The Greek Billionaire's Counterfeit Bride (5 page)

“I think we probably saw through each other,” Ari said, raising an eyebrow. He ordered them another round and Eva found herself relaxing more and more. They discussed the kind of “work” that Eva had done in the past; she kept the details limited, sticking with the affair and blackmail scam she had run before meeting Jared, and the other small-time grifts she had taken part in.

A song came on over the system and Eva found herself tapping her toe to the beat, almost paying more attention to it than she was to what Ari was saying about a bar he’d found in Paris, late one night—an after-hours place that only a few handfuls of people knew about. “Do you dance?”

“A little,” Ari replied. “Are you asking because you’d like a partner?” Eva shrugged.

“What else is there to do at a bar? Other than talk.” Ari rose to his feet and Eva followed his example; when his hands caressed her waist, she felt a little electric tingle through her body. They began to move together, swaying to the beat, and Eva noticed in the back of her mind that there didn’t seem to be the usual kind of awkwardness that a new partner usually brought with him; she had his rhythm right away, and he seemed to have found hers just as easily.

“It’s not hard at all to believe that you could lure a man to an affair to blackmail him with,” Ari said, once they sat down once more.

“Why is that? My great charm?”

“Charm, good looks…intelligence. If I was married even I would want to take a chance with you.”

“You’re not married, then?” Ari shook his head. Eva reminded herself that she’d known that—at least, as far as the tabloids could be trusted.

“Not married,” he said, an expression flitting across his features. “And obviously you aren’t either.”

“Obviously?” Eva smiled slightly.

“Well—you were committing blackmail on adulterers,” Ari pointed out. “I’d assume you couldn’t be married yourself to do that. Also no wedding ring or even an engagement ring.”

“So we’re both free,” Eva said. She had to admit that during the course of their conversation together, the Greek man had become more and more attractive; above and beyond the fact that he was potentially willing to help keep her out of trouble, and the natural good looks that genetics had bestowed on him.

“That we are,” Ari agreed. He held her gaze for what seemed like a long time. “You do know that you’re incredibly beautiful, don’t you?”

“I’ve always known I’m pretty,” Eva said, smiling wryly.

“Not pretty,” Ari told her, reaching out to take her hand in his. “Beautiful. Incredibly beautiful.”

“Oh come on,” Eva said, shaking her head. “You can’t kid a kidder.”

“Not trying to kid you,” Ari said. He gave her hand a squeeze. “But you have to admit it’s a pretty…opportune moment, isn’t it?” Eva considered; she wasn’t exactly drunk, but she was tipsy enough to know that she should be very careful about going along with any kind of suggestive plan.
What could it hurt? He’s hot. Even if he’s not that great in bed, it’d be a great story to tell someone later.

“What did you have in mind?” Ari glanced around their private little enclave within the club.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested. “This place is too loud.”

Eva thought again; did she really want to go home with him?
Hell yes you do!
Another part of her mind suggested that it would probably be disastrous, but she couldn’t make herself listen; Ari was gorgeous, and he’d danced with her so well, she knew that there would be nothing but chemistry between them if they fell into bed together.

“Let’s go,” she said. “Lead the way.”

Chapter Six

“I should have known you’d live in a place like this,” Eva said, kicking her shoes off of her feet carefully as she stepped into the entryway of Ari’s immense hotel suite. She turned to look at him and grinned. “And that it would be a hotel.”

“For most of my adult life, it has only made sense to live in hotels,” Ari said with a shrug. He closed the distance between them and his hands fell to her waist. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do; you know that, right?”

“Did I seem like I didn’t want to be here?” Eva looked around the hotel suite, briefly taking in the beautiful, luxurious details; she thought idly to herself that it was easily as nice—though not as big—as the penthouse apartment she’d outbid him on falsely.

“I just want to make sure,” Ari murmured. Eva turned to meet his gaze and felt the heat rising up in her body. “I have never in my life ever just… used a woman, and I don’t intend to start now.”

“That’s principled of you,” Eva said, licking her lips. Ari snickered, leaning in just barely closer to her, until only inches remained between their bodies.

“It’s mostly ego,” Ari admitted. He brushed his lips against her cheek and Eva turned her head on instinct; it was apparently exactly what he wanted her to do. Ari’s lips connected with hers, and Eva made a sound—not quite a moan, not quite a protest—at the slight jolt that coursed through her at the contact, caressing her nerves and heightening the sense of heat and tension that had been building up inside of her ever since she had met the man the night before. She brought her hands up and draped them on Ari’s shoulders, holding back, unable to do anything but accept for a moment as she marveled at the sensations coursing through her; it had been years since she’d felt so turned on so quickly.

