Accidentally Married to the Billionaire 2(15)

With that, Brandon unfastened her bra and peeled it away, his mouth following his hands, taking full advantage of her breasts. Her nipples beaded at the first faint brush of his fingers, her stomach tightening, her toes curling in response to the way his tongue flicked along her flesh, circling ever closer to her nipple as she shuddered and panted in anticipation. When at last his hot mouth closed over her nipple, she let out an inarticulate gasp, dragging her hands through his hair, holding his face to her chest. His hands took her hips, fingers digging in for purchase, and raised them, pushing his pulsing erection into her slit. She bore down against him, lifting her hips up off the bed to meet his thrusts as he continued to devour her breasts.

Chills and jolts of pleasure seemed to short-circuit through her body as she thrashed and gripped at him, as he made her come up off the bed to meet his thrusts. When she cried out for more, he slammed into her again and again. She clawed at his thick biceps, climbed him, clung to him out of her mind until at last the wave crested and she fell limp onto the bed, eyes fluttering as he finished in her. She could see marks on his shoulders and arms from her nails, from her mouth, and she smiled faintly. Marj curled onto her side, cold from the ebb of her ecstasy.

Brandon swept her into his arms, pulling her onto his lap and cradling her in his arms, letting her absorb the heat emanating from his broad chest as he tried to catch his breath from the exertion.

“Are you okay? I got carried away, I think. You wanted more, and I lost my head. Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head mutely, knowing she’d be sore, knowing it was worth it. She nestled in against him and licked his neck. He stroked her hair and held her, his back against the headboard, supporting them both.

“See, I didn’t just marry you for your money,” she said a little flippantly, her hand on his chest.

Marj didn’t look at him. It was easier to take that intensity lightly, to make a joke of it if she didn’t have to meet his eyes.

“Did this improve your week?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” she said.

“More than shopping online?”

“You said you wouldn’t question the shopping!” she laughed.

“I’m shocked by your restraint. My assistant, the one who just quit, by the way, brought it to my attention with the news that within twenty-four hours she would have bought, and I quote, ‘Michael Kors EVERYTHING’ and then all of something called Sephora,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Sephora’s makeup. I wear drugstore makeup, except my MAC. I have a lipstick…it’s my secret weapon.”

“The red? Stays on remarkably well, considering what we just did,” he remarked.

“I think I can get dressed now. It’ll take a few minutes for me to reassemble,” she warned, rolling off the bed and going to clean up.





Chapter 6




In a scant quarter of an hour, Marj had managed to get ready yet again for the ballet opening. Her artful curls had succumbed to the sexy tumult and had to be twisted into an updo because they were unsalvageable, but the rest of the ensemble looked remarkably similar despite the naughty intermission. True to his word, Brandon had spent most of the intervening fifteen minutes repairing his ill-treated bow tie and coaxing it into some semblance of a bow.

They reached the theater only a little late, whispering and giggling like teenagers. They paused on the white carpet for photos and comments. Brandon took her left hand and held it in his palm, displaying her extravagant rings for the camera.

“This is my bride, Marjorie Cates. I had no idea when Power Regions took over that little paper company that I was acquiring a wife as well as a business—”

“It was a merger, remember?” she teased and he favored her with a smile and the click of camera shutters greeted them.

“Right, total voluntary merger. That came with a major perk. I met my bride in Vegas. I have a reputation for being somewhat cutthroat in the business world, and I can tell you that I take no prisoners. I knew if I let her get away from me, some other man—smarter, more aggressive—would snatch her up, and I’d leave Las Vegas with serious regrets. It was too great a risk. I had to marry her right then,” he said with his signature charm, his studied half smile that drove her wild.

A reporter asked why they were late to the event.

“Is it because Mrs. Cates is unaccustomed to getting ready for such galas?” the woman asked condescendingly.

“No, our tardiness is because my wife was, in fact, ready early for the event but I found her irresistible and detained her. She would have been on time were it not for that,” he said, and the reporter looked astonished at the implication, tapping on the touchscreen keyboard furiously.