The Convenient Wife (A BWWM Steamy Marriage of Convenience Romance) (12 page)

“Dorian,” I whispered, looking up at
him through my lashes, “I think that it’s time that the two of us turned in for
the night.”

A flash of what looked like
disappointment crossed his face, which I quickly dispelled with another soft,
but fleeting kiss.

“A marriage isn’t official until you
consummate,” I murmured against his lips.

He looked surprised at first,
cocking his brow in that way I’d come to appreciate. As I bit my lip and stared
at him I watched his expression shift, his blue eyes darkening like storm
clouds over a sea. There was a glint in them that looked almost dangerous. It
thrilled me to no end.

Dorian lifted me up into his arms,
literally sweeping my off my feet and carrying me toward an open door just off
of the living room, bridal-style. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had
honestly carried me anywhere, let alone into their bed. I loved it.

I wrapped my arms around Dorian’s
neck as he carried me over the threshold of his bedroom door. I’d never
realized how wonderfully defined his muscles were, the blazing sensation of his
skin underneath my fingertips prompting goosebumps to rise along my neck. I
could feel how warm he was even through his suit, and when he pressed his mouth
to my shoulder and neck, even his lips were scorching.

I closed my eyes, relaxing into the
warmth of his body as he laid me down on the soft, silken sheets of his
enormous, California king-sized bed.

I looked down my body at him, watching
him work at his button-down dress shirt until it hung open, showcasing his trim
figure with just the slightest hint of abs rippling along his stomach. I never
saw the appeal of those air-brushed, rock-hard underwear models you’d see on
every billboard. I liked a man with just a little softness to him, something I
could hold onto.

I bit my lip and smiled as he lost
his slacks, watching as he revealed the rigid bulge in his tight boxer-briefs.
I made a soft sound in my throat, my eyes widening at the impressiveness of his
package.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, feeling a
familiar warmth rising up between my legs as Dorian crawled onto the bed. My
heart started to pound and I started to fully realize what was about to happen.
It hit me all at once that I hadn’t actually been with anyone in almost a year,
and now I was laying sprawled out on the bed of my new husband.

My new,
incredibly hot
husband.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,
Gigi,” he whispered to me, fingers gingerly sliding down the zipper on the back
of my dress.

I began to quake, butterflies
swarming in my stomach as Dorian Lambert undressed me, this time with more than
just his eyes. He slid my new dress effortlessly from my body, just like he was
pulling a glove off his hand, appreciating me with his gaze with each new inch
of my skin he revealed. No, “appreciating” wasn’t the right word. Dorian was
devouring
me, his eyes smoldering as he
unwrapped me like a present.

He’d given me two wedding gifts so
far, I realized. Maybe now I was giving one to him.

I laid beneath him in nothing but my
bra and panties, my dark flesh pressed against his ivory white skin as his lips
worked their way downward from my neck. My eyes rolled back as I relaxed
against his bed, my back arching as his lips brushed over the mounds of my
cleavage. He was so gentle, attentive, nothing like the other men I’d been
with—who’d rush straight for the parts of me they wanted and then turn over,
leaving me to look after my disregarded needs. But Dorian made me feel wanted,
desired
, as though I was the entire
center of his universe.

My eyes sprung open as I felt his
lips begin exploring just below my waist. He brushed over the band of my
panties and sent a crackling wave of arousal up along my spine, then back
between my thighs. A slickness bloomed inside my panties, making my hips
squirm. I felt his warm breath penetrating the thin, lacy fabric against my
crotch, drawing a soft moan from my lips.

“Oh, God! Dorian…” I whimpered,
looking down at him, the mounds of my breasts framing his face as he began to
kiss right over where my damp sex waited. Each brush of his lips brought
another whimper of pleasure, a squirm, or arch of my back.

“I don’t think we need these,
anymore, do we?” he teased, slipping his fingers underneath the band and
playfully working my sopping panties down my hips and over my tight, round ass
until he could pluck them from around my ankles.

I whined softly, feeling the wetness
down below only worsening as I watched him toss them out of sight. He grinned
up at me, gently pushing my thighs apart as he knelt down on all fours once
again, pausing a moment to take in the scent of my womanhood before he laid his
lips gently against my wanting pussy.

I cried out, louder than I’d
intended as I felt his mouth brushing over the hood of my clit, then the soft
caresses of his probing tongue working its way toward the aching little nub. My
body squirmed out of my control, thighs trembling as he slipped my legs over
his shoulders. He buried himself against the mound of my sex, his eyes closed,
reveling in my taste as his tongue found its mark and began softly lapping at
my pearl.

