I went to the door and opened it, finding both Eva and room service waiting. Dressed as I’d seen
her earlier, Eva looked like a bad girl, renewing my hard-on in an instant. Her hair was limp and her face shiny, her mascara running slightly. She smelled like clean sweat and alcohol.
If the server hadn’t been standing behind her, I would’ve had her on her back on the foyer tile
before she knew what hit her.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed, eyeing me from head to toe.
I glanced down. I was still overheated, my skin shiny with sweat. The waistband of my sweats was
wet with it, drawing attention to the erection I didn’t even try to will away. “Sorry, you caught me midworkout.”
“What are you doing in San Diego?” she demanded from the hallway.
Stepping back, I gestured for her to come in.
She didn’t move. “I’m not getting sucked into your sex-god vortex until you answer me.”
“I’m here on business.”
“Bullshit.” Her arms crossed.
Reaching out, I caught her by the elbow and tugged her in. “I can prove it.”
Room service rolled the cart in after her.
“You’re way too optimistic,” she muttered, looking at the order as I signed the receipt.
I handed the bill and stylus back, waited for the server to leave, then walked over to the phone by
the sofa. I dialed Arash’s room.
“Are you serious?” he answered, sounding groggy. “Some of us sleep, Cross.”
“My wife wants to talk to you.”
“What?” Sheets rustled. “Where are you?”
“In my room.” I held the receiver out to Eva. “My attorney.”
“Are you nuts?” she asked. “It’s five in the morning in New York! On a Sunday!”
“He’s in the room next door. Take it. Ask him if I’ve been working today.”
She marched over and snatched the phone out of my hand. “You should get a new job,” she told
him. “Your boss is insane.”
He replied and she sighed. “Before.” She glanced at me. “Thank God he’s hot. Still, I might get my
head checked. Sorry he woke you up. Go back to sleep.”
Eva held the phone out to me.
I took it and put it to my ear. “As she said, go back to sleep.”
“I like her. She gives you shit.”
My gaze slid over her. “I like her, too. Good night.”
I hung up and reached for her.
She backed up, avoiding my grasp. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“Didn’t want to cramp your style.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
My brows rose. “Asks the wife who tracked my phone to my hotel.”
“I was just curious if you were staying in the penthouse or not!”
She pouted when I only continued to eye her. “And … I missed you.”
“I’m right here, angel.” I opened my arms to her. “Come and get me.”
Her nose wrinkled. “I have to shower. I stink.”
“We’re both sweaty.” I went to her. This time, she didn’t pull away. “And I love the way you
smell. You know that.”
I put my hands on her waist, sliding them up until I hugged her delicate rib cage just beneath the full swell of her tits. I cupped them through her top, gently hefting their weight, squeezing softly.
I’d never had a fetish for particular parts of the female body, until Eva. I worshipped every inch of her, cherished all of her generous curves.
The pads of my thumbs circled her nipples, feeling them harden. “I love the way you feel.”
Lowering my head, I found the crook of her neck and nuzzled her, rubbing my damp hair against
her.
She moaned. “No fair. You’re all ripped and shiny and mostly naked, and I have no willpower.”
“You don’t need any.” I pushed my hands beneath her tank and freed the clasp of her bra. “Let me
have you, Eva.”
I sucked in a slow, deep breath as she reached under the elastic of my waistband and gripped my
cock.
“Yum,” she whispered. “Look what I found.”
“Angel.” I cupped her ass. “Tell me you want it exactly the way I want to give it to you.”
She looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “And how would that be?”
“Here. On the floor. Your jeans caught around one ankle, your shirt pushed up, your underwear
shoved to the side. I want my cock inside you, my cum filling you.” I slid my tongue along the racing pulse in her neck. “I’ll take care of you once I get you to bed, but right now … I just want to use you.”
She trembled. “Gideon.”
Banding one arm behind her thighs, I pulled her feet out from under her and lowered her carefully
to the carpet. My mouth found hers soft and hot and wet, her tongue licking mine. Her arms wrapped
around my neck, trying to hold me. I let her, my knees straddling her hips, my fingers opening her
jeans.
