My Billionaire Fling by Maci Dillon
SOPHIA
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
We did it. I’m married as fuck.
Gabe kisses me until I’m breathless and aroused. “Forever and always, I love you, Gabe.”
Our friends applaud and cheer and as we walk toward them, hand in hand. My heart melts as they each release a Chinese lantern into the air with their personalized well wishes for our marriage attached.
I’m in awe at the setting, the way my man, my husband, pulled all of this together with the help of our incredible friends and family in two short days.
Waiters serve us canapes and bubbles, grape juice for me, on the rooftop while music plays out over the jukebox Gabe had delivered today. He bought it, of course, rather than renting one. In our forever home, with my forever man, I imagine many more gatherings on this rooftop, and I couldn’t be fucking happier.
Gabe takes my hand when “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran comes on, the song we chose as ours for this special day. We glide around the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the gardens, two souls now one. When the song finishes, the others join us, and the real party begins.
A few hours later, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, and Gabe suggests we go downstairs to cut the cake. My tummy grumbles with a hell yes and we herd like cattle into our suite.
“Don’t forget to throw the bouquet, Soph,” Kassidy whispers before she joins the others on the opposite side of the table. Now that’s one tradition I will follow because I want to see which one of my single friends will be next in line to tie the knot. Happily married for only a few hours, I want this day for all my favorite people.
As we slice through the cake, a chorus erupts. “Always and forever.”
It couldn’t be more perfect. Gabe smears cheesecake over my bottom lip for the cameras and licks it off with his skillful tongue. My childish brothers groan and shout, “Get a room,” making me laugh into our kiss.
We leave the catering team to serve the cake and move into the living area where we toast yet again to our new life together. “To my billionaire fling, who wouldn’t take no for an answer, thank you.” I smile, a tear in my eye as I stare into the dreamy chocolate eyes that set my world on fire a little over a year ago. “I promise to be the best wife and mother to our child any man could ever hope for.”
He sweeps me off my feet, leans me over, and kisses the ever-loving shit out of me again. I’m panting when he sets my feet back on the floor, suddenly eager for our guests to leave, so I can have my wicked way with my husband.
“One last thing before we eat the cake and kick you all out.” I grin, turning with my back to everyone. “Men, move aside.” They scurry like ants up the drainpipe in the heavy rains, and I toss the bouquet over my head, turning as Maxine fumbles and catches it. We can’t help but laugh at the excitement on her face, and everybody in the room claps.
Except Roman.
His eyes are dark and piercing as he watches Maxine. Her gaze is equally as focused on him.
I make a mental note to ask some serious questions of those two when we return from Greece.
When it’s time to throw the garter, it’s Roman who claims it and his stormy gaze is cast over Maxine once again.
There is definitely something going on between those two. More than usual.
GABE
With all our guests finally out the door, it’s time to consummate our marriage. Picking Sophia up, I carry her across the threshold of our bedroom door. I strip naked and run a shower for the both of us while she removes her jewelry so I can help her out of her dress.
As it slips from her shoulders to the floor, I admire her slender figure and imagine my beautiful wife as her belly grows. The idea of her carrying my child is the biggest turn-on.
Kneeling at her feet once her breasts are free, I take Sophia’s thong in my teeth, slowly dragging it down, purposely nipping at the tender skin behind her knee. Peppering kisses over her foot as I remove it fully, her arousal floods my senses and makes my cock throb.
“Let’s shower.”
Sophia chuckles as I pick her up and carry her to the shower. “I’m perfectly capable of walking, you know.”
“Conserving your energy for the important part of the evening, sweetheart.”
We spend a few minutes lathering each other up, leaving no skin untouched. I commit every curve and freckle to memory. “I have the most beautiful wife.”
“Oh yeah?” she says, taking my cock in her hand.
Pulling us both beneath the steaming flow of water, I devour her mouth. Our tongues dance as our hands explore, and our moans grow louder. Needier.
“How do you feel about shower sex to consummate this marriage?” I growl as I ravage her neck with kisses, pushing her against the wall. Waiting isn’t an option.
“Hurry up and fuck me already,” she groans, parting her legs for me and gripping my shoulders. I laugh at her eagerness and don’t waste another minute.
Instantly, I lift her, and drive my cock into her pussy. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she grinds over my cock, matching my every move. Her hands rip at the back of my hair, her heels dig into my ass, and I pump harder, giving everything I have to be as close to this woman, my wife, as I possibly can.
“Feels so good…”
“Nothing better, sweetheart,” I growl, biting her neck.
Her body begins to quiver in my hold, and her pussy clenches tighter around me. My balls are slapping and the steam bellows around us, my mind is lost to the pleasure she evokes from me “Come with me, sweetheart.”
My fingers sink deeper into her outer thighs as I slam her down harder over my cock as I erupt inside her. At the same time, she cries out, her eyes roll back in her head, and my name falls from her lips.
The sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“So beautiful,” I whisper. “And forever mine.”
Once we’ve recovered from our post-orgasmic bliss and towel off, I deliver my gorgeous bride to our bed and make sweet love to her again and again. Until night turns to day and our married life truly begins.
