A Wedding to Remember: Switched at Marriage Part 1 Page 8
"Or mine. They'll swear you were out of my league. And, I hate to point this out, you were with Eric."
"Off and on. I was with him off and on. I could have been with you at one point in the off phase. You and I studied together a lot." I held my phone up. "This is from your point of view. You could have misinterpreted that studying as dating."
"I see," he said again, with a tease in his voice. "Isn't this announcement lopsided? I'm madly in love with you, apparently. But you seem aloof. There's no mention of how much you love me." Whispered in my ear, his deep voice was like chocolate. Delicious and tempting.
"Again. This is an announcement from you. You're being modest. Unassuming. Sweet, professing your undying love. But I did say we're a happy couple. Now we just need to have your office send this out to the news outlets."
He put his hand on my shoulder just as his phone rang.
It startled Data awake. She barked and jumped off my lap.
Justin glanced at his phone. "It's my assistant. I have to take this." He held up a finger, indicating I should give him a moment.
I turned away to give him some privacy. But not before I saw the way his face softened when he picked up. "Ophelia." He caressed her name. His voice even went a little gooey in a deep chocolate way.
My heart pounded as I looked out the glass walls to the city around us and tried not to hear the intimate, familiar way he spoke to her. It wasn't as if I'd had a lot of time to think about things, but this was the first time I'd even considered that he'd given up his freedom, too.
He claimed there was no one else in his life. But maybe that simply meant there was no one else at this moment. That he hadn't had a chance to make his move. The way he was talking to Ophelia certainly sounded as if he liked her.
"Okay…sure…sounds good…yep," he murmured to her, and laughed.
My phone began buzzing, too. I got a text from Dex.
"About time," I whispered to myself. I'd been wondering when he would weigh in.
Just heard the news. Best wishes, Lala. Isn't that the socially acceptable thing to say to the bride? Here's what I really want to say: What the shit? Don't tell me you fell for his money? How the hell did he trick you into marrying him? Whatever con he pulled, it was epic.
Treat him well and give him a chance. You two could be adorable together. Your words. Ha ha.
Seriously, you could have done a lot worse. You've risen in my estimation. Your taste in men has improved, anyway. Brains over brawn, Lala. Good choice. Give the blushing groom my congrats.
Conned into marriage? I turned to stare at Justin. He was still talking animatedly to the fair Ophelia. God, what a name. Poor thing.
No, I thought. He wouldn't. He likes her. What have I done? What have we done? Is there any chemistry between us at all? Can I actually fake this?
He saw me staring at him and smiled, confused by the way I was looking at him. I slid next to him and covered his hand that was holding the phone.
You know, I wasn't a sharing person. Never had been. I certainly wasn't going to share my husband. Not for a year, anyway.
I pulled the phone out of his hand, hit "end," and tossed it to the other end of the sofa. He stared at me, surprised, but wordless, as I looked into his eyes. I saw myself reflected. But what I really wanted to see was how he saw me. How he felt. How I felt. There was only one way to find out.
Dex's taunting rang in my ears as clearly as if he'd spoken the words aloud. I slid into Justin's lap, facing him, perched over him in the position of power. I watched him swallow, hard. Watched his eyes cloud with confusion as I took his bearded face firmly in my hands and let my long hair envelope our faces. As my skirt flared around his jeans, I lowered my crotch against his and rocked and rubbed against him.
His breath caught as I lowered my lips to his and gently pressed them against his. As I rhythmically rocked against him, the boner in his jeans grew hard and long. He held perfectly still, his arms at his sides, letting me make all the moves.
I wondered as I ran my tongue over his lips, ignoring the annoying prickle and tickle of his coarse beard, for just a second, I wondered if his long, hard reaction to me was purely automatic. A simple trick of nature. He was unnaturally still.
I teased his mouth open with my tongue. He groaned and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him as he arched up into me. His jeans were rough against the thin barrier of my silk panties. His kiss was hard and inexperienced against mine. But damningly eager and enthusiastic. Almost endearing.
As his hands slid up my waist, hot on my back, tugging at my blouse, Data barked. And barked, dancing around us. Jealous girl.
I ignored her. We ignored her. I pushed Justin. Pushed myself. Pushed aside the racing of my pulse. The wetness of my panties. And the thought that there was any way I could possibly be turned on by him. There was no chemistry. There couldn't be. There never had been before. I must just be desperate. Distraught. Stressed. Tired.
He stuck his tongue deep in my mouth with the erotic intensity of a novice.
Data barked louder and jumped up at his legs, pawing and begging to be let up.
"Justin!" His name on her lips brought us up cold.
He froze. I pulled away and looked up across the room at a nerdy young woman, wearing a dress that looked like it belonged on her mom, or maybe her great grandmother, standing in the entry. At first glance, dressed in those matronly, boxy clothes, she could have been anywhere between twenty and fifty-five. She obviously had a key that let her all the way to the penthouse.
"Ophelia." His voice cracked. He looked as guilty as if she was the wronged party here. As if she'd actually caught us in bed.
Ophelia was definitely not so fair. Her face was dark and stormy. Her eyes were flashing and shining with hurt.
She's in love with him, I thought. Oh, damn, she hates me on sight. And she's in love with my husband. Isn't this a lovely cliché?
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FLIRTING AFTER THE ALTAR…
Kayla is in over her head. Being a billionaire’s wife of convenience for a year isn’t the fantasy job she expected. Sure, the pay is good. If she can last the year and not get caught in the lies she and Justin are telling.
But she’s off men, so it should all be good. Until she meets Justin’s hot billionaire friend, Lazer Grayson, and the chemistry between them is immediate and undeniable.
With such intense competition from his hot friend, can Justin win Kayla’s heart?
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