Her belly was flat and silky smooth, concaving with a giggle when my knuckles brushed her sides.
Her ticklishness made me smile into our kiss, joy filling my chest until it felt too small to contain it.
“You’ll stay with me,” I told her. “Wake up with me.”
“Yes.” Her hips lifted to help me yank her pants down.
I freed one leg and left the other trapped, my hands pushing her thighs open so I could see her. Her panties were skewed from pulling off her jeans, giving her just the look I wanted.
She was my wife. My most valuable possession; I treasured her. But I loved her slutty and dirty,
too. A sexual object for my pleasure. The one woman who could silence the memories in my head and
set me free.
“Angel.” I slid down, lying prone, my mouth watering for the taste of her.
“No,” she protested, her hands covering herself.
I pinned her wrists at her sides and glared. “I want you like this.”
“Gideon—”
I licked her through the silk and she arched with a whimper, her heels digging into the carpet and
lifting her cunt to my mouth. I pulled her panties aside with my teeth and uncovered the impossibly
soft skin. A rough sound left me, my dick hardening to the point of pain.
Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked her, licked her. Felt her tense up. I released her hands, knowing she was mine now, helpless to fight me.
“Oh God,” she breathed, writhing. “Your mouth …”
Spreading her wide with my shoulders, I tongued her, driving her to come. Her fingers pulled at my
hair, tugging painfully at the roots, spurring me on until she climaxed with a startled cry. I licked inside her, fucking her, feeling her quiver around my tongue. She grew slicker, hotter.
I rubbed against her clit and slid two fingers inside her, grinding my hips into the floor at the feel of her tight plushness. My cock ached to sink into that snug heat, knowing how amazing it felt, craving the constriction.
“Please,” Eva begged, grinding into the thrust of my fingers, needing the slide of my dick to fill her.
I wanted to fuck. To come. Not because I needed sex, but because I needed
her
.
Her body twisted and tensed with another orgasm, her neck arching as she cried out.
Wiping my wet mouth on her inner thigh, I rose to my knees and shoved my sweats down. I placed
one hand on the floor and used the other to aim my cock, levering over her and notching the throbbing head against her. I thrust hard, putting the weight of my body behind it, surging through the tight clasp with a groan.
“Gideon.”
“Christ.” I rubbed my sweat-slick forehead against her cheek, wanting her to smell like me. Her
nails were in my back, digging in. I wanted them to mark me, scar me.
Cupping her ass, I lifted her, angled her, digging my feet into the carpet for the leverage I needed to push all the way in. Eva gasped and churned her hips, working to fit me.
“Take me,” I hissed through clenched teeth, fighting the need to come before she took all of my
cock. “Let me in.”
Her cunt rippled, sucking at me. I pinned her shoulder to hold her still and thrust harder. She gave, letting me have her.
The feel of her clutching the entire length of my dick was all I needed. Wrapping myself around
her, I held her against me, kissing her roughly, coming with a violence that left me trembling in her arms.
STEAM curled around us as I cradled Eva in the suite’s massive sunken tub. Her wet hair clung to my
chest, her arms draped over mine where they hugged her waist.
“Ace.”
“Hmm?” I pressed my lips to her temple.
“If we couldn’t be together—not that it would ever happen, just hypothetically—would you sleep
with someone who looked like me? I mean, I know I’m not your usual type, but would you want to
pretend with someone who reminded you of me?”
“I’m not going to speculate on situations that will never occur.”
“Gideon.” She leaned to the side, tilting her head back to look at me. “I get it. I tried to think if I would find any comfort in being with someone similar to you. Like maybe if it was dark and his hair
was your length—”
My hold tightened. “Eva. Don’t tell me about fantasies of other men.”
“God. As usual, you’re not listening.”
“What the fuck is this about?” I knew, of course. But there were no avenues in the topic I wanted to explore.
“Brett’s sleeping with that girl from the ‘Golden’ video. The one who looks like me.”
“No one looks like you.”
She rolled her eyes.
“She may have your curves,” I conceded, “but she doesn’t sound like you. She doesn’t have your
sense of humor, your wit. She doesn’t have your heart.”
