Graham (Obsessed Alpha 3)

I drag Gia to my side just as some asshole eyes her up and down. “Hello, I’m Graham, and this lovely woman is my fiancé Gia.”

“I can kick him out of my hotel if it makes you feel better.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t do that,” Gia exclaims.

“Ah, a kind heart. I assure you, Graham here doesn’t agree with you, but I believe he will.”

“Yes, I believe you are correct,” I answer.

“Hello, Gia,” Natasha greets her. “Men!” She rolls her eyes, and they both laugh.

“Well, let us not waylay you any longer. I know you must wish to settle in. Your luggage has been taken up to your suite. Please follow us.”

We approach a private bank of elevators. “These elevators lead to the private suites. We have family residences in here, but we also have half a dozen rooms for special guests. Mr. Montenegro informed us that you wanted the best.”

“He really does need a bonus,” Gia blurts out with a giggle.

“That he does, my love.” I kiss her cheek.

“So when is the wedding?” Natasha asks Gia.

“He hasn’t even asked me to marry him. We only met today,” Gia confesses with a blush.

“Ha. Don’t worry. I have been in your shoes. I assure you men like these ones don’t give you much of a choice.”

“She’s right at least where I’m concerned.”

“Same here.” Gia looks at me like I’m crazy and I might be, but I know she’s the one. “What? I told you. You were mine, and there was no going back.”

“Nothing, crazy.”

I cup her chin and crush my lips to hers, hard and quick. “Damn right. As long as we understand each other.”

They only escort us to our rooms, inviting us to dinner and dancing tomorrow, which I happily accepted for my woman. As much as I want to keep her all to myself, I would like to dance with her and let the world know she’s mine.

As soon as they’re gone, Gia gasps, “This place is incredible. I can’t believe this is a hotel suite.”

“I know. It’s pretty nice. It’s going to make my condo look plain.”

“Please. You have no idea where I live. If you do, you might second guess us.”

I slip my hands around her waist from behind, pressing my chin to her shoulder. “Never.”

Chapter Eight

Gia

I drop back into the tub, letting the bubbles cover my body and release a moan. The heated jets made my aching muscles relax. Graham and I have been going at it since we arrived in the hotel room. For the past twenty-four hours, I have come probably a dozen times. Every single time, I thought he couldn’t make it happen again, but he took that as a challenge. I finally learned to stop testing his mettle. A moan escapes my lips as I close my eyes and run my hands over my sore breasts, then comes a groan.

I dart my eyes open to find Graham standing at the door. “Fuck, don’t stop. That’s sexy as hell. I know you’re too damn sore for me, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t admire the view.” His cock thickens in front of my eyes. Thankfully he’s wearing his boxer briefs, or that thing would be bobbing toward me.

“I’m going to get in the shower and wash up. As much as I want to keep you tied to the bed, filling you up, we need to eat.”

His phone buzzes from the other room. “Excuse me. I’m hoping that’s the buyer.”

“Okay.” I close my eyes again and relax for another ten minutes. Feeling revived, I start washing off.

“Damn, I have some perfect timing, don’t I?”

“That you do. Everything okay?”

“Yes. It was my buyer, and he’s very interested. He had to fly back home for an emergency and will be busy for the next week, but he’ll put the offer through to his lawyers.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I feel like we’re from different worlds.” I bite my bottom lip, feeling so small compared to a man who built his own successful life. He steps forward and without a word, cups the back of my neck and crushes his mouth to mine.

“You’re my world. Get used to it.” He lets go of me completely and walks around to the shower stall. “I’ll be out in ten minutes. The restaurant downstairs is pretty casual, so wear whatever you want.”

“Okay.” I wrap a towel around my hair before heading toward the bedroom.

“Oh and Gia?” he shouts. I step back holding onto the bathroom door frame. “Yes?”

“If you’d like to make it through a meal, bikinis are too casual.”

“Damn, and that’s all I have.” I roll my eyes and leave the bathroom. I love my body. It’s everything sexy, and I know it, but that’s all the reason not to wear it in a restaurant. My breasts would get too much attention, and I hate attention. Well, only Graham’s attention I really enjoy.