They were walking. Eva realized it only after several moments, as Ari deepened the kiss, his hot tongue sliding against her lips until she opened her mouth to let him in, Where they were going, she wasn’t entirely certain; Ari’s hands began to roam over her body, barely hesitating as he came to her breasts, and then dropped down to her hips, around to her back. She didn’t think he was uncertain in general—just feeling her out. Her own hands came to life on his body, caressing and exploring the planes of his back through the fabric of his clothes, feeling the heat of him, the flex of muscles across his shoulders. Within moments, the only thing that Eva could think about, more important even than securing Ari’s help, was the need to see him naked, to find out what he looked like underneath the suit.

Ari stopped walking at some point, and they stood in one place together, kissing and caressing each other. Eva felt herself becoming more and more turned on; the hot wetness spreading against the fabric of her panties, the anticipating tingle in her breasts, in her hips, the tension mounting somewhere below the pit of her stomach. She wanted the moment to last forever and yet, at the same time, she didn’t think she could take much more of what Ari was offering. She felt her body heating up moment by moment, until she was trembling. Any thought about her predicament, about what Ari had suggested—though not said outright—about helping her, was a million miles away.

Ari’s lips left hers and Eva moaned out as he began to kiss and nibble along the column of her throat. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her clothes, and Eva arched into his touch, twisting and writhing as her hands tightened on his back. She swayed and shook as Ari continued to tease her for what felt like ages. The fact that they were both still—somehow—almost fully clothed was amazing to Eva; she could feel her whole body burning with need. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone—since before she’d gone straight after nearly being charged along with Jared and the others.

Eva peeled Ari’s blazer off, somehow managing to drag the fabric over his arms even as their bodies tangled up together. It fell to the floor, and Eva pressed her body against Ari’s, feeling the heat of him through her dress, hungry for more. She was already soaking wet—she could feel the slickness along her inner thighs—and she wanted,
needed
to move things forward. Ari found the zipper at the top of her back, and began to tug it down slowly, even as he continued to lavish attention on her neck, her collarbones, her lips, and the top of her chest with lips and teeth and tongue.

All at once, it seemed, Eva found herself in nothing but her bra and panties as Ari stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Very lovely,” Ari murmured, his gaze trailing down from her face to her breasts, down to her hips and legs. He reached out and took her hand in his. “Come with me.”

Eva reeled, but she was more than happy to follow him as he led her towards a door at the opposite end of the living room part of the suite. Ari pulled her into the bedroom, propelling her towards the bed even as he turned the light on and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Eva staggered and barely caught herself as she fell onto the bed, and watched as Ari slipped his shirt off and tossed it aside, revealing a broad, muscled chest with the same olive-toned skin she’d admired on his face and hands. A line of dark hair darted from his navel down to the waistband of his pants, but Ari’s chest was bare. She only had a moment to enjoy the view before the Greek climbed into bed, covering her body with his own.

Ari’s hand slipped up between her legs and Eva moaned as the heel of his palm rubbed against her through the thin lace of her panties. She gasped as his fingers slid underneath the fabric, brushing against her soaking wet labia. “Already?” Ari nipped at her neck just below her ear. “You’re already this hot, this wet… that is impressive indeed.”

“Impressive of me…” Eva’s voice cracked and she gasped as Ari’s fingers slid along her folds, seeking her clitoris. “Or—or impressive of you?” Ari chuckled lowly.

“Impressive of both of us,” he confirmed, bringing his lips up to hers and kissing her hungrily. Eva writhed and twisted underneath Ari as he worked her with his fingers, kissing her lips and then ducking down to nip and nibble along the column of her throat, down to the tops of her breasts. She let her hands wander over his back and chest, exploring the surprisingly soft skin she found there. Eva shuddered as Ari found her clitoris by touch and began to stroke and rub with his fingertips, sending crackles of electric sensation throughout her body, making her even more turned on than before.

He teased her relentlessly, pressing against the sensitive nub and swirling his fingertip around the bead of nerves right until Eva was so close to orgasm that she could taste it only to back off right at the last moment, leaving her bereft of the pleasure she craved. At some point—Eva wasn’t sure when—Ari managed to tug her panties down over her hips, and then he lifted her up just enough to unhook her bra in the back, and she found herself completely naked underneath him, on fire with need, her hips twisting and shifting to get better contact with Ari’s fingers against her slick folds. “So impatient,” Ari murmured against her lips.

“I’m not impatient,” Eva said, panting as he slid one finger inside of her slowly. “You’re a tease.” Ari laughed, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin just above her right nipple as he added another finger to the one probing her. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris, and Eva cried out, clutching at his shoulders, one hand finding its way up into his thick, dark hair and tangling there. Ari worked her with his fingers for what felt like an eternity, pushing deeper inside of her body, rubbing along her inner walls, seeking her g-spot as Eva squirmed underneath him. He rubbed himself against her thigh as he teased her, and in the back of her mind, Eva noticed the heaviness of his erection, the thickness she could feel along with the heat through the fabric of his clothes.