“Oh, Gideon.”
I brushed wet fingertips over her brow. “Turning off the lights wouldn’t help me at all. A random,
stacked blonde wouldn’t smell like you. She wouldn’t move the way you do. She wouldn’t touch me
the same way, need me the same way.”
Her face softened and she pressed her cheek against my shoulder. “That’s what I thought, too. I
couldn’t do it. And the moment I saw Brett with that girl, I knew that you wouldn’t do it, either.”
“Not with anyone. Ever.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’ve changed what sex means to me, Eva.
I couldn’t go back. I wouldn’t even try.”
She shifted around to straddle me, sending water sloshing up and over the rim of the tub. I looked at her, taking in the slicked-back hair the color of wheat, the smudges left by her makeup, the sheen of water on her golden skin.
Her fingers massaged the nape of my neck. “My dad wants to pay for the wedding.”
“Does he now?”
She nodded. “I need you to be okay with that.”
I was okay with anything when I had my naked, wet, and frisky wife wrapped around me. “I’ve had
the wedding I wanted. You can do whatever you like this time around.”
Her brilliant smile and enthusiastic kiss were all the reward I needed. “I love you.”
I pulled her closer.
She bit her lower lip, then said, “My mom is going to have a fit. She can blow through fifty
thousand dollars in just flowers and invitations.”
“So tell your parents your dad is paying for the wedding and your mom can pitch in for the
reception. Problem solved.”
“Ooh. I like that. You’re handy to have around, Mr. Cross.”
I lifted her and licked across her nipple. “Let me prove it.”
THE bedroom was lightening with the coming dawn when Eva’s breathing settled into the deep, even
rhythm of sleep. I extricated myself from both her arms and the sheets as carefully as possible,
standing beside the bed to watch her. Her hair was tumbled around her shoulders, her lips and cheeks flushed from sex. I rubbed my chest, pained by how tight it had become.
Leaving her like this was always hard and became more difficult by the day. My skin hurt from
being parted from hers.
I closed the curtains in the bedroom, then moved into the living room and did the same there,
plunging the room into darkness.
Then I settled on the sofa and fell asleep.
A sudden flash of light woke me. Blinking, I scrubbed at my gritty eyes and saw that the curtains had been parted to send sunlight shafting across my face. Eva walked toward me, the light haloing around her naked body.
“Hey,” she whispered, sinking to her knees beside me. “You said I’d wake up with you.”
“What time is it?” I looked at my watch, saw I’d only been asleep an hour and a half. “You were
supposed to sleep longer.”
She pressed her lips to my abs. “I don’t sleep well without you.”
Regret pierced me. My wife needed things I couldn’t give her. She woke me with light instead of a
touch because she feared my reaction. She was right to be cautious. In the grip of a nightmare, the
stroke of a hand might have me waking up with fists flying.
I brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m sorry.”
For everything. For all you’re giving up to be
with me.
“Shh.” She lifted the elastic waistband of my sweats and pushed it down past my cock. I was hard
for her. How could I help it when she came to me naked and sleepy-eyed?
Her mouth wrapped around the head of my dick.
I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned, surrendering.
KNOCKING at the door woke me the next time. Eva stirred in my arms, cuddled against me on the
narrow stretch of the sofa.
“Goddamn it,” I muttered, pulling her tighter against me.
“Ignore it.”
The knocking continued.
I leaned my head back and yelled, “Go away.”
“I come bearing coffee and croissants,” Arash shouted back. “Open up, Cross, it’s after noon and I
want to meet your lady.”
“Christ.”
Eva blinked up at me. “Your lawyer?”
“He was.” I sat up and shoved my hands through my hair. “We’re going away, you and me. Soon.
Far away.”
She kissed the small of my back. “Sounds good.”
I shoved my feet into the legs of my sweats, then stood to pull them up. Eva took the opportunity to smack me on the bare ass.
“I heard that!” Arash yelled. “Cut it out and open up.”
“You’re fired,” I told him, striding toward the door. I glanced back to tell Eva to cover herself, but she was already running into the bedroom.