Episode 30
Episode 30
A Family Unit
JULIANNE
“Do you Julianne Marie Myers take Giovanni Valentino Falco as your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” I whispered, disbelieving my own voice as I said the two words. I gazed into Giovanni’s beloved face. His lips were sumptuous and pressed together. His entire expression set at sensual, yet calm, while I was a bundle of mashed up nerve endings ready to fire off in every direction with the slightest disturbance.
“And do you Giovanni Valentino Falco, take Julianne Marie Myers as your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Gio squeezed both of my hands in what felt like support. Instantly a sense of calm floated across those rampant nerves, coating the fear with a layer of peace and understanding.
I was not alone. We would handle anything that came our way…together.
A family unit.
“Now, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you husband and wife. Giovanni, you may kiss the bride.”
“Hey there, you sleeping?” Giovanni’s deep voice was a low murmur against my hairline as I stuttered awake.
The back of the limo was dark. Gio’s tuxedo coat covered my upper body, the top tucked against my neck and shoulders, keeping me warm.
“We’re at the airport?” I frowned as I looked out the window.
“After the wedding, you said you wanted to go home. I assumed you meant Manhattan,” he lifted his chin to where his private plane was parked. Falco Corporation was scrawled along the fuselage. The pilot and crew were waiting by the stairs for us to board.
“What about our things?”
“I had management at the hotel pack our bags and prepare them for our departure. I hope I didn’t overstep,” he said, worry in his tone.
I shook my head. “No, it’s great. I do want to go back to New York. We have a lot of work to get done there.”
He cupped my face and caressed my cheekbone with his thumb. “Yes, we do. But let us not forget, it’s our wedding night.” He grinned.
My heart started pounding. “Oh?”
“Come Mrs. Myers-Falco, dinner and a flight await,” he said in that smooth way that always made me and the rest of the single office staffers back at work want to sigh like the smitten Giovanni fan club we were.
My new husband was ridiculously handsome, über rich, and incredibly intelligent. Which was why he was constantly on the media’s radar for Best In Business, Man Of The Year, and often talked about as the most sought-after bachelor in New York.
People were going to flip when they realized he was officially off the market. Especially after all the crap the tabloids posted about him and Bianca when the wedding cancellation announcement went out, and again when they found out she’d married my brother only a month later.
Gio got out of the limo, walked around to my side, opened the door, and offered me his hand. I placed my hand in his, knowing I’d probably follow him anywhere. Things changed after the intimacy we shared in that auction room and when we said, I do . I no longer thought of Gio as my brother’s best friend or my business associate.
He was now my husband.
My husband.
I followed closely as he led me up the stairs of the plane. A table with a white linen cloth and silverware had already been set so I chose a seat there. He sat directly across from me.
“Buckle up, baby. It’s going to be quite the ride.” He winked.
Before I could ask why, the flight attendant approached with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Falco,” the petite woman offered as she set the flutes on the table, opened the champagne, and poured us each a glass. “Your dinner will be brought when we reach cruising altitude. I’ve already turned down the bed and stowed your luggage in the wardrobe.”
“Thank you, we won’t be needing anything until dinner,” Gio stated.
“I’ll make myself scarce until then,” she smiled softly, and disappeared behind a curtain near the cockpit.
Giovanni lifted his glass. “To us?” He tilted his head in question, his gaze laser-focused on me.
“To finding the truth,” I reminded him about what was at stake for me, but then realized he was attempting to be romantic, and I was screwing it up. “And to us.” I tapped my flute against his.
We both sipped the cool, crisp champagne as we took off.
* * * *
We chatted about nothing and everything mundane as our dinner was served. Seared, herb crusted halibut with a delicious lemon-based cream sauce, and grilled vegetables paired with a polenta cake, all to die for.
“Everything was exceptional,” I complimented as the attendant came in carrying a single plate with my very favorite dessert of all time. Chocolate dipped strawberries. I licked my lips. “Is that what I think it is?”
He grinned. “I know how you love the simple pleasures in life. And you have made it no secret how much you enjoy this dessert.” He stood the moment the plate touched the table.
I pouted. “Where are you going?”
He lifted the dessert just as I was about to reach for a giant strawberry coated in dark chocolate and a dusting of crystalized specs that I assumed was sea salt.
“We’re taking this to the bedroom.” He stated with a coy smile.
I unclipped my belt so fast it clacked loudly against the chair arms as I stood. “Lead the way, Mr. Falco.”
He cocked a brow, and I swear my lady bits sighed. He was sex incarnate, and I couldn’t wait to ride him all the way to New York City.
