Phoenix The intimate wedding and garden rec eption under a large, fancy canopy were a coup—simple, elegant, and upscale. The chefs at the Pompadour pulled out all the stops. Thank God the official photos are behind us. I swear the photographer must’ve snapped a thousand photos. Not that I’m complaining too much. We’re paying a premium for one of the top photographers in LA. So far, it’s clear the guy is worth his weight in gold. Him and his team are still buzzing about, setting up their equipment in pr eparation for the cake cutting. After the obligatory rounds of thank you for coming, my wife es caped upstairs. My wife. Those are two words I never thought would ever slip from my lips. Even though I’m a willing participant in this fake marriage, I was this close from losing my shit during the ceremony. Knowing the countdown started when the priest uttered, “till death do you part”, is the only thing that prevented me from panicking at the idea of tying the knot with a woman. Michaela owns my balls for only one year. After that, I’m back to being a free agent. Thank God I have an exit strategy in place. Speaking of the little dragon, what’s taking her so long? I stride back inside and climb the stairs two by two to the top floor of my father’s Malibu Colony Beach mansion and make my way to the guest room he assigned to her. As far as Dad, Slate, Wilder, and Roman are concerned, Michaela and I have a platonic marriage. I didn’t feel the need to update them on the latest developments. I knock. She cracks open the door and pokes out her beautiful face. She’s still radiant. And all but her lipstick, her subdued makeup is still flawless. “What are you doing up here?” She gathers the fabric of her white silk robe. “Is that any way to talk to your husband?” I peer over
her head. “You don’t have to act when it’s the two of us.” “I disagree. It’s best to stay in character.” She rolls her eyes. “What are you doing?” “I’m changing.” “Why? You stop traffic in your wedding dress and tiara.” The stylists at the Pompadour’s boutique worked their connections to track down a stunning designer dress at the last minute. They’re definitely getting a bonus. When they suggested a tiara adorned with Swarovski crystals as the ultimate regal accessory to complement a princess dress, Michaela hesitated. I told her she should go for it. I’m glad she did. She looked like a queen walking down the aisle. “Thank you for the compliment. And thank you again for my perfect dress and all the incredible jewelry.” She brings a hand to her 2-carat diamond studs. I also got her a magnificent wide diamond bracelet made in Italy. “I felt like a princess today.” “I’m a generous husband, but then again my queen deserves it.” She purses her lips. “Well, your queen loves the way her king spoils her.” I shouldn’t like hearing those words this much. “So back to my question. Why are you changing?” “It’s tradition to slip into a less princesscy dress for the party.” “Okay.” I push open the door and let myself into the room before closing it behind me. “Phoenix, you can’t be in here,” she says. “People will notice we’re both missing.” A muscle in my jaw clenches and my cock twitches in my tuxedo pants as I take in every delicious inch of her. My eyes travel down her body, stopping a little too long on her exposed legs and her dainty toes painted in a soft shade of pink. “Come on, kitty cat, loosen up. It’s tradition for the groom to es cape for a little alone time with his bride.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “According to which manual?” “Phoenix König’s Guide to the Perfect Fake Marriage.” We both laugh. “People have been buzzing around us all morning like busy bees,” I say. “Now that it’s the two of us, we can talk openly. You can change. I won’t look.” “Fine.” Every muscle in my body locks tight as she sashays to the other side of the room, giving me an eyeful of her fine ass. The temptation to find out if she’s wearing
virginal white panties and a matching bra underneath the robe is overwhelming. “Do you think we pulled it off?” She leans against the dresser. I mimic her by leaning against the door. “I’m certain we did. Your uncle and my extended family are clueless.” “Uncle Ian was miffed I k ept our relationship a secret.” She bites a manicured nail. “I told him I was so sw ept away, my feet weren’t touching the ground and my head was in a blissful cloud. Hence, why my mind was so preoccupied and I failed to announce my new relationship status to the world.” “Damn, woman, you deserve an Oscar once this is over.” “At the very least.” “The official wedding photos will hit the internet within the hour. That should seal the deal in the public’s eye.” The publicist refused to wait. I wasn’t going to argue with her. “No hiccups so far?” I shake my head. “It’s smooth sailing... let’s see if it still holds true later at the party.” “We got this.” I nod. This woman who was a stranger less than a week ago is now my most formidable ally. “We did it as a team.” I push off the door and stalk to her. Without her high heels, she’s a tiny dragon. “We did,” she says with a smile, looking up at me. My eyes drop to her chest. The outline of her breasts is