Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

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Sara

I was completely overwhelmed by Chase. That wasn’t unusual. He was a potent man. But usually I was overwhelmed by his broody emotions and demanding ways. Now I was overwhelmed by his gentleness and the way he touched me. Something was different.

He hadn’t sent me back to my room last night. In fact, he asked me to stay in his. I wanted desperately to believe that meant something. Maybe he didn’t love me, but perhaps he cared for me beyond just being his wife on paper only. Maybe he was seeing our arrangement less as a business deal and more as a relationship. But when I woke that morning to an empty bed, I was certain he regretted asking me to stay. I was sure I’d find him sleeping on the couch as he had the last time I stayed in his bed.

To my surprise, he was up having breakfast. When I joined him, he pulled me into his lap. The next thing I knew, he was whisking me away on a private plane to some exotic place. So much was going on, that I could hardly catch my breath.

And now, he was laying over me, kissing me gently yet with the passion that inflamed my body. The way he’d looked at me as I modeled the bikinis made me feel powerful in my femininity. Yes, he was lusting after me, but there was more to it. Maybe not love. But I saw respect and care. The way Chase looked at me had something deeper in it than the way my professor or even Glen looked at me. I felt that Chase really saw me, not just a sexual being.

I wasn’t sure how he felt about me as he sucked my nipple through the red fabric of the swimsuit, but I knew how I felt. Despite all the times he’d doubted me, I loved him. I loved that he wanted to protect me. I loved that he admitted he was wrong and apologized. I loved that he was willing to take time away from his business to give me respite from his family.

“I wish I could go slow with you,” he murmured in my ear as I helped him get undressed. “You make me need too much.”

“I need too, Chase.” I reached for his dick, but he pushed my hand away.

“Not yet, baby. This a long flight. I intend to make the most of it.” He took my hands in his and pushed them over my head.

My insides went liquid hot at the way his gaze devoured my body.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you.”

“Can I taste you too?” I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure he gave me. I wanted to touch him and have him feel my love for him. I wanted to please him sexually beyond what his other women had. Considering I didn’t know much about sex, that was crazy wish, but I’d have him teach me exactly what he liked. Maybe this marriage started out as a business deal, but maybe it could evolve into something more.

He groaned. “Maybe. I probably won’t last that long.”

Good to his word, he started by kissing me again, until I was a mixture of bonelessness and coiled need. Then he suckled my breasts until I was writhing, nearly begging him to touch me between my legs. I slipped my hand down, to take care of it myself.

He levered up, watching. “What are you doing?”

“I need to come.” I felt like I was about to come apart.

“Touch yourself, Sara. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

His words snapped me from my erotic haze. Embarrassed, I pulled my hand back over my belly.

“No,” he said, taking my hand and moving it back down between my legs. “I want to watch you.”

I swallowed. “Will you do it too? Touch yourself?”

Fire blazed in his eyes. “Alright.” He knelt over me, giving his dick one long stroke. “Now you.”

I slid my fingers through my folds and my hips arched at the sweet sensation. I started to close my eyes, but then I didn’t want to miss watching him. I was eager to know how he pleasured himself.

He stroked himself again. “I’m waiting.”

I massaged my opening, and sighed at the sensation.

“What about your tits?” He cupped his balls, gently fondling them as his dick stood straight out.

With my free hand, I kneaded my breast and then squeezed my nipple, moaning at the spike of pleasure it sent to my center.

“Your clit is hard and red, Sara.” He leaned over, supporting himself on one hand while he rubbed the tip of his dick on my hard sensitive nub.

“Ohhh.” I arched my head back as more pressure built in my center.

“Make yourself come,” he said again, stroking himself slowly.

I was close mostly from his words and the erotic situation. I moved my fingers to my clit and began to rub, making my hips gyrate from my ministrations.