The cake cutting is performative bullshit. Smiling for cameras, feeding each other bites while guests coo and applaud. But when I lift the fork to her lips, watching her mouth close around it, all I can think about is those same lips wrapped around my cock.
Later.
The reception drags. Endless congratulations, forced small talk, my mother's pointed comments about Grace's dress, her posture, her background. Each one makes my jaw tighter until I'm grinding my teeth.
"We're leaving," I finally announce to no one in particular.
Grace blinks up at me. "But?—"
"Now."
I don't wait for an argument, just thread my fingers through hers and pull her toward the exit. Let them gossip. Let my mother clutch her pearls.
All I want is to get Grace home. Alone.
Because now that I've had her, now that I know how she sounds when she comes, how she tastes, how perfectly she takes my cock?—
I want more.
This thing between us has a timeline. Only eight more months. And I figure, I might as well enjoy each and every second.
NEW STORY IDEAS
We meet the heroine in her tragically boring life. Maybe she’s broke?
The heroine is rescued from her average life by the enigmatic billionaire.
The heroine and the hero make a mutually beneficial agreement.
She moves in with the billionaire and is thrust into his life, a world of glitz and glamour so unlike hers.
They kiss! It’s a practice kiss because their arrangement requires a fake relationship but it sends butterflies through the heroine, thoroughly confusing her.
They want each other, but neither is willing to act on it…
