Undeniably Married (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires Book 4)

With her wrists held tight in one hand, I use the other to rip her joggers and panties down her legs. My shorts and boxer briefs follow, pooling around my ankles, and I kick one of my legs free. We didn’t even make it an hour together before we’re at each other, and if she thinks this is the last time we’re doing this, she’s nuts.

Nothing that feels this good and this right should end.

I don’t linger on any of that. The details and bullshit lines she’s manifested in her head can chill out for a little while longer. I’m not going anywhere.

I lick my fingers, only to think better of it, and shove them in her mouth to do that job for me. “Get me nice and clean, princess. I want to put these inside your pussy.”

Her eyes flare, and I can see she wants to fight me more, but she also wants me to use them to fuck her, so like a good girl, she does as I ask her to. For once. It’s going to be months of offense and defense with her. Trick plays and quarterback sneaks.

My fingers slip from her mouth, and I immediately push them inside of her. Her back arches against me, and she hikes her legs up until her feet are on the edge of the table.

Even better.

I shift between her thighs and bring my face inches from hers, so I can watch her as I finger fuck her. She’s so pretty. So fucking pretty I can hardly stand it.

And I tell her that just to watch her reaction when I say, “My wife is so beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Whether you’re beneath me or on top of me or simply across the room. I could watch you watching paint dry, and I still wouldn’t be bored looking at you. But you’re especially exquisite when you’re getting fucked by me.”

Her face pinches up, and she turns her head to the side. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

I smirk. “What? Tell you the truth? I thought you liked my honesty.”

“Mason—”

I suck her lip into my mouth and kiss her because I don’t want to hear it. Not the protest she was about to spew or that this is whatever it is she’s turning it into.

Right now, she’s my wife. And that’s all I care about.

To punctuate that I’m the one in control and not her, I remove my fingers from inside her and use my cock instead, gliding it up and down her wet cunt from her opening up to her clit and back. I dip inside her a little, barely enough, but she writhes and whimpers into me, moving and shifting to try to force me deeper.

“Not yet, my impatient little princess.”

I want her to start to come so I can fuck her as she’s coming and then fuck her into another orgasm. Because no one has made her come the way I do. And that’s how it’s going to stay.

I slide against her, rubbing my cock faster, hitting her firm clit with every pass, and massaging the head of my cock against it just to get her there a little faster. She’s warm and so wet, and her full, soft tits are pressed against my chest and I’m kissing her. It’s goddamn heaven. So sweet and incredible and intoxicating. Just like her.

“Christ, you feel good,” I mumble against her lips. “You have me so wet, I bet my cock could slip right into your ass.”

She moans. and her eyes pinch tighter as she gets closer. I wonder if she’s ever done that before. If she likes it as much as I think she would.

“Do you want that? Me in your ass?”

She pants against my lips, balls her hands still held by mine into fists, and shakes her head no. She does. She just doesn’t want to get that intimate, though what we’ve already done is about as intimate as it gets.

Fine. That can wait.

Her pussy quivers around my cock, her body growing tense and jerky, and I up my pace, focusing on her clit with the head of my cock.

“Oh!” Her back bows and her hands thrash against my grip as she starts to come all over my cock. Perfect. With her like this, I slam straight into her, wrenching a scream from her lungs. “Fuck! Mason!”

That’s it. That’s what I was after.

I start pounding into her, holding her down, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit, and setting a relentless pace. She’s thrashing against me, trying to fuck me back, but it’s nearly impossible with how hard she’s coming right now. And fuck is it tight. Such a snug fit as her pussy works my cock.

I fuck her through her orgasm, keeping the same brutalizing pace. Honestly, it feels too good to stop or slow down, I’m not sure I even can. Didn’t I say this from the start? I was going to fuck her until I left the imprint of myself inside her. Until I’m all she can feel and remember. She will be sore after this. I know she will be. I’m not being gentle.

I’m punishing her. Punishing her for stopping and ignoring all that we could have.

It’s with that thought in mind that I take my other hand that’s been on her hip and bring it up to her throat. Her eyes burst open when she feels the collar I’m placing on her, and I stare down at her, holding her wrists above her head and her throat in my hand as I fuck her into next week. I test the waters, giving her neck a little squeeze, and her eyes roll back in her head as she emits a breathy cry.

Well then.

It seems we’ve uncovered yet another kink.

She likes the idea of being watched, of being caught, and it seems she also likes it when I take from her and choke her.

