Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) by Nikki Bloom (free ebook novel .txt) 📗

“It feels good.”

I sighed, shaking my head, as I bit back a smile. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of him all around me. It was nice. Who am I kidding? It was more than nice. It made my flesh tingle and my heart beat faster. He ran his fingers casually up and down my arm, tracing random patterns as he breathed on my neck. We didn’t speak; just let the silence thicken and lengthen until all that could be heard in the room was our harsh breathing and the faint rumble of Louis Armstrong’s voice.

His finger swiveled around my nipple, creating ever decreasing circles as he progressed from base to tip. My breathing got more erratic and I moaned a little bit, just to let some of the lust out. My back arched of its own accord and my hips rubbed against his rock-hard dick.

He groaned as if he was in pain, squirming against me. It was weird how much I enjoyed the sounds he was making. I twisted around slowly, my lips tingling with the need to have his on mine. He smiled a little shyly at me before leaning forward, lips puckered, to plant little kitten licks along the length of my lips.

It was nowhere near enough.

I surged upwards, capturing his lips with mine, my tongue snaking into his mouth, my clawed fingers holding his head steady. I wanted to taste the dangly thing at the base of his throat, lick all the chocolate still coating his teeth, maybe suck his tongue into my mouth. The hunger for him was insane. I chalked it down to not having been in a relationship for so long that now I was overcompensating.

To my shock, he grasped my ass in both hands and got to his feet. I knew he was strong but…damn. I let him manhandle me out of the bathroom and over to the bed, without once removing my mouth from his. He threw me down with a feral smile, looking me over from head to toe like I was a feast and he was deciding where to begin gobbling me down.

I lay, arms spread wide, one leg bent at the knee, just waiting. He put one knee on the bed, his eyes growing more hooded, darkening steadily with lust as they traveled up my legs and landed on the dark downy hair that covered my cookie. I widened my legs slowly, as he made a choked sound deep in his throat. He dived forward, burying his head between my legs and I squealed, throwing my head back and wrapping my legs around his neck.

He went to town, licking, suckling, tickling, laving and nipping with impunity. What little was left of my upper brain function disappeared like smoke. All that was left was ‘more more more!’ in a never-ending loop.

I wanted him inside of me so bad; my inner muscles were spasming with the need of it. Yet somehow, it was a shock when he straightened up and pushed himself into me.

I screamed a little as my body moved up the bed with the force of his thrusts. It was just so good, I wanted to shout it to the skies. My breasts jiggled as he worked me over, pounding me so hard that pretty soon my head was banging against the headboard.

Surprisingly thoughtful, he curled his hand protectively against the top of my head to stop me from getting a concussion but didn’t stop the tempo of his thrusts even by an inch – thank heavens. Honestly, if we weren’t already married, I’d have asked him for his hand right then and there.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched against him, encouraging him to go deeper, reach for more. A carefree laugh escaped me; I suppose my endorphins were working overtime in making me feel good. I pushed back as he pushed into me, the jolt of impact sending shards of electricity every which way, lighting my body on fire. I closed my eyes and let go, allowing climax to bear down on me unhindered by inhibitions. There was plenty of time to worry about what all this meant – later.

He groaned, long and low as he emptied himself into me, his body shaking and shuddering with the force of it. It seemed to trigger in me a second orgasm because my inner muscles just clamped down on him and I was frozen in a rictus of too much. I could barely move for how much my muscles were spasming. I feared he might kill me.

In the end, he did not. I collapsed backward on the bed and promptly passed out.

When I came to, there was a bottle of water on the bedside table, and Dom lay fast asleep next to me. I was momentarily confused as to what I was doing with him, in his bed, before things clicked back into place.

Domenic Cliff was my husband.

I huffed a laugh, disbelieving. It was like one of the stories I’d read so obsessively, but if I’d been writing it, I’d have cast myself as the spazzy friend who was down on love.

Wait. Why did I say love?

I turned to the side, picked up the water and downed it and then closed my eyes determinedly, eager to escape into sleep.

My meeting with the board was on Tuesday and so on Monday morning, I made sure to be at work at 8 a.m. on the dot. I had a lot to do and I wanted to be as visible as possible, so that I was foremost on everyone’s minds. I hadn’t seen Danna since her last attempt to psyche me out, which was a relief, frankly. She was too good at pressing my buttons.

To my shock, I’d been accosted at the employee’s entrance by a paparazzi wanting to know why I was continuing to work when I was married to such a wealthy man. I rolled my eyes and ignored him, but he