When we entered the small room, I noticed the sheets were a blush-colored satin. Rose petals dotted the surface making the room smell sweet and floral. There were two bedside sconces that must have been on a dimmer because the light was bright enough to see, but not so much that I could discern fine details. Which, if I was a woman who didn’t like the ample curves that good genetics and God Himself had seen fit to gift me with, the lighting would soften any hills and valleys. Since I treated the body I was given like the voluptuous temple it was, I didn’t care either way. And based on how Giovanni’s gaze seemed to covet every inch of me, I knew he very much enjoyed what I had to offer.
“Julianne.” His voice was gruff and thick, sending a shiver down my spine as he stared at me.
“Yes, Gio?” My voice was a needy rasp.
“Take off your dress. I want you naked.”
I smiled and brought my hands to my waist before sliding them up the sides of my breasts and then back down to my hips. “No foreplay?” I teased.
“I never said anything about there being no foreplay,” he growled while tugging at his tie. He tossed the black bit of fabric on the bed.
“Maybe I need help?” I presented him my back and glanced coyly at him over my shoulder.
His gaze traveled down to my rounded ass, and his jaw tightened. It reminded me of the exquisite heat he’d brought to the surface of my skin when he spanked me earlier. A kink I had no idea I was into, but now craved with every shallow breath I took.
He set down the plate of strawberries on one of the bedside tables before he approached, unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling it from his pants.
My mouth went dry at the washboard abs and tanned skin that greeted my eyes. Not to mention the light smattering of dark hair that spread across his toned chest.
“Eyes forward,” he commanded. And it was a command , not a suggestion. The grit in his tone made me do exactly as he said, knowing that if I did, I’d be rewarded with another mind-melting orgasm.
He released the small buttons and then the zipper of my wedding gown, removing the fabric so slowly I trembled when two of his fingers traced the open, bare skin of my spine all the way down to the crack of my ass.
“You’re not wearing anything underneath. I thought you said there was a surprise hiding beneath the lace.” His breath was hot against the shell of my ear as he curled his hands around my shoulders and slipped the fabric over and down my arms. I shimmied just enough for the dress to fall all the way to the floor in a puddle of lace.
“ Surprise .” I taunted. “I’m naked underneath.”
“My favorite kind of surprise.” His breath fanned across the exposed skin of my neck, hands curling around my hips, then up to my waist and higher. He stopped at my ribcage, and I let out the breath I was holding. I wanted him to keep going, to mold his hands over my breasts and tease me until I begged him for more.
But he didn’t. Instead, he allowed just the tips of his fingers to graze the underside of both breasts. My legs shook, and I fisted my hands, a small mewl leaving my lips as I arched in a desperate attempt to get him to touch me.
“Eager, wife?” He pressed a warm kiss to the base of my neck, and I sighed.
“Yes,” I admitted, knowing he wanted to hear me panting for it.
The air between us was energized, suffused with carnal pheromones and lust I could practically taste.
His fingers moved to my shoulders where he traced my skin in a featherlight caress all the way down to where I’d fisted my hands as he pressed the entire front of his body to my bare backside. His erection, still clothed behind his slacks, nestled between my ass cheeks.
I rubbed my bum against him.
“Dirty girl.” He sank his teeth against the space where neck and shoulder met.
I arched into his bite, bringing my arm up and behind me so I could hold on to him. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what, Jules? What do you want me to do to this beautiful body?”
“Touch me.” I rotated my hips in response.
“Oh, I plan to touch every inch of you, especially now that it’s all mine to do whatever I want with it.”
“Yessssss,” I agreed, lifting my other arm and linking them around his neck.
Finally, one of his hands cupped a breast and went straight for my nipple, plucking it like a guitar string, making me moan, as if I was the instrument and my moans, sighs, and pleas the music. His other hand came around the front, and he gripped my rounded stomach, digging his fingers into my flesh.
“Every inch,” he growled as he let go of my belly and shifted his touch down past my pelvis, through the neatly trimmed auburn triangle of hair and straight over my clit. He twirled and teased the tight knot in tandem with his other fingers tugging my nipple, until I was a mewling, panting mess of feral neediness.
“Do you feel how wet I make you?” He nipped at my ear, and I rose up on my toes, thankful for the heels I was still wearing as he plunged his fingers deep inside. “You think you’re ready to take my cock here?” he thrust in and out as he spoke.
“Oh my God.” I was losing my mind and my patience. I wanted his dick, but I was going to come standing in his arms if he didn’t fuck me soon.
“Come for me, Jules. Fuck my fingers until you come, and then I’ll give you my cock and make you sing for me all over again.”
“I can’t twice…” I breathed as I rode those fingers the same way I had earlier.
He chuckled as he thumbed my clit.
