “Have you really been living like this since the pipe burst?”
Felicity huffs as she shoves out of my grip and pulls the white ribbon from her hair. Orange curls fall from the top of her head, cascading down her back. “It would have been so much easier to just take the honeymoon suite. It’s fitted with a pull-out so we could hide without them knowing.”
“Well, I didn’t know there was one. But also, like I said to Bradshaw, they won’t want to listen.” I wag my brows, but she just shoots me a look. “You’re sick of me, aren’t you?”
She rolls her eyes as she bends down to pull her heels off. “Ugh. Yes and no.”
“Here, I’ll get them,” I tell her as I kneel to look at them. White straps wind up her calves and tie in perfect bows. “You have a thing for ribbons, I take it?”
“I am more than capable of taking off my own shoes,” she huffs, though doesn’t protest once I undo the ribbon holding them up. I carefully unwrap them from her calves, taking in the marks they left behind.
“As much as I appreciate you getting so dolled up for our fake wedding, this looks painful,” I tell her as I glance up.
My position on the floor gives me far too much of a view; as she holds up the hem of her dress, I catch a glimpse of her milky thighs, the way her breasts spill over the dress all too inviting.
I have to swallow hard and refocus on getting the heal off.
Felicity groans once the first shoe is off, and the sound has my cock standing to attention. I make quick work of the second one, trying to ignore the marks marring her legs.
“I only thought I’d be in these for a few hours, max. Not all day,” she says once the second is off and on the floor beside me. I release her when she takes a step back with a lot of reluctance. “This is why I wear boots everywhere.”
I swallow hard as I rise and take another look around. Aside from the small kitchen in the corner, she has a two-chair table, a door I assume leads into a bathroom, another that might be a closet, and a bed.
“No sofa for me to crash on?” I ask as I look down at her.
A flush forms on her cheeks. “I wasn’t exactly expecting you in here.”
I shrug. “That’s why I dumped my bags inside this morning.” I point to my suitcase, which I’d put inside the door without looking much further into the room. “The rest of my stuff is in the trunk of the car.”
Felicity’s mouth opens and closes. “What?”
“I’m going to have a shower and clean up. Unless you want in first?” I offer, moving towards my bag. “I will be a gentleman. I think there’s enough space on the floor if you have some extra blankets.”
She blinks rapidly. “You’re serious about staying here.”
“Of course, I am. You might have gotten Bradshaw on your side, but we still have to convince everyone else we’re really a couple.
And I would never abandon my new wife on our wedding night.
” I pull out a pair of pyjama pants and my toiletries bag without looking at her, though I already know what expression will be playing on her face: reluctance with a side of irritation because she knows I’m right.
“We only need this to last until they leave.” I turn to her and move to stand in front of her again. “That’s the deal, remember?”
Felicity blinks hard and nods firmly. “Right. Yes. Go. Shower.”
“Are you sure?” I carefully take in her features, but she just gives me another nod. “Okay. I won’t be long.”
Thank god. I need to get the attraction out of my system. At least she didn’t notice how hard I am and that she’s the reason why.
I escape into the tiny bathroom and lock the door behind me. As I go to turn the shower on, I hear rustling beyond the door, then soft music. Frowning, I quietly open the door to take in Felicity standing by the bed as she pulls the dress over her head.
Fuck, I know I shouldn’t, but I’m locked in place as I watch the slow reveal of her pale skin. Lace panties hug the globes of her ass, but as the dress goes over her head, I realise she’d gone the entire day without a bra. Her back is completely bare, skin smooth like silk.
I swallow hard past the lump forming in my throat as she turns slightly, giving me a glimpse at the peaks of her breast. Nipples pert and hard, she visibly shivers before hiding herself from view.
Now, I’m more than just rock hard. I want to think I’ve grown out of getting hard at every little part of a woman’s body. It feels juvenile, knowing it was from seeing her thighs. But the power she holds over me is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
I start the shower cold and make quick work of cleaning myself.
It was a start, but we still have a long road ahead of us if we want this to work.
In a week, I’ll have another real meeting with Bradshaw to go over the inheritance.
