Absolutely Mine

I sought his mouth, but only managed a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry, Jillian.”

My heart plummeted to my stomach. I didn’t like him using my full name.

“Why?” I asked, though I didn’t think I’d like the answer.

“I lied.”

Oh crap. He wasn’t going to end things with Chelsea. It wasn’t the logical response, but I was half-drunk and all the way lovesick.

“About what?”

Roughly, he turned me around. “I’m not going to make love to you this time. First, I’m going to fuck you. When we’re back in our suite—”

“Ours?”

“Yes, the one you’ve always belonged in from the moment we arrived. I indulged you, but when I get you there, I’m going to take my time. Now, I have to have you.”

I heard the zipper peel down and grew wetter from the sound.

“Hurry,” I begged, pushing my bottom back to make contact with his solid cock. I never needed to be fucked more in my life.

“I want to be inside you right now.”

I wiggled against him, causing him to hiss. Fabric ripped as he didn’t bother to take my panties off. The lace was defenseless against him.

“Your ass,” he said reverently.

His finger slipped down my crack, over the forbidden place, causing a shiver to run through me. Then it was testing the sweet spot between my legs. I’m so ready, I almost said. But then his dick was there, plunging between my thighs as if he were coating himself with my wetness.

“I want to taste you.”

“Later,” I said, needing him inside me.

Then he was there, sinking inside me as he angled me with movement backward.

I moaned long and suffering because he felt so damn good. More than good. It felt right, like it was always meant to be. Though somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought this was probably a bad idea. But the alcohol in my blood cleared any deeper thoughts on that subject.

“More,” I begged as his movements at first were slow.

It was as if he were preparing me for the onslaught yet to come. I egged him on with rotating movement of my hips, sucking him deeper. It didn’t take him long to let loose with punishing strokes.

I was so damn close. If the elevator doors opened in that moment, I would tell them to get the hell out.

His hand moved from my hip to cup my breast and pop it free from the confines of my bra. Damn, if that didn’t set me off. I clenched around him so tight he grunted in appreciation.

Soon, he followed me in complete bliss. I’d been fucked so thoroughly I was boneless. He managed to pull up his pants before sitting on the floor and tumbling me onto his lap.

We fit so naturally, my head rested on his shoulder as our breathing slowed.

Minutes later, he said, “I know this is redundant, but will you be my wife?”

A stream of air was sucked into my lungs as I was taken off guard.

“I’m not doing this right again.” He pulled something from his pocket, and with one hand he flipped the velvet box open. Even in the dim lighting the ring sparkled. “Please stay married to me.”

For all the reasons why I wanted to say yes, there were a dozen more for why I said, “No.”

Chapter Ten

We were both stunned by my pronouncement. It took him a little time before he asked why.

Though I should have moved away, I didn’t want to.

I took my time answering because I knew he could argue against most of them. Like even though we’d grown up together, we hadn’t really ever dated. Because I loved him, it was a weak excuse. I went with the strongest.

“Whether you believe it or not, you’re a public figure.” His clients were some of the biggest names in sports. “How would you explain when we got married?” When he said nothing, I continued. “This Chelsea person seems like an opportunist to use the fact that you were legally married when you had a very public wedding with her as some sort of financial bargaining chip.” Eddie wasn’t stupid. “As it stands, someone could find out about your court hearing and it will end up on TMZ. It’s best you are free from both of us so your clients don’t have to publicly distance themselves from you.”

My logic was sound and he didn’t argue. I stayed in his lap with my arm secured around him and closed my eyes. It was a whirling noise that woke me up. We didn’t move far, but the doors were pried open. Without looking at my phone, I had no idea how long we’d been in there. The hallway was still mostly dark with similar green tinted lighting illuminating a path.

Lucky for us, we had been feet away from our floor. Ancient keys were used to open the suite door. Just as I was about to ask them to open my door, Eddie thanked them with his arm still tucked around me, not letting me go.