I moaned so loud he had to cover my mouth, leaving my nipple with a burning sensation that only added to the intensity of the pleasure I was receiving.
“That’s preposterous. I’m going to make you come many, many times in a row, wife. Just let go and leave your pleasure to me.”
I sighed and rode the waves of the impending orgasm. “Okay,” I breathed, then gasped as he pinched my clit and plunged his fingers so deep and high, I’m pretty sure my toes left the floor. He held me against his body as the orgasm crested and flooded my system. I convulsed wildly, my body twisting with wave after wave of pure Giovanni-induced bliss.
Before I could even realize what was happening, he’d turned me around and backed me onto the bed. I fell onto a cloud of satin, my hair fanning out, my entire body twitching with aftershocks.
That was when he upped the ante, by kicking off his shoes, removing his pants, and shucking off his underwear.
His cock stood powerfully at attention, the tip glistening in the dim light. I watched as a single pearl beaded at the tip and then slid slowly down the length of him.
I groaned and licked my lips.
“You want to put your mouth on my cock, don’t you?” He growled.
“Fuck yeah, gimme.” I reached out, wiggling my fingers, my gaze zeroed in on the dewy, bulbous tip. My mouth watered as Gio wrapped his hand around his length and stroked up and down.
I fucking whimpered at the sight. Not because he wasn’t touching me, but because he was denying me the chance to touch him in this state. The desire to please him , to put my mouth on that cock, to make him cry out in pleasure was all consuming.
“I want it,” I griped, watching intently as he stroked himself leisurely.
“And you shall have it. When I say. Now spread your legs, Julianne. I want to see you weeping for me.”
“ Giovanni ,” I arched, and as my head fell back, I spread my thighs wide open, letting him see everything.
“So damn pretty. You make me want to kneel and worship you. Would you like that, dirty girl? For me to postpone my pleasure and make you come with my mouth?” His voice was like gravel—raw and jagged.
“Gio… please . Your cock.” I swallowed and shifted restlessly.
“Fuck, I love to hear you beg.” He put a knee to the bed, centered just the head of his cock inside me and stopped. “Squeeze the tip, Jules.”
I tightened my vaginal muscles, and he hissed, nostrils flaring, jaw tight. “Good fucking girl. Goddamn you please me.” He panted roughly, then reached for my knee and hiked it up toward my armpit. “Hold on, Jules. I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
He did not lie.
Before I could even get a good grip around his shoulder, he thrust home.
I cried out to God, to Gio, to anyone who would listen as he pounded in and out of me. Pleasure soared straight from where he ground down against my clit and splintered out into a rainbow of euphoric ribbons that glided through my body.
It was raw.
It was wild.
It was the best sex of my life.
And it ended with his mouth over mine, muffling my cries when I screamed as the second unbelievable orgasm flowed over me. He lost himself then, groaning against my skin, pumping furiously until he filled me with his own release.
Boneless and sticky seemingly everywhere, Gio hooked me around the ribs and hiked me up toward the headboard, kissed me deeply, then pushed up and out of me. I shivered at the loss of his warm skin as he went to the small en suite. I heard water running and then stop before he came back with a damp washcloth.
Without even asking, taking every privilege as if it was his right, he opened my legs and wiped his release from between my thighs. When he was done, he covered me with the sheet and went back to the bathroom, disposed of the cloth, then walked completely naked, his cock still half-hard, over to the nightstand.
He lifted a single chocolate covered strawberry and grinned boyishly.
I bit down on my bottom lip with delight and renewed excitement.
“Wife, you absolutely earned more than this delectable treat as a reward, but I’m thinking the two orgasms kind of covered any debts I may owe you for allowing me control in the bedroom.”
“Wow, you think pretty highly of your skills, husband.”
“Let me remind you who was begging whom.” He grinned, reached out and held the strawberry just over my lips.
I lunged and took a huge bite, the sweetness of the chocolate and the tart of the fruit blasting my tastebuds magically.
“Amazing!” I hummed as he leaned over and kissed me, stealing the juice with his nimble tongue.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he murmured, his eyes on me, not the fruit.
Suddenly his phone buzzed.
“Go ahead and get it,” I said as I got up and snatched another berry.
He chuckled and shook his head as he reached for his cellphone. His entire body went completely rigid and not in the good way.
“What is it?” I asked as he slumped onto the bed, his head in his hands, the phone clutched between his fingers.
I grabbed the phone and scanned the message he just read. It was from his ex-fiancée, bitchface Bianca.
My entire body went ice-cold as I read the devastating words.
Gio, we need to talk.
I’m pregnant. Eight weeks.
You may be the father.
The Marriage Auction, Season 2, continues in Book 2. You can read book 2 now !
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