The Wrong Fiancée: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance (Marriage by Contract Book 3)
The Wrong Fiancée: Chapter 29

We went to her cottage, and I understood why. She wanted privacy. I’d offered to kick everyone out of the beach house, but I knew she needed me to meet her where she was—on her terms. It wasn’t that the cottage defined her, but she wasn’t wealthy, and deep down, despite all my apologies, there was a part of her that wanted to challenge me. She needed me to see her as an equal despite the differences in our education and income.

I couldn’t stop touching her.

Since she let me back in, I’d had a hard time keeping my hands off of her. I held her hand. I put an arm around her. I touched her hair. I stroked her cheek. It was endless, this need to be close to her. I was afraid that without the physical connection, she’d slip away, and I’d lose her. That thought was terrifying. I’d found her again—whether it was the universe or the ʻāina, as the locals would say, I’d been given this life-altering chance with her, and I was going to do everything I could to safeguard it.

She pushed me onto her bed in the tiny bedroom. She put her knees on either side of my hips and straddled me. ‘I have you now.’

I grinned, sliding my arms around her waist, my cock hurting. I was so hard and had been since she’d whispered how she wanted to spend the night with me. I knew she wanted us to make love—and now, not just because of the heat between us but because she was finally, truly giving in to how she felt about me.

Before, even though she accepted our chemistry, she held a part of herself back, afraid that the minute she gave in, I’d walk away, telling her she wasn’t enough. I’d done this to her, made her doubt herself. I should be flogged for making this wonderful woman feel smaller. I had judged her based on what she did instead of who she was.

‘You’ve always had me,’ I confessed, “even when you didn’t think you did.’

She gently kissed me, and my heart filled with love for her.

I cupped her face and just looked at her. This beautiful woman was mine.

‘I’m really horny.” Her eyes were filled with amusement. “Can we leave the serious stuff for after you fuck my brains out?’

I grinned. The Elika with a wicked wit, was making an appearance. She was less exhausted, even though she worked just as much as she always had—but now the work she did at the gallery and as a hostess in the restaurant alongside her management training inspired her instead of tiring her. She was engaged in what she was doing and it showed. Also, having two days off every week had its own rewards. I knew she wanted to go back to school, maybe take online classes and finish her bachelor’s degree.

We would argue whenever I brought up the fact that she was enrolled for the fall semester at NYU, starting in late September. The program combined online coursework with in-person classes, and she would graduate from the prestigious Institute of Fine Arts, renowned for its exceptional art history program. With a degree from NYU, her work at Hale Moana, and an internship with Archer Arts & Antiquities, Elika would have access to top-tier faculty, museum connections, and the opportunity to study in one of the most culturally vibrant cities in the world.

She’d complain about the cost. She’d fume at how high-handed I’d been in securing her spot when she hadn’t even applied. But this was NYU, and I was an Archer—we could make applications happen, especially when our funding helped keep the institute thriving.

‘Say you love me?’ I demanded, my hands roaming her body, not resisting the need to touch.

‘I love you.’ She brushed her lips against mine and sat back as I moved my hands under her dress, lifting it over her body and, finally, her head. I threw it aside and looked at her lush black bra and panties.

‘I love you.’ I kissed her lips as I removed her bra. I filled my hands with her breasts and relished her moan.

Yeah, just like that, I thought, acutely aware of the symbolism of us finally getting together again.

I lifted her up and gently laid her down on her bed. ‘Take those panties off.’

She shimmied out of them. She was naked and fucking stunning. Her bedside light wasn’t bright enough so I turned on the ceiling light. She blinked at the onslaught.

‘I want to see you,’ I explained. ‘Now, spread your thighs, baby, so I can.’

She licked her lips and did as I asked.

I groaned. She was wet. The dark curls on her pussy damp. I looked at her from head to toe. She was like an endless buffet spread in front of me. I didn’t know where to start or what to savor first because I greedily wanted all of her.

‘Dean, now,’ she moaned, her hips shifting.

‘Oh, we’re not rushing this, baby.’ My dick wasn’t pleased to hear that. He wanted inside his woman, pronto.

I watched her arousal increase as I undressed, wanting to be skin-to-skin with her. I crawled up her body and lay against her, my cock nestled at the juncture of her thighs.