visible under the silky fabric of her robe. No bra. I’m entranced as her chest lifts each time she takes a breath. This close, her tempting perfume envelops me. As if drawn to her like a magnet, I lean in and inhale her scent. A hint of headiness mixes with the floral notes of her perfume. Heaven. Something stirs beneath my skin. I’m in trouble, but fuck if that stops me. I lean the rest of the way, tangle my hands into her short hair, and stare down at her. She stares back. Unable to resist, I place a soft kiss on her mouth. It’s meant to be nothing more than a thank you, but when our lips touch, I can’t pull away. She moans into my mouth, as if testing my resolve. I’m just a man. I’m not that strong. I turn us both around and cross the room until her back hits the wall. The kiss is as reckless as it was the last time I had my mouth on hers behind closed doors. Sw ept up in a cyclone of desire, I ravish her mouth. Her taste explodes on my
tongue, turning the fire raging inside me up twenty notches. Damn. I de epen the kiss. She responds with as much ardor. Our tongues mingle in a sexy dance as our hands roam all over the place, our breaths heavy. She places her hands against my chest, pushing away from me. “What is it?” “You promised we wouldn’t do more than kiss.” Her voice trembles. I kiss her ear, then her neck before saying, “We are kissing.” She twists out of my grip and hooks closed fists at her hips, her mouth screwing up into a defiant expression. “That’s not the kind of kissing we agreed to.” “I’m aware I’m married to a woman I can’t fuck, but kissing should at least be on the table. And none of that chaste stuff either. I’m talking about kissing you thoroughly like you deserve.” “Don’t say things like that, Phoenix.” Her green eyes are as dark as a forest, her pupils dilated with lust. You want this as much as I do, kitten. “Why not?” “Because. You shouldn’t.” “That’s a weak excuse,” I say. She sinks her teeth into her full bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth, pondering on her answer. “Things could get complicated.” I run my eyes over the curve of her cleavage. Lifting a finger, I draw a line between her breasts before cupping one of them. She shivers. She may protest, but her body isn’t. Every muscle in my own body aches with the need to sink my cock de ep inside of her. I’m sure I’ll pay the price for my greed. Once won’t be enough and I’ll have to find my way back inside her sweet pussy. Good thing I’m a master negotiator. “After what happened in my office, things are already complicated, kitten,” I say. “We can ke ep pretending there’s nothing between us and grow frustrated with each passing day—with me acquiring a bad case of blue balls—or we can live out this attraction.” I allow for a pregnant pause. “I vote for the latter.” Her eyes flick from mine to my lips and back up again. “They’ll hear us.” That’s the hold back? She needs a little nudge. “Given the sheer size of the mansion, the music playing and the animated conversations outside, I doubt anyone will hear us. And, let’s not forget, the free-flowing
champagne plays to our advantage. If we were able to get away with our naughty fun at my office, this will be a piece of cake. And, if we were to get caught, it wouldn’t shock anyone. We’re newlyweds madly in love, remember?” Her eyes shift from left to right. She’s thinking. I can help. I lay my cards on the table. “Since Wednesday, you’ve been an obsession. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the image of you climaxing all over my fingers. I want you naked, and writhing, and moaning, and coming again.” “Phoenix...” My name is a plea on her lips, and it’s my undoing. “Don’t say that.” “You’re r epeating yourself, Michaela, but your protest does little to veil the lust I read in your eyes.” She bites against her lower lip so hard, I fear she’ll draw blood. I soldier on. “I want to fuck you so bad and shoot my load so de ep inside you, I can’t think straight. I’ve never—and I mean, never—wanted a woman like I want you.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to me until her body is flush with mine. “I can’t fake this,” I say, pressing my hard-on against her. Helpless eyes stare wide behind a curtain of long, fluttering, dark lashes. “And you can’t fake this.” My hand travels underneath her robe to the middle of her legs. “For fuck’s sake. You’re naked.” Her cheeks flush. “The thong I was wearing was uncomfortable, so I removed it. I was about to slip into another pair of panties when you knocked.” “Bless that thong.” My fingers slide between her drenched pussy lips. A gasp es capes from her lips when I part her robe, revealing her naked breasts. “You have the most magnificent tits.” She smiles. I make love to her perfect tits, licking and sucking each nipple into my mouth, causing her to make desperate, needy, little sounds that are music to my ears. I circle my tongue around a puckered, pink bud one last time before biting against it as I slide a finger over her hard clit. “Dear God,” she says. “You’re so damn wet for me.” My voice is strained. My cock is about to fucking explode. “This is over the top,” she says. “Everything about us is over the top.