Eva reached down, groping for the hard ridge of Ari’s erection straining at the confines of his pants. She rubbed up and down, shuddering as Ari’s fingers began to move faster inside of her, trying to keep focused on teasing him even as Ari moaned against the hollow of her throat, as his fingertips found her g-spot and began stroking it. Eva struggled with Ari’s fly, barely able to think as she became more and more turned on, as she heard the wet sounds of Ari’s attentions, as the tension mounted deep down between her hips. Whimpers left her lips as she finally managed to get Ari’s fly open,
finally
managed to slide her hand down under the waistband of his briefs. Her fingers wrapped around the hot, hard cock and Ari moaned against her lips, his hips bucking as Eva began stroking him. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the slickness of his fluids beginning to flow.

They moved together, teasing each other to the point of orgasm over and over again, and Eva lost all track of time, trapped in the depths of building and receding pleasure as Ari’s fingers slid in and out of her, as his thumb swirled around her clitoris. She whimpered and moaned, gripping his erection tighter, stroking him faster and faster to keep up with his attentions.

All at once, Ari’s fingers retreated, and Eva shuddered, clenching her teeth as her body reeled from the pleasure denied. “If—if you call me impatient this time…” Ari laughed out loud, claiming her lips with his own for just a moment before pulling back.

“Maybe I’m impatient too,” he told her playfully, slipping off of the bed and swaying slightly on his feet as he stood. He pushed his pants down over his hips, taking the briefs he wore underneath with them, revealing his long, lean legs and the flushed, hard cock, proudly erect in its thatch of dark, tangled curls. He climbed back onto the bed and kissed Eva hungrily, rocking his hips against hers and touching her everywhere. Ari’s lips left hers and he began to move down over her body slowly, kissing and nipping and licking and sucking. He lingered at her breasts, lavishing attention all over and claiming each of her nipples in turn. Eva writhed helplessly, gasping and panting for breath as Ari continued downward, tickling her abdomen with his hot breath and nibbling teeth.

He looked up from her hips and Eva licked her lips, wondering if a person could die of anticipation. “There’s two ways we could do this,” Ari said. Eva shivered as his breaths brushed against her slick labia, her inner thighs.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay with either way,” Eva said breathlessly. Ari smirked.

“I’m going to need you to turn on your side, then.” Ari lifted himself up and shifted on the bed, and in a hot rush of comprehension, Eva understood what he meant; she turned onto her side, supporting herself on her elbow, and Ari turned around, slipping along the length of her body until his erection was only inches away from her face. He spread her legs, and Eva ducked in closer, breathing in the clean sweat and musk scent of Ari’s body.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and brought the tip to her mouth, hesitating just a moment as Ari buried his face against her soaking wet labia and began to lick. Eva lapped at the tip of Ari’s erection, tasting him, and she felt and heard him moan against her most sensitive skin as she took him into her mouth bit by bit. He was larger even than she had predicted, thicker, his skin burning hot against her lips and tongue. Eva trembled and struggled to focus as they seemed to complete a circuit together; she fell into the rhythm of his attentions, taking more and more of Ari’s erection into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him eagerly as she came closer and closer to orgasm by the moment. She tried to hold back, to bring Ari to climax first, but as Ari sucked her clitoris between her lips and flicked his tongue against the bead of nerves, Eva couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure that washed through her over and over again.

As sensation racked her body, Eva worshipped Ari’s cock with her lips and tongue even more eagerly, swallowing down the sharp, salty taste of his fluids. She wanted to devour him, to take everything that he had to give, swallow every drop of him as her orgasm intensified under Ari’s unrelenting attentions.

She fell away all at once, panting and gasping for breath, shuddering as her climax began to wane, and Ari slithered away from her, moving on the bed. Eva barely noticed when his body pressed against hers once more, his hands wandering over her, soothing her and turning her on all over again at the same time. He kissed her eagerly and she could taste herself on his lips, mingling with the flavor of his fluids still on her tongue; somehow it tasted just perfect—absolutely delicious mingled together in her mouth.

Eva felt the heat and hardness of Ari’s cock rubbing against her still-slick folds and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her hips down against him. “See? You
are
impatient,” Ari murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“What?” Eva looked up into his eyes, utterly confused.

“Already hungry for more,” Ari pointed out, grinning. “I think you’re even wetter than you were five minutes ago.”

“Maybe,” Eva said, smiling in spite of herself.

“Ready for me?” The tip of Ari’s erection brushed against her clitoris, and Eva gasped, nodding.