Marriage Of Convenience: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (11 page)

She
wasn’t drunk enough not to be afraid of these feelings. This
marriage was one of convenience and after tonight, the sex would no
longer be part of it. They hadn’t talked about faithfulness
though. Was she supposed to live celibate beside him after the things
he was doing to her tonight? She hoped she was drunk enough so she
wouldn’t remember in the morning. That way, she wouldn’t
have to
know
what she was missing.

And what is with all
the teenage angst and whining already girl? If you want to sex him
again, well he’s your husband innie?

And then Jonathon lay
her back onto the pillows so he could pin her wrists next to her head
and attack her mouth and neck again, straddling Leila's body as he
did it, sitting on her to hold her down -- it felt like being a
little kid again, like being powerless and helpless and needing and
wanting and vulnerable and dependent on someone else to take care of
her.

It was confusing and
exhilarating at the same time, and she must have been making little
whimpering noises because Jonathon lifted his head, stared down at
her, and Leila began bucking up under him, trying to regain the
contact.

"You okay?"
Jonathon asked. "You wanna be on top?"

"You're asking
me?" Leila didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"'Course I'm
asking, Leila," Jonathon snapped. "This ain't some kind of
non-consensual bondage thing. I know you've got control issues, and
I'm sure as hell not trying to possess you."

It was almost funny,
Jonathon having practically forced himself into her life, and Leila
almost laughed, but probably just managed to look a little insane;
because Jonathon climbed off of her, released her wrists, and slipped
down beside her on the pillows.

Dude??

"Come on,"
Jonathon says. "You drive."

Dude what??

It was so incredible,
Jonathon just giving in like that, that it made Leila feel more cared
for than anything Jonathon could have done.

Leila shivered pushing
away the feeling but still let Jonathon cup her face and swipe his
thumb across it as he lowered his mouth for another long, bruising
kiss. She swept her hand down Jonathon's body, pulling him in so they
were pressed together again, Leila half on-top.

Things moved along
without conversation after that, Leila devoured his body with her
mouth for a while, taking her time with it; caressing and massaging
with her hands until Jonathon was a quivering, boneless mess.

That’s right.
I got skills too Jonny.

And then Leila slid to
her knees on the floor and pulled Jonathon's body toward the edge of
the pillows, spreading his legs wide so she could lick and suck
between them. It was Jonathon's turn to writhe and moan and whimper,
especially when Leila's fingers push into him, worrying that secret
spot inside him that made his dick leak and his body arch in
shuddering ecstasy.

“
God
damn!” Jonathon shouted and then he grabbed at Leila’s
arm, urging her forward onto his dick.

“
Not
yet,” Leila said resisting his urgent pulling.

“
Please!”
he pleaded his eyes wild. Leila felt like a god, able to grant or
take away desires simply by staying still or moving.

“
Condom,”
she said. She wasn’t drunk enough to have unprotected sex with
a stranger…even one with whom she’d taken extensive
blood tests just a few days ago. He gestured frantically at his
wallet that was sitting beside the empty pizza box. She reached for
it, peering at the slits in search of what they needed to get this
show on the road. She pulled it out and handed it to him since she
was no good at unwrapping the tightly sealed prophylactic. He tore
into it like it had tried to kill his mother and then he was pulling
it on while panting like a thirsty puppy. As soon as it was done he
grabbed her hips and eased her all the way down until his balls were
flush against her hips. Leila leaned down over him and took his mouth
again, swallowing Jonathon's cries of near-painful pleasure as Leila
fucked him with her tongue and he surged ever more passionately into
her with his dick. Jonathon reached between their bodies to caress
Leila’s clitoris until she tensed, shook and shuddered above
him. He arched under her, feeling his whole body loosen with
surrender as shudder after shudder of pleasure shook through his
body. Jonathon wrenched his mouth away from her as the shock waves
immobilized him, soft strangled sobs punched out with each thrust.
Leila pushed up on one arm so she could watch his face as he came
undone, mouth open and slack, eyes half-lidded and unseeing, skin
flushed and radiant. She went still, shaking as his frantic thrusts
hit their mark every time. She watched as Jonathon's body reacted
without conscious thought. She saw the tension building in Jonathon's
face so that he was suddenly gasping, clenching his jaw, throwing his
head back against the pillow, exposing the long, tight muscles in his
neck and shoulders, and it was the most beautiful thing Leila's ever
seen, watching
her husband
come -- all the years and years of imagining this moment and it just
doesn't compare to the reality of Jonathon letting it all go for her,
because of her, he was wedged so deep inside her -- and it was that
thought ---
her husband is wedged inside
her…
That's what sent Leila's
own orgasm surging through her, tearing out of her like the white
heat and momentary blankness of an exploding star, or death itself.
She was breathing hard as she came down, opening her eyes to gaze
down at Jonathon's face, still out of it in the haze of his
afterglow.

*****

She woke up the next
morning with the worst hangover she’d ever experienced. It was
like twenty eight construction workers simultaneously hammering away
inside her head while they wolf whistled thirty women walking by one
at a time while simultaneously shining a bright light into her
sensitive eyes and churning her stomach with wet cement. She barely
made it to the toilet in time. She didn’t want to open her eyes
to look too closely because the bathroom window was letting in too
much light, but she suspected she’d left her small intestine in
the toilet. She crawled miserably back to her bedroom, where Jonathon
lay sprawled all over her bed. He’d already colonized the
little space she’d left unoccupied when she dashed to the
bathroom. She sighed tiredly, not having enough energy to push him
away so she shuffled across to her mother’s room and flopped
back down on the bed, curling miserably into herself and chasing the
escape of sleep. Luckily, she was just still drunk enough to find
that blacking out wasn’t much of a chore.