I bucked my hips against his mouth,
desperate for more of his expert ministrations. I’d never felt so vulnerable in
my life, yet so comfortable, too. Dorian’s firm hands on my hips soothed me in
a way I’d never felt before, affording me the sense that he’d be there to catch
me if I started to fall.

“Dorian! Oh, yes!” I gasped,
reaching down to run my fingers through his soft hair. As he flicked his
talented tongue against my clit, I reflexively grabbed a handful of his tresses,
drawing an arousing moan of pleasure from him. “It feels so good!”

I felt myself slowly being carried
away by the waves of pleasure, letting them lap at my body over and over, each
one growing bigger than the last. I felt a familiar tightness growing between
my hips, a pressure that only built the more Dorian pleasured me. Dorian was an
incredibly skilled lover; the way he made my body writhe only serving to
heighten my pleasure. My chest rose and fell more rapidly, my breasts heaving
as each exhalation became a cry of pleasure, and soon I sensed the overwhelming
crescendo of my orgasm looming over me.

“Dorian,” I whimpered, looking down
into his beautiful eyes, “I’m gonna cum, baby…!”

A scream ripped from my lips, my
eyes screwing shut as my body mutinied against all of my commands. My muscles
quivered and trembled and my hips bucked and writhed against Dorian’s
still-lapping tongue, stoking the blazing fires of my climax higher and higher
until it was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck!” I cried out to the darkness
of Dorian’s bedroom, my fingers digging into the silk sheets as the maelstrom
of my orgasm began to subside. “Oh, God…”

My heart gradually slowed, my body
returning to my own conscious control once again. I felt like the cat who ate
the cream, a deep sensation of satisfaction welling up inside of me that I’d never
felt with a man before. I grinned lazily down at Dorian, my fingers running
through his hair as he rose up from between my thighs.

“Good?” he asked, a grin on his lips
as he wiped my glistening lust from them. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly,
to taste myself in his kiss.

“You couldn’t tell?” I asked,
squirming as he crawled on top of me. It wasn’t until I felt the hard press of
his confined cock that I realize what
else
I was craving. The thought of him inside of me, sliding himself in and out of my
warmth, made me shudder with anticipation.

“I want to hear you say it,” he whispered
in my ear, sending goosebumps all along my body.

“I fucking
loved
it,” I moaned, pressing my hips up against him. “And I think
that you and I have a little…
legal
business to take care of.”

“Such as?” he asked, his voice a
purr as he started to grind against my hip.

“This,” I whispered, reaching
between us and caressing the hard rod of his cock through his underwear. “You need
to give me a baby.
Now
.”

Dorian moaned softly and began to
slide his underwear off his hips. I watched with bated breath, a smile on my
face as his thick cock sprang free from its prison. He was
big
, bigger than most of the men I’d been with, and I was more than
ready to feel him slide it deep inside of me. I wouldn’t have admitted it to
anyone, but the thought of him getting me pregnant turned me on more than I
ever thought possible.

What
the hell is this white boy doing to me?
Whatever it was, I hoped he’d do it all night long.

“Come here,” I said, spreading my
legs for him, my upper body propped up on my elbows as he positioned himself
between my thighs. My heart started to race again as I eagerly watched his
pulsing tip press ever closer to my slit.

I closed my eyes as I felt the first
press of his cock against my opening, a shiver of satisfaction running through
me as he slowly started to work himself inside.

Dorian took his time, working his
thick shaft in inch by inch up to his base. I moaned loudly, not realizing how
much I’d actually missed the sensation of being completely filled by a man’s
cock. I squirmed impatiently, wanting to feel him as deep as I could inside of
me.

“Holy fuck, Dorian,” I breathed,
looking up at him as he started to thrust in and out of me.

He knew what he was doing, and it
only made everything that much better. I flexed around him, drawing a deep moan
from his lips as a wild look flashed across his eyes. Rocking my hips, I
matched his rhythm. Dorian might have sewn his wild oats, but none of those
girls could hold a candle to the way I was going to make Dorian’s cock pulse
inside of me.

He was so hard. I moaned and whined
for him, looking up into his eyes grabbing at my breasts, pulling them from the
lacy cups of my bra so that he could watch me tease at my dark nipples.

I closed my eyes, my back arching as
another wave of pleasure pulsed through me, that fire building inside of my
body once again, more rapidly than the last time. I smiled and relaxed into it,
eagerly bracing myself for another orgasm to wash over me.

The more Dorian thrust inside of me,
the more I moaned and squirmed, arching my back off the bed as I started to
hear him join me, his pulsing cock swelling with a thick load of cum ready to
spill inside of me. I wanted it so badly—no, it was more than a want. I
needed
that cum inside of me.

