“Did he say he’s not turning the company over to you until we’re married? Because that’s what it sounded like.”
Tomasso closed the door to the study, walking her further inside the dark room before he replied. Though there were no lights on in the room, the moonlight and stars from the balcony bathed her in an ethereal glow that made him want to draw her near.
One glance at her brooked that thought. Her arms crossed and her body ramrod straight, this was a woman who wanted answers and she wanted them right now.
“My father knew we were faking our engagement.”
She opened her mouth, but he put up his hands because he could see the question already in her eyes. “My mother doesn’t know, just Dad. And if he did agree to this, it tells me his partners insisted on that stipulation, Najah.”
She shook her head and then spoke through clenched teeth. “We can’t get married. This engagement is fake. Or did you forget that?”
“Najah—”
“Tomasso, it’s not real. You told me six months of pretending to be your fiancée, not your wife. We can’t do this.”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to. It’s the only way for this to work.”
“It’s not real, Tomasso.”
“But it could be if you let it.” He stepped closer to her, making sure her sight was filled with nothing but him. “Last night was proof, baby.”
She closed her eyes tightly, wrapping her arms around herself. “The only thing last night was proof of was that we’re physically compatible.”
“You keep telling yourself that, Najah. But the way you came apart for me, that had nothing to do with physicality and everything to do with what’s in here.”
He placed a gentle hand against her chest, noting how her heart thudded strong and fast against it.
“We just work together, Najah. We always have, always will.”
***
It all happened so quickly. One moment, she was panicked and ready to bolt, and the next, she was bent over the arm of a leather couch, riding Tomasso’s face and screaming into brocade decorative pillows. When she peaked for the second, no…maybe third time, he slid from between her legs, grabbing a condom and a travel lube packet from his wallet.
The plug was still there, a constant reminder of how on edge she was, how ready she was for what came next.
He was sheathed, leaning over her, he placed a firm hand on the back of her neck, pressing her into the cushioned arm of the sofa.
“This will always be real to me, Najah. And I’m not just talking about the sex.”
She could feel the slow tug of the plug leaving her body. When it was fully removed, her body ached to be filled again.
The cool drop of lube onto her back entrance sent a jolt of excitement through her when it touched her heated skin.
He placed his cock between her ass cheeks, sliding back and forth, teasing her rosebud as she tried to guide him inside of her. But he wouldn’t have it. He wouldn’t let her have what she wanted so easily.
He leaned down, placing his mouth next to the shell of her ear before speaking.
“This is real to me, Najah. And I need it to be just as real for you.”
He grazed his teeth against her earlobe as he slowly entered her. Her body’s natural reaction was to brace.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered. “Relax and let me in.”
She did what he instructed, making her body relax when all her muscles wanted to do was tense up in pleasure.
But she stilled herself, letting him rock against her until the lube at her entrance and on his cock eased his way.
Finally, finally, he was balls deep inside her and the ache was replaced with sweet satisfaction.
