The Wrong Fiancée: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance (Marriage by Contract Book 3)
The Wrong Fiancée: Chapter 30

We ate lobster ravioli from Ke Kai Grill in bed. They’d had leftovers, and I’d brought some food back to the cottage, which was a good thing since sex had made us hungry.

We ate from the cardboard takeout box, not bothering with plates or even heating the pasta. It felt easy, casual, like we’d been doing this for years as we chased each other’s forks for fun.

‘You told me once you were bi. Have you ever been in love with a man?’

He grinned at me. ‘I’ve only been in love once, and that’s with you.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘You proposed to Felicity.’

‘True.’ He poked his fork into a plump ravioli. ‘But I don’t think I loved her. I can see that now. I’ve had sex with men…but lately, I’ve found women more attractive. I haven’t been with a man in a while.’

‘Do you miss it?’

‘Getting pegged?’ He grinned.

I flushed, feeling shy.

‘If I do, will you wear a strap-on, baby?’

I swallowed. The idea made me hot and bothered. I cleared my throat. ‘Have you…ah…do you do that a lot?‘

He chuckled. ‘No. I’ve not had the need. If I wanted a man, I fucked him. Is this making you uncomfortable?’

I shook my head. ‘It’s…exciting.’

Dean pushed my hair off my face. ‘We can try anything and everything you want.’

‘What if I don’t know what I want?’

He shrugged. ‘Then we find out. Sex…good sex happens when we talk to one another and tell each other what we like and what we don’t. Just simple fucking doesn’t require a high level of trust, but to experiment and try new things does. We have that.’

After eating, we went back to bed, lying side by side, looking at one another.

‘Did you ever think about me?’ he asked.

I nodded. ‘Way too much.’

‘I did, too. I…when I thought about proposing to Fee, I…wanted to look for you.’

‘Why didn’t you?’

‘Honestly, I thought you’d have moved on, and I’d feel like a complete jackass for cyberstalking someone I had a fling with years ago.’

‘It was never just a fling for me.’

‘Since I’m here in bed with you—ready to move heaven and earth to be with you, it’s obvious it wasn’t just a fling for me either, baby.’

I cupped his cheek. ‘I know.’

‘I’m sorry for⁠—’

‘No more apologies. We never had a relationship…we were just….’

‘Fucking?’

I laughed. ‘Yes, and doing it very well, mind you. But this time, we’re in a relationship, and this is fresh and new. So, no apologies, no talk about the past.’

‘Thank you.’ He took my hand and kissed it and then rolled over, tugging me onto him so my head rested on his shoulder. ‘How do you feel about Noe?‘

‘Good. Hopeful. If she slides back, she does. Nothing I can do about it. Until then, I’ll enjoy my sister.’

He stroked my back. ‘You have a big fucking heart, Elikapeka Leina Hamlet.’

I nuzzled his chest, heard his heartbeat, and kissed that spot. ‘I’m happy to have given it to you.’ I was being so freaking sappy, it wasn’t even funny.

Feeling safe and content, I dozed off.

I woke up to Dean’s fingers inside me.

‘Dean.’

‘Shh. Go back to sleep, baby. I want to play.’

I let arousal take me over. I opened my eyes when he moved between my legs and nuzzled my pussy with his nose.

‘You smell fucking amazing.’

My hips surged. ‘Keep them open and stay still,’ he ordered, spreading my thighs.

He licked me as he thrust two fingers inside me, and I knew I was getting perilously close to a release.

‘Come inside me,’ I moaned. ‘Dean, I want to come with you.’

‘Not yet.’ He kept eating me out, making my thighs shake. ‘I’m going to make you feel good, baby, so good.’

I was already feeling pretty good, but who was I to stop that man from making me feel better?

As he massaged my G-spot, he suckled my clit. I splintered, and before I’d come down from my high, he entered me.

‘I can feel you milk me,’ he murmured, slowly sliding in and out of me. ‘You’re so tight, so wet, baby.’

His words spurred me on.

Before Dean, I didn’t believe in multiple orgasms during one sexual encounter, but after some of the marathon sex sessions we had in Honolulu, I’d become a believer—though none of my other lovers had managed to wring more than one out of me. It didn’t happen every time I had sex—but with Dean, well, it was like he knew which buttons to push, and viola, I was falling off the edge.

Was he like this with all his lovers? Jealousy seared me.

‘Hey,’ Dean said, gently kissing me. ‘Why are your nails digging into my back?’

I didn’t even realize I’d done that. ‘Ah…I…just wondered…. Forget it.’

He stilled. ‘Nope. Not forgetting it. Tell me.’

‘Just make love to me,’ I whined.

‘Elika,’ he warned, “you want to come again in the near future, you’re going to tell me what happened to make you stiffen and scratch me.’

This was a ridiculous conversation to have when he was hard inside me. But it looked like he was going to be stubborn about it. ‘I was just having a stupid bout of jealousy thinking about your other lovers,’ I confessed sheepishly.

He grinned. ‘I must be doing something wrong if you have the wherewithal to think about who else my dick has been inside.’

I glowered at him. ‘You just had to say it like that, didn’t you?’

He snapped his hips and went in balls deep. ‘The best I had was with this cute little Hawaiian girl who poured me a drink at a tiki lounge in Honolulu. That led to two of the best weeks of my life.’

I rolled my eyes, excitement strumming through me. ‘You have such a way with words.’

‘That’s what they all say.’ He brushed his lips against mine. ‘You’re the only person who drives me crazy with lust, the only one who I’ve ever been afraid of losing because, baby,’ he slammed into me, ‘I don’t think I can make it without you. Now, why don’t you come again so I can, too.”

Since he asked so nicely, I let myself go with a little help from him, and then when he spilled in me, chanting my name, he told me over and over again how much he loved me.

Yeah, Dean Archer was the best I’d ever had, and this time, I was keeping him.