Gordon's Dawn(17)

His hands came up—one holding her waist, the other cupped her face. “I love you, too.”

Sighing in relief that he had said it, she sank down on his cock. His hand came down and helped her keep a steady pace. She fucked him, taking her pleasure, and demanding more. Gripping his shoulders, she drove down as he pushed up sinking deeper each time. He growled with each retreat, and his thrusts became harder and with more force each time until he was almost crazed with his motion. Having never done anything so daring in a place where they could be caught, her senses felt heightened, and she was already so close to coming. Leaning down against him, she borrowed his strength as she sped up, eager to come.

On a groan, their mouths met, their tongues tangled, and she ground down so his cock was so deep, she felt as if it touched her womb. Sucking on his tongue, her hands gripped him tight as she came up again. She sank back down, moaning as she let herself fall, her whole body tensing and then exploding into heaven. Biting his lip, he grunted, and she felt him push up and tense. “Dawn,” he moaned. “Love you, sprite.”

Smiling Dawn rested her forehead against his. “Love you, too.”

Gordon brushed his lips over hers. “Let’s go continue this in our room.”

“Mmm, sounds good.”

Gordon chuckled, and she snuggled against him, not ready to move. But after a good fifteen minutes, he sighed. “The limo stopped about five minutes ago.”

Backing off and falling on the floor, she stared up at a laughing Gordon. “What!” She fixed her dress and searched for her underwear then slipping them on. Taking her hair out of the up-do, she attempted to tame it.

“You look fine.” He opened the door as she got back on the seat and followed him out of the limo glaring at his back.



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The presidential suite was very different to the small room they had before. It was like the most extravagant place she’d ever seen. High ceilings with marble and valuables everywhere and a frigging waterfall greeted you when you walked in. There was more than one big bedroom, serval bathrooms, a huge Jacuzzi tub took up one room with a massive window that had the best view of Vegas. The lounge room was huge. There was a bar area room, a gym, and a theater room. She wandered through, speechless, as she came across a dining room with a beautiful table and chairs. There was so much, it was ridiculous.

Pausing at the master suite, Dawn knew something wasn’t right. She couldn’t deny it or miss the signs anymore. This place would cost a fortune a night. Gordon’s friends may be rich, but surely, they wouldn’t pay for this. Nothing was adding up and things didn’t seem right. Memories flooded her, and a picture of the guy she saw on Facebook at Ambers place flashed before her. She realized what a fool she was. The explanations Gordon gave her at home and on the plane should have told her sooner, but she really hadn’t wanted to see until this amazingly expensive palace-like suite.

Placing her hands on her hips, she glared at Gordon. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Gordon Wilks, I—”

“No. That’s not what I mean. This…” She circled the room and pointed out of it. “This isn’t a bartender’s suite. This isn’t even a businessman’s suite. This is a million, billion whatever you frigging are rooms. Just stop with your lies and tell me what’s going on.”

Gordon went and sat on the massive four poster bed. “They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, when I crashed my car, mine did, and I didn’t like what I saw. So I made a list of what I wanted, and what I could change. I changed my life, and that’s how I came to Australia.” Dawn blinked and inched closer to the bed. Gordon scrubbed his hand over his face. “I am Gordon Wilks. I have never lied to you.”

“Bullshit!” He stood and came toward Dawn, but she backed away.

“It’s true. I haven’t lied. I just never told you who was in America.”

“Don’t you mean who you are?”

“Sprite, Y—”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Fuck, I should have listened to Amber. God, I’m an idiot.” She turned to leave. Dawn felt as if she needed to get away. She wanted to go home. She couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to figure it out. She finally let herself be carefree, be the sister and friend who had fun and let loose, did something crazy, and this is what happens to her. She marries a liar, a man she knows nothing about, a man she thought she loved. But could she be in love if he weren’t who he said he was?

Gordon’s arms circled her, and she fought to get out of his hold. “No, don’t go. Hear me out. Please. Dawn, please. Please, I love you.”

She froze in his embrace. “Ha, you don’t love me. I’m just some rich man’s game.” She wiped her eyes and turned to stare up at him. “What? Did you fuck everyone in your circle and decide to come down under and try something different? Did you lose a bet? Did mummy and daddy cut you off? Did you not do as your nanny said? Oh, I know—you wanted to see how young and different you could hook a gir—”

“That’s enough,” he roared. “You will be quiet and listen to me, or so help me God, I will tie you down and tape your damn mouth shut.”

Blinking, Dawn gazed at him, and what she saw wasn’t her Gordon, the one she thought she loved, but the Gordon from the Facebook profile. He was cold, calculating, and power flowed through him, so much so, Dawn knew she wouldn’t defy him. Slowly, she nodded.

Gordon gently carried her to the bed, got on and then picked her up and placed her so she straddled him. She couldn’t help flinching when his hands came up and cupped her face. “I did it all wrong. I know. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I am Gordon Wilks, CEO of Wilks and Co financial services. The son of Dallas’s richest dynasty family. But you need to see this from my side. All my life, people have always wanted something from me. It’s hard to tell if friends are really friends, or if they are just being your friend because they want something from you. I learned from a young age that women would do anything to trap me into marrying them. I avoided being in any relationships. The only close ones I had was my father, who has only become close since he retired and has time for me. Then my nannies and my closest friends like David, who grew up just like me. I was in a car crash, and as I said, when I came to from it, I didn’t like what I’d seen or my future. I made a list of what I wanted, what I had heard from employees that we had. I wanted what I saw of others, what I’ve never had. I knew I wouldn’t find it here in America where everyone knows me. It would be easy for my competition to find me and cause trouble, so I moved to Australia. And you know the rest. I didn’t, haven’t lied, I just didn’t tell you any of that.”