Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

I took her hair in my fingers and held it tight, pushing myself up and holding her head back so I could attack her neck. I didn’t even wait to position her. I didn’t have the patience.

I used my free hand to haul her leg over my hip, and I thrust my cock deep inside her. She groaned in pleasure, and with my teeth biting at her neck, wanting to devour as much as her flesh as I could, my cock started thrusting in and out of her like a piston.

My head was spinning, and I was letting my body’s desires give way to rut like an animal.

Jillian, my Jillian, who’d watched me from a distance for years, had just agreed to marry me. The thought of making her my wife made my cock swell larger and firmer than I’d ever felt before. Even though my body was so used to sex, so powerful and primed for this, it felt like a totally new experience as I bucked my hips up into her.

There was no finesse from either of us. My hands ran over her shoulders, her back, her hips, her breasts, whatever I could get a hold of, I felt her ass and grabbed it, using my hands to hold her in place as I sent my cock deep into her pussy, its ribbed girth feeling every inch of slick space, grinding against any surface it could find.

Her hands felt my strong jaw, the stubble on my face, the muscles that ran from my shoulders to my pecs to my abs, and she clawed me desperately. No matter how much I pounded into her, she wanted more, and the thought of having a lifetime to give it to her made my heart beat like a drum and my balls tighten.

I moved in and out of her, using her body like it was made for me. And we were made for each other, even if it took us so fucking long to realize it.

I was going to make up for that every single day, every morning, every night.

It didn’t take long for me to feel her pussy tightening around me, her whole body starting to get tighter. A long moan started to come from her, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds. I utterly let myself go, bucking like a wild animal. Short, low grunts came from my chest with every thrust as I felt her clenching pussy drive me over the edge of bliss just as she reached the peak of hers.

Our groans of release mixed in the room at the same time that we released together, and every pulse shook our bodies together with an orgasm so strong that I lost control of my body for the first time I could remember. I was in shock, paralyzed with her as we melted into each other, a slick, sweet mess of bliss.

When it was finally over, we let out long breaths, and I rolled over to let her rest on top of me, my twitching cock still inside her.

“That,” I said in a low, husky tone when I finally managed to speak. “Is what I’m going to do to you every day, from now and forever. Together.”

“Together,” she said, enjoying the sound of the word on her lips.

I smiled up at her, and for the first time in my life, I really understood what love felt like.

Epilogue

JILLIAN

“Where’s my veil?” I shouted, spinning in a wild, frantic circle.

I was standing in the back room of a very fancy event hall, surrounded by aunts and cousins and my best friend, Anna Kate. One of my cousins rushed out of the room to go searching for my veil, and Anna Kate hurried to my side. She grabbed my arm and began patting it reassuringly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, shushing me. “We’ll find it.”

I turned to her, my heart racing. “What if we don’t? What if it’s gone forever?”

Anna Kate smiled and kissed me on the cheek, then quickly wiped the lipstick mark off with her finger. “Calm down. Seriously, it’s fine. Just a veil.”

I shook my head vigorously. “No, you don’t get it, Anna kate. That’s not just any veil, that was my mother’s veil. And it was her mother’s wedding veil before that. It’s been passed down in my family.”

“For generations and generations,” she filled in. “Yeah, sweetie, I know. But you have to take a deep breath. You’re going to give yourself an aneurysm. For someone who’s used to dealing with a lot of stress from work, you sure are keyed up.”

“It’s my damn wedding day,” I shot back, laughing. “How could I not be terrified?”

“Jillian. Don’t do this.”

“No,” I argued. “A million little things could go wrong at any moment. The music could be wrong. The guests could start arguing. Someone could drop the cake. The priest could forget his sermon,” I rambled, making myself crazy overthinking everything.

I knew I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it. This was the most important day of my life thus far, and I was desperate to have it go off without a hitch. Well, except for the part where I get hitched.

“Yeah, but think about who you’re marrying,” Anna said, pushing the hair back out of my face and smiling. “Think about your fiancé. Think about Bruin.”

“I am thinking about him,” I replied. “And I want everything to go smoothly for him.”

“Oh, hon. He doesn’t care how the wedding goes. He only cares about you and your happiness. You know that. You don’t have to work to impress him. He’s not one of your snooty clients, babe. He’s going to be your husband. He loves you, no matter what,” she reassured me. I nodded slowly, finally actually listening to her words.