Mindful of her breathing, I continue to apply pressure to her neck as I pound into her with hard, deep strokes. Sweat tickles my brow, and I wish I weren’t wearing my shirt so I could feel her skin against mine, but at the moment, my hands are too busy to remove it. That’ll come later. That’ll be for rounds two through fifty or until my dick falls off, whichever comes first. She told me I have tonight, which means neither of us is sleeping anytime soon.

I fuck her straight into another orgasm, and the moment I feel her start to spasm around me and see the euphoria on her face, I let go and explode inside of her, coming harder than I think I ever have.

The moment my forehead meets her chest, I release her wrists and neck and pull her against me so I can drag both of us to the floor. Her weight feels good in my arms, and I hold her close, not letting go even when she starts to squirm.

“You told me I had tonight,” I remind her.

“And we shouldn’t have done that.” She sighs. “I’m sending mixed signals. I know I am. I get swept up in the moment and then the after hits me, and I don’t know what to do with it.”

“Stop overthinking it, Sorel. You already laid your rules down before me. We have tonight. Reality can come back to us tomorrow. Okay?” I pull away from her neck and meet her face. “Okay?” I ask again because she still looks uncertain.

She swallows and nods. “Okay.” Then she laughs. “I need to get cleaned up again. And freaking eat dinner.”

I smile and kiss the tip of her nose, then help us both to stand. We get dressed, and she runs off to use the restroom before she returns with a sweet smile and climbs back up on the table. She digs into her pasta with gusto, and we talk about her work and even mine.

Much to my surprise, after she’s done eating and we’ve cleaned up our mess, she snuggles with me on the sofa as I put on some chick flick that would make Katy proud.

“You didn’t have to put this on.”

I tilt my head to meet her gaze, my brow pinched. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a chick flick.” She points to the screen as she shifts deeper into the sofa.

I squint at her. “So?”

“So you don’t have to put that on to impress me. I’d watch almost anything.”

I sit up a little straighter. “Do you like this movie? Have you seen it?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Would you like to?”

She shrugs. “I mean, sure, but you don’t have to put it on for me. I get that it’s not really a guy movie. We can watch something else. Sports are fine if that’s what you’d rather go with.”

Wow. Her ex is a real piece of shit. I don’t think she realizes what she’s saying or doing. It’s not being kind or considerate. It’s putting herself second because she’s too worried about pleasing me. I think back and realize we’ve never just hung out at my place to watch anything. When we’ve hung out, we mostly talked and ate food and even tried to kick each other’s asses at Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble, but I don’t think in the year we’ve been friends that we’ve ever simply watched a movie or TV together other than what was on in the background.

I wish I had known about this sooner.

“I’m going to assume Brody never watched these types of movies with you.”

She flushes ever so slightly. “No. They’re not his thing.”

“So you always watched what he wanted to watch and he never reciprocated?”

She looks away, but the answer is obvious. Yeah, I should have punched him when I had the chance. What a selfish asshole. Half the fun of watching movies like these is snuggling up with your woman and watching her smile and laugh and then showing her how you can fuck her better than the hero in the movie fucks his girl. Fool didn’t understand the assignment.

“Sorel, I want to watch this movie with you. It’s a good one, and I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, and you’ve seen it?” Her sarcasm makes me chuckle.

I hold in my smug grin. “Yep. I can even tell you the ending, though you can probably guess on your own since it’s a bit formulaic and predictable.” I hold up a hand. “Not that I have anything against that.”

She stares at me as if such a thing is entirely unheard of by the male species.

“Katy and I have a standing date when we can make it work,” I explain. “At least once a month we hang out and watch a movie together at my place or hers. It gives me time to see baby Willow, which is always a bonus, and Katy has this thing where she doesn’t like swearing in front of the baby. With that, we watch classics, chick flicks, or cute rom-coms. I’ve sort of gotten into them.”

Sorel does a slow, owl blink at me, her lips parted slightly as if she doesn’t know what to do with that information.

“For real? How did I not know this?”

I wrap my arm around her and snuggle her in close. “I don’t know. We don’t advertise it much because we don’t want others jumping in on our movie sessions, which they would have, along with their opinions about what to watch. We’re very specific. Now enjoy the fun of watching a chick flick with a guy who likes touching you and making you come.”

She places a soft kiss on my neck and rests her head on my shoulder as we curl up, and the movie starts. This is perfection. This is everything I wanted. Everything. And in a few short hours, I’m going to lose it all.

Tomorrow is going to suck.