The Marriage Sacrifice

“Dom,” she said his name on a moan.

He took a chance, even though it was way too soon. He didn’t have time to waste. This wasn’t about the countdown. This was about pure basic need, and he had it when it came to Sage. She fucking fueled his blood, and all he could think about was sliding between her thighs and taking her. To claim her as his own.

He’d never felt such overwhelming need with anyone else in his life. This was foreign to him, unheard of.

In all of his life, he was never controlled by such basic yearnings. Sure, he liked sex, partying, and living it up, but he’d never been caught doing something he shouldn’t. The press liked to follow him in the hope of catching some dirt on him, but he always came back clean. He didn’t do any drugs and had never even dabbled in them either. All he liked to do was party and fuck. The women he had slept with in the past were required to sign NDAs. The reputation of his father’s company had always come first.

Cupping Sage’s ass, he wanted to do nothing more than to tear her panties off and fuck her right then and there on the desk.

He had to hold himself back. Their first time together wasn’t going to be in his office.

Breaking from the kiss, he stared into her eyes, which were just as filled with lust as he felt.

“I want to take you out to dinner.” He placed a hand over her mouth silencing any protest he knew was about to come. “Before you complain and tell me how you don’t want to do any of that, hear me out. I want to take you to dinner, but I’ve got my own special way planned. For once in your life, trust me.”

“You want me to trust you?”

“Yes. I’ve let you down in the past.”

“The fact we’re getting married is not lost on you.”

“Also, the fact you’re probably soaking wet and want me to fuck you on my desk when anyone can see, hasn’t slipped my mind either.”

“That was uncalled for.”

“But necessary to remind you. I don’t want to fight. Trust me. Don’t leave. I’ve got to deal with Booker. It’s really important that I do, but know all I want is to be with you.”

“You’re a good smooth talker, Dom.”

“I’m not trying to be anything. We can pick this right up where we left off.”

Her gaze went to his chest, and he waited. No woman had ever made him wait like this, and knowing she was the first one, well, it didn’t exactly sit well with him.

Sage was a means to an end, or that was what she was supposed to be, and yet here they were, being something more with each other, and yes, it unnerved him.

He’d never had feelings for any woman before, at least nothing past the standard urge.

“Fine. Fine. You’ve got me all curious now and I hate being that, so we’re going to have to figure something out. I’ll wait outside.”

“No. Not outside. I don’t want you hounded by any potential lurking press.”

He took her hand and placed her next to Alice’s desk.

“My PA will be by to keep you company. Please, don’t go.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

He nodded.

Taking off toward the conference room where he had all the details set up for Booker, he found Alice detailing some of the artwork that had been creating for his brand and the new expansion of his business.

“I can take it from here, Alice. Sage is going to be here a little while. Will you make sure she’s … happy?”

Alice smiled widely. His PA had been wanting him to settle down for some time. Sage would be the first woman who had entered his office uninvited that he wasn’t calling security on.

He could learn.

“I’m so sorry for the distraction,” he said, looking at Booker as Alice closed the door behind her.

Booker held his hand up. “Do not for a second apologize for that young woman. Love is an incredible thing. When my wife first created all of this, I thought she was nuts. Beauty, fashion, all of it didn’t exactly speak clearly to me. I always felt it was a fickle market, and well, she always proved me wrong.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Dom said. He knew Booker had lost his wife three years ago to cancer. It was one of the reasons this deal was happening. Booker didn’t have the qualities that his wife had and didn’t even pretend to hide behind cockiness. He wanted someone with ethics and integrity to keep his wife’s baby, her company, alive.

Dom, even though he wasn’t a woman, believed in Booker and the company as a whole.

This deal would be his biggest yet, and one he intended to keep thriving.