Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

This was my opportunity. At the darkest hour, fate had intervened and pushed Chase back into my life. Maybe we weren’t meant for each other forever, but we were certainly meant for each other for right now.

Almost as though my thoughts summoned him, I suddenly heard Chase’s voice across the room. I looked up to see him standing in just his boxers, in the doorway of the en suite bathroom. He had a couple of fluffy white hotel towels draped over his muscular arm and there was a sly smile on his handsome face. His dark hair, which was usually so perfectly in place, was ruffled and sticking up in different directions. There was a shadow of prickly stubble along his jaw, and his eyes were shining. Somehow, the tousled texture of his hair and the boyish grin on his face only made him look more delicious.

“Good morning,” he called out. His voice sounded gruff and gravelly first thing in the morning, and it added to his overall scruffy charm.

“Good morning to you, too,” I replied. “How did you sleep last night?”

He shrugged. “Next to you? I slept like a baby.”

I grinned. “Me, too. Though, to be fair, you did tire me out pretty thoroughly.”

“If you think that was intense, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he insinuated. He raised an eyebrow teasingly and I felt my cheeks instantly blush pink. “You hungry? I can order room service or we can go out. I was about to jump in the shower, fix all this,” he added, gesturing vaguely to the tufts of hair poking out in odd directions on his head.

“I’m pretty hungry, but I can wait a little longer,” I told him. I wiggled out of the bedsheets and slid out of bed, my toes curling as my feet touched the cool wooden floor. I was wearing only one of Chase’s white t-shirts, which was almost comically oversized on my uch smaller frame. I padded across the room to stand in front of him, looking up into the face of my brand-new husband. Fake husband, I reminded myself.

“My hair’s a bit of a mess, too,” I remarked pointedly. I took one of the towels from Chase and bit my lip. My heart was pounding. I wasn’t used to flirting like this. It had been years and years since I had even really tried. I was way out of practice, and I was worried that it was obvious to someone like Chase, who was clearly the king of seduction.

“I’ve read that it’s very economical and eco-friendly to shower together,” he commented. “Save water, shower with a friend. Or in our case, shower with your spouse.”

“Oh, well, if it’s good for the environment…” I trailed off. I gave him a wry smile.

Chase grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom, flicking on the light. He turned on the rain shower, one of those fancy setups I always wanted to install at the Peppertree if budgeting allowed. He turned back to me and lifted the t-shirt up over my head so that I was totally naked. I shivered at the sudden cold and instinctively tried to cover my more sensitive bits. But Chase stripped out of his boxers and pulled me close, wrapping his strong arms around me to keep me warm while the water heated up. He ran his hands down the sides of my body, sliding around to cup my ass. I tilted my head up and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him as he leaned into me. I could feel his cock stiffening against my thigh, and the very sensation of that turned me on. I moaned into his mouth as he pressed against me, his hand slipping up to cup the back of my head.

He broke away and I followed him into the shower, sighing as the warm water hit my skin. The two of us stood under the spray, his arms wrapped around me again. He kissed the top of my head as the water soaked through my hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. His hands gently caressed my full breasts and I gasped when his fingers passed over my sensitive nipples. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”

He washed his hair quickly and then washed mine, his fingers gently massaging my scalp and working through every tangle. I stood in awe, surprised at the sweet gesture. No one had ever washed my hair for me before, and it was an oddly sensual experience. When my hair was rinsed out, I turned back around to face him and he smiled down at me.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, still in shock.

“I’m going to take care of you, Haley,” he promised softly. “In every way possible. If you’re going to be the mother of my child, my heir, I am going to make this worth your while. Every single step of the way.”

Chase reached down and parted my thighs slightly, his fingers slipping down to gently massage my clit. I gasp and melted into his delicious touch. He kissed me while his fingers worked my clit, his other hand cupping my breasts, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tendrils of pleasure spiraled through my body and I could feel my legs growing weak and shaky. Chase knelt down in front of me, hooking my leg over his shoulder. I watched as he leaned forward and dove in, his tongue sliding up and down my slick sex. I shuddered and reached up to grab the shower bar to hold myself steady while Chase devoured my pussy. My pleasure started to mount higher and higher, my thighs trembling. Finally, with one last flick of his tongue, I came with a cry.

“Chase! Oh my God,” I whimpered, nearly collapsing. He stood up and turned off the shower, then hoisted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. Grabbing a towel, he walked us out into the suite, laid down the towel on the bed, and cradled me back onto it. He sto

od over me with his massive cock erect and ready. I spread my legs, staring at him hungrily. I needed this. I needed him inside me.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioned the head of his cock against my opening, and pushed into me with one smooth motion. I shivered and moaned, feeling my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He gripped my thighs with both hands, rearing back and sliding into me deeply. He gazed down at me with pure determination in his eyes. Chase was going to put a baby inside me, and he was not going to waste a single second in doing so.

“They say,” he began, through gritted teeth. “That missionary position is the best for conceiving a child. That may be true, but there’s no reason we can’t get creative. We have a whole year. I plan to fuck you in as many ways as I can. I’m going to fill you with my seed every single day.”

He leaned over me, crooking both my legs up over his shoulders and sliding a pillow underneath my ass and lower back, elevating me slightly. With his knees pressing into the bed, he began to rock his hips. I yelped in mingled pain and pleasure as his cock struck deep inside me. Chase smirked and reached down to grope my breasts. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the overwhelming sensations.

“God, your pussy is so tight. You’re perfect,” he growled. “The perfect woman.”

He fucked me harder, hitting my g-spot over and over again while he slid in and out of me. I moaned and twitched, gripping the sheets hard. “Just like that. Just like that,” I whispered breathlessly. I could feel a second climax coming fast.

He lifted me up until I was very nearly upside down, my head still resting on the bed, but my body pointing up to the ceiling. It made perfect sense to me, working with gravity to push his seed as deep inside me as possible. The thought of Chase so turned on and determined to pump his come into me was so fucking hot. There was something primal to his desire, something instinctual. He needed to carry on his legacy, and I was the precious key to making his dream come true. He had chosen me, out of every woman in the world, to carry his child.

I alone was worthy.

Chase slammed into me again and again while I moaned incoherently, losing myself to the tidal waves of bliss. He had never been this deep inside me before. This was a totally new position to me, and it felt as though he might strike against my cervix or something at any moment. His cock was so huge I thought he might split me in two. I almost hoped he would.

“Oh God,” I gasped as I came again.

“Good girl,” Chase mumbled, his voice rough. “Very good.”