“Fuck, don’t stop baby!” I moaned,
my hips bucking in time with his thrusts as we both barreled closer to our own
climaxes. “That’s it! I want it, I want to cum with you inside of me! Cum for
me!”

He let out a loud, deliciously sexy
moan, slamming his hips against mine suddenly as a deep warmth flowed inside of
me. Almost simultaneously I cried out for him, my body shaking and quivering in
the throes of absolute bliss, convulsing around his magnificent cock.

If I had thought I’d been satisfied
before, it couldn’t begin to compare to the pure sense of fulfillment that
radiated through me as I felt Dorian’s cock pouring his seed into my body.
Every throb of his dick sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making me gasp as
his tip ejected another load deep inside.

I closed my eyes, my full lips spread
in the biggest smile I’d worn in what felt like years as my new husband
stretched out beside me, fingertips trailing over the line of my stomach. I
breathed a sigh of contentment, opening my eyes halfway to drink my lover’s
naked body in as he lavished more affection on me.

“That was good,” Dorian whispered,
our bodies reflected in the mirrored ceiling.

“I wasn’t done yet,” I replied,
throwing one of my beautifully mocha legs up and over his muscular stomach.

“You’re going to kill me,” he said
as I shifted myself downward, engulfing his throbbing cock in one smooth
motion.

If
you don’t stay hard for me
,
I thought,
I just might.

I sat in bed next to Gigi, the
moonlight from outside streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows that made
up the exterior wall of my master bedroom. She looked like some kind of angel,
her body lit up with silver highlights and her hair splayed out in a way that
made me think I’d just slept with a Botticelli painting. She was gorgeous, a
divine sweetness radiating from her as she snuggled up beside me, the silk
sheets barely covering up her naked body. She looked like a goddess.

We’d gotten to my penthouse in the
late afternoon. And then we’d made love all night. After the way things went
with my mother, this was definitely not what I was expecting.

Not that I had any complaints.

For at least a little while I was
free of worries, free of all my cares as the warm glow from the embers of our
lovemaking washed over me. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d stuck
around after sex—the same could be said for many of my previous partners. But
lying there with Gigi felt…
right
. I
couldn’t remember the last time I felt his good about something—anything.

Maybe
there’s something more here
,
I thought, a soft smile finding its way to my lips as I watched her turn over
in bed with nothing more than a soft whimper. I brushed the tip of my finger
along the line of her arm, turning her whimper into a soft coo of delight. My
heart warmed as I turned her worries to happiness.
Maybe I can make this work
.

I knew how crazy it sounded the
moment that the thought floated through my head. How could the two of us hope
to be happy? She wasn’t like any woman I’d ever been with before. I always went
for the college co-ed looking to explore their wild side, the horny sorority
girl, or even my own fellow bored dilettantes, eager for a good way to spend
their money—especially if it involved sex.

Gigi was nothing like any of those
people. She was determined, intelligent, strong-willed, and most of all, didn’t
take any of my crap for a second—and I think that was why I liked her so much.
I felt
challenged
around her…
challenged to be a better person. Didn’t everyone want to be a better person?

When I was with her I thought about
the future, about what I was going to do with my life. I even thought about
going back to college, getting my degree in business and taking control of my
father’s company. I wasn’t sure what she was doing to me, but the more I
thought about it, the more I liked it. It felt
good
to care about something and not just let my life pass from one
alcohol-hazed party to another. I felt more alive next to her than I had on any
drug I’d ever experimented with.

I ran my fingers gently through her
dark hair, feeling them slide through like butter. I caressed her cheek,
marveling at just how much the night enhanced her beauty, making her all the
more stunning than she was in the light of day.

This
could actually work
, I
thought again, the contrary chorus of other thoughts that had been so adamant
in denying it significantly less noisy. Why wouldn’t it work? She and I had
wonderful chemistry together, and the longer I actually spent time with her the
more
I liked her.

Even if it didn’t turn into
something more, we still had the agreement, and no matter what, the two of us
would have what we both wanted in the end.

I felt a twinge in my chest the
moment that I even let such a thought cross through my mind. It only made me
ask myself,
But what
do
you want, Dorian
?

Once again, my eyes turned toward
Gigi’s gorgeous, illuminated face. A warmth grew in my chest, like someone had
lit a fireplace right in my heart and the heat radiated out from my ribs all
the way to the tips of my fingers.

The corners of her lips twitched
upwards in a smile, a soft, contented sound escaping her lips as she pressed
just a little closer, her skin brushing against mine.

What
do
I want?