The smell of coffee
permeating up her nostrils woke her up some time later.

“
Rise
and shine princess,” a loud grating voice said. She flapped her
hands in a quelling gesture without opening her eyes. Hoping the
voice would take the hint and stop talking.

“
Come
on, it's almost mid day. Don’t you wanna visit your mama
today?” the voice insisted on carrying on speaking much to her
chagrin. She burrowed deeper into the pillow, trying to hide from it.

“
Leeeiiiillaaaa,”
the voice said, whining her name in a way that made her want to
murder him.

“
I’m
sick,” she groaned.

“
You’re
hung over. And I have hair of the dog. But you have to lift your head
if you wanna feel better,” the voice coaxed.

“
Go
away,” she tried.

“
No,”
it said and Leila cracked one eye open to glare at him. Jonathon
stood in front of her, dressed in sweat pants and nothing else,
smiling at her with way too much cheerfulness for her psyche to take.

“
I
will murder you,” she told him.

“
You’d
have to get up out of that bed first,” he said smugly.

Leila groaned and
burrowed deeper into the bed. Suddenly, she felt it dip and there was
a heavy weight above her.

“
Come
on Leila, get outta there. Come play with me,” Jonathon
wheedled from somewhere way too close above her.

“
Gerroff
me,” she ordered.

“
You’re
not the boss of me,” he said.

“
How
old are you? Eight?” she complained, going so far as to uncover
her face to glare at him. Jonathon grinned widely at her.

“
I
got you to open your eyes didn’t I?” he said smugly.

Leila stuck her tongue
out at him. Jonathon got off her and reached for her hand.

“
Come
on,” he said pulling her from the bed. “I got a really
delicious pot of coffee brewing. It’ll be worth being vertical
I promise you.”

Leila just whined in
reply as Jonathon pushed her out the door.

“
Did
we just have our first fight?” he said as he propelled her
along the corridor.

Leila rolled her eyes.

*****

“
So
I got married this weekend, what did you do?” she told Martha
on Monday morning as her assistant handed over her coffee, almost
causing her to drop it.

“
What?”

“
Yep.
Married. You?” Leila was trying her best to be super casual so
that Martha didn’t freak out. She didn’t think she could
survive a freak out. She was barely holding it together as it was.
Life was happening too fast; she needed someone to stop the world so
she could get off.

“
You
got married?” Martha asked as if she’d said she visited
Mars during the weekend.

“
Yes,”
Leila held out the ring on her finger for Martha’s inspection.
It was nothing ostentatious; in fact, it was easily overlooked if one
wasn’t paying close attention. It was an antique silver ring
inlaid with an emerald jewel in the shape of a star and inscribed on
the inside with the phrase ‘Semper Fi’. There were Celtic
patterns inscribed in the silver Jonathon hadn’t explained but
they made the ring seem more magical than it really was…obviously,
since it wasn’t magical at all.

“
Its
beautiful,” Martha said in awed and breathless tones.

“
Well,”
Leila shrugged shyly and was surprised to find that she was blushing.
“Yeah.”

She extricated her hand
from Martha’s grasp and turned to business. “So what’s
my schedule like this morning?”

“
Oh
ummm…it's fairly clear. I believe you said you had a lot of
paperwork to catch up on.”

“
Yes
I do. Okay then, get me some coffee would you?” Leila said
sitting down.

“
Okay.
Will do,” Martha said walking to the door, where she stopped to
regard Leila shyly. “Congratulations.”

“
Thank
you,” Leila replied and smiled.

*****

The office was abuzz
with the news of her nuptials. True, she hadn’t told Martha not
to tell anyone. Still it was a nuisance. Said nuisance factor was
multiplied by ten when Jonathon stopped by to take her out for lunch.
She could smell the excitement as she walked across the office with
him by her side, hand casually linked with hers. She didn’t
know when exactly they became a couple that held hands but it didn’t
seem awkward.

“
So,
what is it you want to tell me?” she asked as the waiter went
off with the menus, having taken their orders.

“
I
talked to Mrs. Renfield and she refused to sell,” Jonathon
said.

“
Oh.
Well there’s a surprise,” Leila replied sarcastically.

“
Yes
well…then your ex boyfriend came by as she and I were talking
and
we
got
to talking and long story short, he agreed to sell us his place.”

“
What?!?”

“
Yeah.
And he apparently is getting ready to go on some world tour so he
wants the deal concluded as fast as possible. We’re signing
papers tomorrow.”

“
But…he
lives
opposite
us.
We can’t exactly meld two apartments that are across from each
other!”

“
True,
but then we don’t really have to do we? I got to thinking about
what your mother said – about us living together – and I
have to concede that sometimes I can be irritating to be around. I’m
a spoiled brat; I readily admit. She doesn’t need that. But
you
don’t need to be away from her. So how convenient would it be
for us to be just across the hall?”

Leila stared at him
with her mouth wide open, wondering what to object to first.

“
He’s
not my ex boyfriend,” she said at last.

“
What?”

“
Carlyle.
He and I have never…you know.”

“
Oh.
Well, his loss.”

“
And
I don’t know if living opposite Mama would work. What if she
needs something during the night?”

“
Did
you forget the full time nurse we’re hiring?”

“
Mama
is never going to agree to be treated like an invalid, let alone live
with some stranger in her house.”

“
Okay
then, plan B; she has a nurse in the day time, and at night we can
set up one of those monitor things people use to keep tabs on their
babies.”

Leila laughed, “Oh
you naïve thing you…I’d like to see you propose
that to Ma and see how far you get.”

“
Well
then what? You suggest something then.”