From the way we met, to the reason we were brought together, to our speedy wedding... it’s pure madness. But us together, fuck...” I brush the back of my fingers along her cheek with my free hand while the fingers of the other skate over her clit in slow tortuous circles. “Your body was waiting for me. Tell me you don’t want me to make you lose your fucking mind like I did in my office.” “Cocky much?” I cut to the chase. “Let’s stop pretending.” “I’m going to blame the champagne for this decision.” I pull my hand away from underneath her robe and st ep back. Confusion colors her eyes. “What did I say?” “If you can’t make this decision on a clear head, I’m going back downstairs.” Her eyes flinch, her surprise evident. “All right—” “Wait,” she says and grabs my arm. “I want you to make me come again.” “That’s it?” “I want you, Phoenix.” With an agonizing grunt, I rip my tuxedo jacket off my shoulders, tossing it aside. I make quick work of my bowtie and in a flash, I unbutton my shirt, st ep out of my shoes and remove my socks. My pants and boxer briefs are next. I stand in front of her naked and ready. “Jesus Christ.” The words drop from her lips as her eyes zoom in on the proof of my desire for her. I’m so hard, my cock is pointing north. “I told you I wanted you.” “Phoenix, that...”—She points to my monster erection—“... is impressive.” “You don’t know the half of it. Wait until I’m pounding your sweet pussy, then you’ll know firsthand.” She stares at me in shock. “Are you on birth control?” “Yes.” “You got my medical test results before signing the contract... and vice versa. We’re both clean.” I lower my eyes to my throbbing cock, before meeting her gaze. “Chasing after condoms right now would be a real fucking pain.” “I’ve never had unprotected sex before.” “Neither have I. You’re my first––my first wife and the first woman I’ll fuck bare.” “That’s a lot of pressure.” I reach out for her. She doesn’t resist. “Something tells me you’re up for the challenge, Mrs. König.” “I
think I can handle it, Mr. König.” “You think or you know?” She ponders on my question. She lifts a defiant chin, fire burning in her eyes. “I can handle your big cock, Mr. König.” “Fuck. Me.” “I thought the idea was for you to fuck me?” “Oh, kitten, you’re asking for it.” “Promises, promises.” She drops her robe and stands before me in all her glory. Goddammit. I take it all in—the seductiveness of her slender curves, her gorgeous, fuckable tits, her toned legs, the sensuality of her stomach, and her pussy hair, trimmed in a shapely martini glass. My cock salutes in appreciation. My gaze slides back to her breasts. Holy fuck, her creamy-pale breasts with soft pink nipples are perfect. They’re a nice size that will fill my palm and large enough to titty fuck. My mouth waters. “I caught a glimpse of your beauty the other day, but seeing you naked...” I shake my head. “Your stunning body renders me stupid.” She beams. I take my time drinking her in, unrushed. “I’m sure it’s a cardinal sin not to fuck your fake wife in a bed covered with smooth Egyptian cotton sheets on your wedding day, but if we lie down, we’re likely to never go back downstairs. Not to mention, sporting freshly fucked hair, is wrong on so many levels.” “So, so wrong.” I love how she’s willing to play along. “You’re okay with a fast and furious ride?” “Yes.” She licks her lips in anticipation. Such beautiful submission. My lips find hers and my tongue delves in. She digs her fingers into my hair, and pushes her mouth onto mine, losing herself to the kiss. I kiss her with hunger as my tongue forces her lips apart. Fuck, kissing her might be my new favorite pastime. After a few long passionate seconds, I pull away from her. “I want you to come on my face, my cock, and my fingers, but we don’t have the luxury of time.” My words shock her. “Your mouth should come with a warning.” “Oh, kitten, I’ve been tame so far.” My voice is de ep and coated with lust. “I’m scared of what you’re like when you’re unleashed.” “Don’t worry, you’ll soon find out.” I lift her in my arms. She circles her legs around my waist and snakes her arms around my neck. I take a few
st eps until her back hits a wall. I position her body right over my cock and groan at the unexpected wetness. She gasps. I’m unpr epared for this mind-blowing sensation. I don’t even play with a woman’s pussy until I’m all wrapped up. I might die before the cake cutting. I slide my cock inside her pussy. She’s dripping. “Jesus, kitten, you’re so tight.” “Oh, God, you’re huge.” I slow down my cadence to give her time to adjust to my size before feeding her a few more inches of my cock. “Holy Jesus, you’re so de ep,” she says. “I’m not even all in.” Wide eyes find mine. “You’re kidding?” “I never kid about my cock.” “I’m not sure I’m up to the challenge.” “You’re selling yourself short.” Without giving her a chance to respond, I thrust inside her with such force her back slams hard against the wall. She cries out. “Now, I’m all in.” Her head lolls back against the wall. She’s so