The Billionaire Takes a Bride

She licked the head again and gave him a naughty look. “I want you in my mouth.”

His head went back and he groaned again. “Yeah?”

“Deep in my throat.”

“Ah, fuck, I’m going to come just from you talking about it.” His hand steered her head down toward his cock again. “Let me see you rub your lips on my cock again.”

She did, dragging her tongue over the head over and over again. Then she took him deep into her mouth and sucked, pulling him deeper and deeper with every pump of him into her mouth. His cock butted at the back of her throat, and she released him, coughed, and then took him deep again.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that, Chelsea—”

So naturally, she kept doing exactly that, and felt pretty smug about it, too. And when he came with a hoarse shout of her name, his come filling her mouth, she felt pretty smug about that, too.

Screw having second thoughts. What they had right now was real, and it was fun. She didn’t need to look any further than that.

Chapter Twenty-two

Their relationship fell into a happy routine, and for the next while? Chelsea was happier than she’d ever been. Being married? Freaking awesome. Being married to someone who supported her love for derby? Even better than awesome. Sebastian went with her to practices to keep her company, and sketched people from the sidelines while she ran drills and hung out with her friends. His presence wasn’t intrusive, and she never felt smothered. In fact, she appreciated that he cared enough to come with her.

They’d started skating together in Central Park, and while it had taken a few days for Sebastian to get up to speed on roller skates, he was now almost able to keep up. Of course, the moment she did a jump or started skating backward, he called foul and they ended up in a tickle fight in the grass.

Once he caught her, of course.

It was nice to have a workout partner again, though. And she’d even gone to a rock-climbing excursion with him once when Hunter had to cancel on him due to a business call. She’d watched Sebastian scale the wall, then wait his turn to go again. She had no desire to try it herself, because heights weren’t her friend. But watching Sebastian flex and move as he scaled the wall? She was down for that.

The climbing gym was always busy, he told her with a bit of frustration.

So she’d suggested he use some of his money and start a chain of them. And she might have suggested derby gyms, too. After all, what was the point of having loads of money if you did nothing with it?

Sebastian liked the idea, though. Fun, different avenues for people to work out that didn’t involve sitting at a weight bench or endlessly running on a treadmill? He loved the idea and immediately called Hunter, asking about possible real estate locations. And Chelsea was flattered when he started showing her potential sites and asking her opinion. It wasn’t that she knew a lot about rock climbing or gyms. He just valued her thoughts, and that made her feel warm inside.

And the sex?

The sex was amazing.

She still needed her gear to feel sexy, of course. What was broken wasn’t going to be fixed overnight. She knew that, and she didn’t even feel guilty about the fact that all the lights were on in the house all the time, and that Sebastian sometimes had to sleep with a baseball cap over his face to block out the lights. He wanted her to be comfortable, he said, and that was that.

And so she wore her derby gear when they had sex. And they had sex a lot. In the kitchen, with Chelsea sprawled on top of a counter. In bed, with Sebastian pounding into her from behind as she clung to the blankets. In his study. In the living room, on the sofa. In his study again. Actually, she really liked surprising him in his study, when he was intensely lost in concentration. She’d show up in skates and then they’d make love for hours.

It was pretty darn awesome.

She was slowly removing pieces of her uniform, too. Last night, she’d worn only the skirt, the knee-high socks, and her skates. No top. Her breasts had jiggled free, and Sebastian had lavished so much attention on them that she hadn’t felt weird about it. She hadn’t had the mental energy for it. Eventually, she’d be able to go on to stripped-down sex, but until then, they were having fun with her in her uniform. And Sebastian never made her feel like less, or that there was something wrong with her.

He made her feel beautiful. Perfect. Happy.

Which was why she wanted to kick herself when she had doubts.

They never talked about their relationship. Never discussed if it was a real marriage, or if it was still pretend-with-bonus-sex-now-included. They were friends, of course. She’d stopped texting Pisa her every thought as they hit her and instead found herself spending more time with Sebastian, asking him about new soap orders or sharing a derby anecdote with him. It was Sebastian who went skating with her at the park. It was Sebastian who held her when she woke up at night from a nightmare flashback. It was Sebastian who assured her that things would be all right. Her world was full of Sebastian, and it was wonderful.