It could still take months before it gets released to me, but once it’s secured, then the charade will be over.
Doubt and disappointment slam into me, but I try to ignore both as I cut the water and get out. I find a towel and dry off without giving Felicity or the day another thought.
Even still, in the quiet of the bathroom with her soft music playing, all I can think about is our kiss. The way she’d felt pressed against me. And with that comes her naked body. Supple skin, smooth and soft, her?—
I cut that thought process off with a shake of my head. Once I’m dressed, I open the door again softly and peer out.
Felicity is already in bed, having left a pile of blankets on the floor for me, made up to look like a bed. But it’s not the bed on the floor that captures my attention.
It’s Felicity, lying beneath her blanket, with her knees up and spread, one hand beneath the blanket, while the other grips her phone.
I don’t need x-ray vision to know what she’s doing beneath the blanket.
Not when her hand moves below like she’s fucking her fingers, not as I watch her chest rise and fall as she pants.
I don’t think she’s noticed that the shower has turned off or that the door opened, because her eyes are locked on the screen, fingers doing exactly what they need to do.
Felicity doesn’t strike me as a woman who watches porn. No, she’s the kind of woman who probably reads it.
But what kind?
It turns me on more than I expect it to. All that work I did to get rid of the boner goes down the drain, especially at her little moan.
I grip myself through my hands, hard and already weeping. Fuck.
“Oh!” The phone falls from her hand, landing on the bed when she finally notices me. Her knees come together, thighs locking around her hand. But it’s her flushed cheeks and wide eyes, the little pout shaping her lips that has me stepping forward without releasing myself.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I say, moving closer. “You looked like you were just getting started.”
“I-it’s not what it l-looks like,” she stutters.
I shrug. “Well, at least one of us should have a little fun on our wedding night. Is it even a real wedding without an orgasm?” I ask, quirking a brow. “But if you do continue, at least let your husband watch.”
The flush of her cheeks darkens. “Damien…”
“No, please.” I stop beside the bed, grabbing her phone. “Let’s see what sort of smut you read.”
She finally pulls her hand from between her thighs to make a grab for the device, but I hold it out of her reach. “Don’t.”
I can’t help but smirk. “Is this…” I read over the page, which explicitly says billionaire and swipes his cock through my wet cunt in the same line. “Oh, if you wanted to know what a billionaire would do, you could have just asked.”
Felicity covers her face with her hands. “Oh, god. No.”
“Blanket down, little wife,” I command as I set her phone on the nightstand and move to the end of the bed. “And part your thighs.”
She uncovers her eyes as I pull my pyjama pants down, eyes widening as she takes me in.
I take a lot of pride in staying fit. It’s a bit of an ego thing, but when I spend most of my time dealing with accounts and numbers, sometimes I just need to get that pent up energy out in other ways.
It used to be through sex, now it’s in the gym. Jogging in the morning, while I’m here.
But it’s when her eyes land on my cock that I smirk. Taking myself by the base, I stroke my length slowly. “This could be at least a little beneficial for us both. Just remove the blanket.”
Felicity visibly shudders. “Or we could forget this happened?”
“Do you think you’ll forget? Because I won’t.” It’s the only thing I’ll be thinking about all night. How she would have felt strangling her fingers. How she could have felt strangling my cock instead.
She presses her lips into a firm line before finally shoving the blanket aside. I suck in a breath at the sight of her; a small patch of hair curls above the slit, and as her legs widen, I’m met with the wetness of her pussy, slick and inviting.
I groan as my knees land on the edge of the bed. “So fucking pretty, you know that?” I ask, stroking myself. “Let me see what those fingers were doing when I caught you.”
“O-okay,” she whispers as she swipes her middle finger through herself. I try to keep my strokes slow as I lock in on her movements.
First, she circles her clit like she’s teasing herself, but she becomes a little bolder as she moves to her entrance and slides it in. A sound lodges in her throat, which only makes pressure build inside me. It’s becoming too much, and I can’t stop myself from picking up the tempo.
“Fuck your fingers before I fuck you, little wife, and let me see how you come.”