tight, her pussy squeezing my cock like a vice. There are no fucking words to describe what her hot wetness is doing to me. The sensation is so primal, yet so foreign. “Enjoy the ride.” “Oh Jesus,” she says. “I respond better to Phoenix.” “Fucker.” “Your wish is my command.” I fuck her hard and desperate. The frantic cadence is delirious. I swear I’m about to lose my mind. It’s been a while, but fucking this woman bare is the real reason I’m certain my heart is about to burst out of my chest. “Fuck. This— This is so fucking hot.” “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” I sneak a peek to where our bodies are joined and my eyes lock to the way her pussy consumes every inch of my cock. Needing more, I slide my arms under her legs, forcing them further apart. In this position, I can dominate her fully, leaving her no choice but to submit to me. Because I’m a greedy bastard, I don’t hold back. I thrust hard, pushing my throbbing cock inside her hot pussy over and over, burying myself to the hilt. I press my forehead to hers. “I fucking love your pussy.” “I fucking love your cock.” My mouth crashes against hers, and I kiss the hell out of her. “I love it when we’re on the same page,” I say when I come up for air. “So do I.” Sliding in and out of her
slickness without any barrier feels like I’m swimming in sweet honey. Goddammit. I’m relentless, voracious and unyielding in my need to dominate her. I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. She doesn’t complain. She takes it, over, and over, and over again, matching my feral nature. I didn’t expect this from her. Behind the sweet angelic face, hides a dirty girl. My dirty girl. Each one of her desperate moans acts as fuel on a raging fire. I ram into her as if it’s my sole mission in life. My heart is pounding like a drum, and my balls contract so hard, it’s like they’re going to rip open from the weight of my cum. Shit. I have no idea how I’m going to go back to fucking with condoms once this arrangement reaches its term. I push the disturbing thought aside and lose myself inside her. We both gasp from the force of my thrusts. She pulls at my hair as if searching for relief. That does little to rein me in. I’m too far gone. I need her pussy like I need my next breath. “You feel so good, kitten.” I slide in and out of her pussy, raw and rough. She gasps. “Oh shit. Oh God. Oh—” “Shhh.” “Sorry.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “I’m honoring my wife’s pussy by fucking her like she deserves?” “Oh, yes, you are. You really are.” I pound her without mercy. I fuck her so hard, my balls slap against her sweet ass. My ragged breaths echo around the room as I fight to maintain control. “I—I’m close,” she says between breaths. Thank the fuck God. No way am I coming first. “Oh, God.” She pants. “Yes...” “Don’t hold back on me, kitten.” “Fuck. Phoenix—” My lips capture hers, eating her cries of pleasure. Chasing my own climax, I pound into her with such force, her back slams against the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. My body tightens, my balls draw in painfully and my legs threaten to give out from underneath me as I deliver one last forceful thrust. The muscles of my ass lock up so hard, I choke. “Christ, kitten...” I bite down on her shoulder, as I shoot my warm load de ep inside her. Unwilling to come down from my pinnacle, I ke ep fucking
her through the river of cum spewing from her pussy and sliding down my legs. Holy hell. If it wasn’t from the way my body was trembling, I’d be tempted to believe I’ve crossed to the afterlife. The sound of our exhausted breaths takes over the room. I shift her body so I’m holding her full weight in the palms of my hands. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her. I’m in no rush to break our embrace. She lets out a little purr of contentment that tingles all the way to my balls. I swear, I could go for a second round right here, right now. I drop a light kiss on her flushed cheek. “You okay?” “I’m more than okay. That was... that was... there are no words.” I chuckle. “We’re good together?” “We are.” “This was a little rushed because I wanted you so damn much, but I’ll make it up to you later.” I murmur my promise in the crook of her neck. “I can’t wait for you to come all over my tongue.” Her breath hitches. “Phoenix, I can’t do this again. It’s way too intense.” “That’s the way it’s supposed to be.” “Until now, I had no idea sex could be this mind-blowing. There’s no way I can handle this kind of wild ride more than once every other day.” I pull away from her so our gazes meet. “Every other day?” She nods. “I need a day—even two—of rest.” “What kind of in ept lovers have been fucking you, woman?” “I haven’t been with many men and it’s been a while, not that you need to know. Also, not everyone has your stamina or your size, King Stallion.” If that doesn’t make me laugh. “Well, in my kingdom things are different.” “My body won’t sustain it.” “The fuck it will.” “Phoenix, between your punishing thrusts, the position you had me in and your Prodigious Phallus, I doubt I’ll be able to walk elegantly in my heels. Everyone will know something happened between us.” “And that’s a problem how? You’re my wife.” She shakes her head. I pull out of her and drop her to her feet. I cup her face in my hands. “If you think I’m not going to taste your pussy and give you at least three other orgasms before the stroke of midnight, you’re dead wrong, Mrs. König.” She considers me, lips pursed, and malice shining bright in her
