Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

She nodded and left us on the terrace.

“Chase?” I kept my head down, not feeling brave enough to look at him.

“Hmmm?” he sounded like he was eating a strawberry.

“I want to be a good wife and mother.” I finally looked up at him wanting to see his response.

He stared at me but didn’t say anything.

“I mean, I know this marriage isn’t real… well it’s legal… but… you know what I mean.”

He nodded.

“I don’t want to embarrass you or our child.”

He frowned. “Why would you do that?”

“Because your world is so foreign to me. I won’t use the right spoon or wear the right designer. I don’t know why you picked me to help you with something so important to you.”

“Well, as you remember, you’re the one that decided to stick around. My deal was for our arrangement to be short-term.”

That was true. “You agreed to my terms. Aren’t you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”

He shook his head. “It hasn’t occurred to me that you could or would.”

Feeling a little better, I picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the cream. “Do you think we made a baby last night?”

I saw another flash of heat in his eyes, but this wasn’t anger or annoyance. “I don’t know.”

I brought the strawberry to my lips, but a dollop of cream fell landing on the swell of my breast.

“Oh.” I scooped the cream up with my finger and then put it in my mouth. I looked at Chase, worried he’d think I was uncouth. Instead, I continued to see that hot desire in his eyes.

“Another woman would have done that on purpose,” he said to me in a husky voice.

“Really? It’s messy.”

He got out of his chair and moved over to me. He took out a strawberry, dipped it in the cream, and then rubbed it on my lips before dragging it down my neck.

Immediately my body started to buzz with excitement.

“Did you buy this dress for me?” he leaned forward, licking the cream off my lips and then my neck. His tongue felt deliciously hot in contrast to the cool cream.

“Not the dress.”

He lifted his head and looked at me. “But something else?”

I nodded. My mouth had gone dry. “Want to see?”

“Yes.”

“Right here?” I looked around. He’d sent Mrs. Childs home, so I didn’t have to worry about her. But I wasn’t sure if other people could see us on the terrace.

“We’re the top floor of the building,” he said as if he understood my concern.

I scooted my chair back and stood, reaching back to undo the zipper of the dress. I pulled it down and stepped out of it, setting it on the chair.

Chase’s gaze raked over the red lace bra and panties. “Are you trying to seduce me, Sara?”

“Is it working?” The bulge in his pants suggested it was.

He took my hand and set it over his bulge. “You tell me.”

I squeezed his hard length, loving the hiss he made.

“First things first,” he said, putting his hands on my arms and maneuvering me to the table. I sat on the edge as he reached around for another strawberry. He ran that one along my collarbone and between my breasts, followed by his hot mouth.

I moaned, loving the feel of his lips on my body.

His fingers deftly undid the clasp of the bra. He removed it, freeing my breasts. “Did you get more like this?”

“They’re pastel,” I said on a gasp as his tongue licked my nipple. It hardened and ached for him to suck it.

“I love your tits,” he said, pinching them with his fingers.

“They seem to like you.” I dropped my head back as I focused on the sensations his touch was eliciting in my body.

“Do you like it when I touch you, Sara?”

“Yes. Very much.”

He reached for the cream, scooping it up with his fingers and rubbing it into my nipples. He leaned over and began to suck, one then the other.

I moaned again, and my hips rocked, wanting to feel him there.

“Is that why you asked if we’d keep fucking until we knew you were pregnant?” He coaxed me off the table long enough to push my panties down.

I wasn’t sure why I asked him that, but I suspected it was because I liked sex, so I said, “Yes.”

“You’re so fucking wet.” He held my panties up. “Is that for me?”

I nodded.

“Has anyone ever made you so wet?”

“You know no one has.” My entire body was aching for his touch. I wished he’d stop taking his time.

He helped me back on the table. “I’m going to cover you in this cream and eat you until you scream. What do you think of that?”

“I think I wish you’d stop talking and start doing.”

He laughed. “As you wish.”

He smeared the cream over my breasts, down my belly and then between my thighs. I gasped as the cool confection touched my hard nub.