Whenever I asked the question, the
only thing that I could do was look at Gigi and think about how wonderful I
felt being with her—even when I felt like crap. I felt an honest-to-God
connection to her, a bond that I’d never shared before with anyone, especially
not the slew of one-night-stands and shallow supermodel “girlfriends” I’d dated
in the past. When she spoke, I listened, and I felt as though she did the same
for me. We both knew how it felt to lose the parent we loved the most.

This
can work
, I thought again,
looking out the enormous windows of my bedroom, taking in the glowing skyline
of the city outside. Down on the streets the headlights of a thousand cars
floated along their pitch-black highways like fireflies dancing in the night
sky. Everything seemed more beautiful tonight—or had it always been this
beautiful, and I’d only just now stopped looking for the next thrill to stop
and notice?

I
want to make her happy
.

Gigi deserved more out of life than
she’d been given, more than picking up my family’s legal trash and more than
being some lackey at Ollie’s father’s law firm. She was smart, witty, and
incredibly beautiful to top it all off. She could have used those looks to get
herself ahead a long time ago, but I knew she wasn’t that kind of person. Until
I met her, she had her nose firmly planted against the grindstone, working
herself to the bone to prove to the people above her that she was the kind of
employee they wanted in the upper rungs of the legal ladder.

She
deserves to be happy. No, she deserves the time of her life
.

And that was exactly what I was going
to give her.

I brushed the backs of my fingers
along her forehead, lifting a stray strand of hair from her face. The more I
touched her, worried over her, the more I realize that I would give anything to
see her smiling, laughing, getting the most out of what little time we all had
on the Earth.

I let myself imagine what I hoped life
would be like for us. Once I’d inherited my majority stake in my father’s
company I’d take a more involved role, undoing all of the awful decisions my
mother had made. Gigi could continue her work as a lawyer if she wanted, even
start her own firm—she’d have all of the money she’d ever need for it. Our
children would have the best of everything, and no matter what, I’d make sure
they always had their time with us. I wanted to be a good parent, a good
husband.

I
want her to be happy, and I want her to
stay,
I thought, laying my hand gently over hers. If we really did this—had a child
together—then I knew that I’d always want to be a part of its life, boy or
girl, no matter what happened. But more than that, I wanted to give our kid the
childhood I never had, with parents who actually gave a damn about one another,
who didn’t constantly stab one another in the back for the sheer vindictive
pleasure of it. No child deserves to grow up in a home like that.

I knew I could be a good parent, an
attentive parent, if I only had the child. And the more the idea loomed over
me, the thought of a divorce only brought my fears of being unable to care for
them the way I’d wanted closer to home. It didn’t feel right, leaving Gigi
while she mothered my child, cared for it, and loved it the way I only hope a
mother could.

But
what if she doesn’t love it?
my mother’s voice whispered in my thoughts.
What
if she uses all that money you give her to just push your baby off on some
nanny? Most rich women do it, especially with their
unwanted
children
.

A knot tied itself neatly in the pit
of my stomach, tugging at my insides and making me feel slightly nauseous. I
knew exactly how I felt, how much I cared for Gigi and for our future child.
Their future—
our
future—meant so much
to me.

But what if Gigi didn’t feel the
same way?

I couldn’t help but wonder what her
thoughts were, what she saw for herself after our requisite time together was
over. Would she take the first opportunity to take the money and pack her bags
or would she actually be willing to give this—give
us
—a chance?

She’s
just in this for the money, Dorian
,
my mother’s voice hissed in my mind again.
She’ll
just betray you, like I betrayed your father so many times.

I didn’t want to believe that. I
tried so hard to shut out the black, malignant thoughts creeping into my mind.

Would Gigi really betray me? I just
didn’t see it in her…

I knew that was what my mother would
be hoping for, that I’d come crawling back to her in shame. I once again
realized that my mother had never once cared about my happiness, only in being
right, being the one who everyone had to turn to and say “we should have
listened to you.” She loved the power.

Every fiber of my being felt drawn
to Gigi, and I was never a man to deny what my gut told me. When something felt
right, then I
knew
I had to go for
it. But every time I thought about it, the fear was still there, just under the
surface.

No… This wouldn’t end in flames and
bloodshed like my parents marriage had.

I was determined to make everything
work with me and Gigi, no matter what. I wanted a life with someone, and I knew
that Gigi Devereaux would be the only person that I’d met that could ever give
me that.

“I’m going to make this work,” I
whispered to the darkness, looking down into my wife’s contented expression
before closing my eyes and drifting off beside her.

I draped an arm across her warm
body, pulling her close against me as I buried my face against her hair, breathing
her in. I’d never felt more content as I did next to her, her skin against mine
and our hearts beating together.

“I love you, Gigi…” I whispered.