‘Fuck, you feel good. Your skin is like fucking satin.’

I bent my head and took a nipple in my mouth. She arched her back, my cock hard against her softness, her heat. I wanted to devour her, and I did, holding her lush breasts together as I suckled, nibbled, and bit—getting so fucking turned on by the sounds she made.

Finally, I wanted my prize, so I pressed a hand on her stomach and moved down her body.

‘When is it my turn to taste you?’ she demanded.

I smiled. ‘You made me wait so⁠—’

‘I did not,’ she protested. ‘I’ve been asking to make love for days, and you’ve been turning me down.’

‘Oh, but you made me wait,’ I said firmly.

She smiled and nodded. She knew I wouldn’t make love to her until she’d given me all of her. She finally had.

I was bisexual and had had sex with both men and women, though lately, I’d been attracted to women more than men. So, I’d been around the block and then some. But no one had ever compared to Elika—and I knew no one ever would.

I cupped her dripping pussy, and she whimpered. I dragged my fingertip through her swollen lips and around her clit, circling it, loving how she writhed.

‘More, Dean.’

I shimmied down her body and opened her.

My feast! When I planted my mouth on her slit, she screamed, and it was the best fucking sound in the world. My woman was coming alive because of me.

‘Like that, baby, just like that.’ I licked her and raised my head to see her. She looked like a pagan goddess, her head thrown back, her body arched like a bow.

‘Look at me,’ I growled. She was going to come soon and I wanted her eyes on me when it happened.

I pressed two fingers inside her and tapped her G-spot. I’d found it years ago and hadn’t forgotten where it was. Her body strained, and I knew she was so fucking close.

Watching her watch me, I suckled her clit. She bucked, and I felt her walls squeeze my fingers.

‘Birth control?’ I asked, moving away from her. I had a condom in my wallet.

‘I get an injection,’ she told me.

‘I got tested after….’ I didn’t want to say my ex’s name when we were together.

If I thought that would upset her, I was wrong. She wasn’t upset. Instead, she smiled and sat up, then crawled up to the edge of the bed. ‘My turn.’

She grabbed my cock and pulled it gently toward her.

‘Leading me by my dick, are you?’ I teased as I walked closer, staring at her lips that would soon be around my erection.

She gave good head. I remembered.

She took me in.

I lifted her hair off her face and watched her suck me off. I could come just looking at how much she enjoyed taking me in her mouth. She was damn good at it, too. She gave a lot of suction, kept her lips tight, and fuck that tongue of hers was magic.

After a while, I couldn’t help myself and started rocking. My fingers, which had been stroking her scalp, were now holding her steady.

I pulled her off me before I came down her throat. This was our first time, and I wanted inside her.

She lay back eagerly, and I climbed on top of her. ‘I don’t want to wear a condom.’

I always wore a condom and preferred it. Even with Felicity, I wore one, even though she was on the pill. I just didn’t want to take the risk of disease or pregnancy. But with Elika, my Elika, I wanted to go in bare, feel her without the latex covering my dick, because I wasn’t worried about getting her pregnant—I’d be fine with knocking her up.

‘Get inside me,’ she demanded, her legs circling my hips, pulling me down and into her.

I eased the tip of my cock inside her, wanting to prolong the torture for both of us.

‘Dean,’ she whined.

I went in slowly, one inch at a time, even when she pushed her hips to get more of me.

‘We do this my way,’ I told her.

She glared at me.

‘You already came once. That should tide you over,’ I said cockily.

She chuckled at that. ‘I want more.’

‘And I’ll give you more when,’ I slammed into her, and she cried out, ‘I’m ready.’

Fuck! It was heaven to be inside her again. My control snapped. I pounded into her tight, wet heat.

‘You’re so fucking snug, you’re squeezing me so well.’

I slid my hand down and started to play with her clit. I wouldn’t last long, and I wanted her to come before me.

‘God, Dean, I can’t,’ she moaned.

‘Sure, you can, baby,’ I crooned. ‘Let me show you.’

I plucked at her clit while going balls deep into her. I felt her tremors, and she began to contract around me. I pinched her clit hard, and she exploded. Her orgasm fed mine, and I followed her into what I knew was the most intense climax I’d ever had.