eyes. I brace myself for the flames that are about to erupt from her mouth. “Well, when you put it like that—” A knock at the door has me jumping out of my skin. Shit. Michaela draws in a harsh breath as one hand flies up to cover her breasts, while the other cups her pussy. When her panicked gaze meets mine, I do a hand gesture, coaxing her to find out who’s at the door. “Who is it?” “Hey, sis, it’s Wilder.” “Oh, hey, Wilder. What’s up?” “Abuelita Noelia sent me to find you,” he says. “You and my brother better come back downstairs because she’s looking for you all over the place.” “Is your grandmother okay?” Wilder chuckles. “That eighty-three-year-old woman is an oak tree. She’s looking for you to have a little chat to bestow womanly wisdom for your wedding night. She even enlisted one of the cousins to help with the translation. She says you’re gorgeous, but your Spanish is not very good looking.” “That’s a funny saying,” Michaela says. “Abuelita adapted that saying from Celia Cruz,” Wilder says. ““My English is not very good looking” was the Cuban queen of salsa’s go-to phrase whenever she addressed a non-Spanish speaking audience.” “I see,” she says. “In any case, you two better come down, pronto. And for the record, I’m just the messenger, so don’t kill me for putting an end to your husband and wife fun.” I can picture his shit-eating grin. I roll my eyes. Michaela cringes. Mom’s youngest sister, Aunt Angelina, lives in LA. She’s part of our big day, accompanied by her husband Blaize Bickford-Smith, and my cousins Callum and Ainsley—she’s here with her new husband. Dad chartered a jet to fly the rest of Mom’s family from Argentina for the wedding. My grandma, uncles, aunts, and cousins survived my mother’s and Barron’s death. Even if this is a fake wedding, not having them here would be wrong. Explaining a divorce is much easier. “How did you know I was up here, Wilder?” “Bro, I have eyes. Your wife is stunning. Smoking hot, in fact. If you weren’t up here with her, I was going to seriously start questioning your sanity and your manhood.” I
pinch the bridge of my nose. “I apologize for my brother’s lack of tact.” She winces. “You two are terrible actors, by the way,” Wilder says. I was certain we fooled everybody. “What are you talking about?” “Regardless of what you professed, one look at Michaela, and I thought, platonic, my ass. The chemistry between you two reverberates against the walls. It’s electrifying.” He launches into a falsetto. “You idiot. You’re not auditioning for a talent show.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says. “In any case, you can thank me later.” I frown. “Thank you for what?” Then, it hits me. I’m having a conversation with my brother and I’m still buck naked while he’s standing on the other side of the door. Unbelievable. Under other circumstances, this would be quite comical. I shake my head at the ridiculousness of the situation as my gaze moves to Michaela’s naked body and then her terrified face. The poor thing is as white as a sheet. “You’re lucky I came to warn you.” Wilder ke eps talking. “About what?” “I gave you a minute to hit your apogee before knocking, it would’ve been rude otherwise,” he says. It’s now he chooses to be a fucking poet? “FYI, you two are fucking loud. I mean, really fucking loud.” Wilder chuckles. “I could hear you when I reached the top st ep and as I was making my way to Michaela’s room. And, that says a lot since this mansion is enormous.” “Oh God.” There’s no hiding Michaela’s mortification. I’m right there with her. I have a close relationship with my brothers. Not this close. “Jesus Christ.” “It’s a good thing everyone is outside enjoying themselves,” Wilder says. “Your secret is safe with me, lovebirds.” He inhales and exhales a dramatic breath. “But I’d recommend you ke ep the bumping uglies for later, get dressed and get your ass downstairs. Make sure to bring the consort to the king, aka my lovely sister-in-law. See you kids later.” A booming laugh resonates on the other side of the door, as his st eps recede. Michaela’s face turns a bright shade of pink that’s eerily close to the bouquet of Dahlias I got her a few days ago. Wilder can be such a fucker when he puts his mind
to it. I wait and make certain my brother is gone before speaking. “Come on, let’s get dressed before Abuelita Noelia comes up here.” “Okay. I might need a shower first, though.” “No, you don’t.” “But—” “I want my cum inside you. It’s dirty and sexy, and it’ll get me all worked up for round two.” Her jaw drops.