Marriage of Convenience
: Chapter 11

What the hell am I doing? I was back at City Hall waiting for Sara to show up to get married. All week long, I had been second guessing my proposition to her. Not that I didn’t think she’d make a good wife or mother, but I must have completely lost my mind to think I could buy her and a child. And yet, here I was. When she said yes, I felt relieved. I knew normal people would feel happy, elated even. Then I handed her five thousand dollars to get a wedding dress and make arrangements to move into my place by Friday night. We got our marriage license, on Thursday, and today we’d be married, ready to get to work on baby making this weekend.

The whole thing was ridiculous, which was why I hadn’t told anyone. The whole purpose of this marriage was to appease my father and meet the terms of his new inheritance requirements. I should have invited him to the wedding. But for now, this was going to be our secret.

I supposed there was a part of me that didn’t like that I was turning out to be like the other men she’d run into in her life. I was going to give her something in return for sex. My stomach turned at the idea. Surely, I was better than that.

“You sure she’s coming?” my lawyer, Tom Lister said. He’d drawn up a prenup that included the terms of our deal, as well as a few other new items. She didn’t want a cheating husband, and I wouldn’t be cuckolded, so there were legal ramifications if either of us cheated. I scoffed at myself. How could we cheat when we weren’t really committed to each other? At least not emotionally.

“She’ll be here.” I said it, but a part of me wondered if she finally realized how crazy this was and went home. A part of me would be relieved if she did.

Finally, the door opened, and she appeared. My breath caught. Bright light from the outdoor sun streamed in around her. She was wearing a simple flowing white dress and her hair was pinned up, but a few tendrils hung loose around her face. She looked like an angel.

“Is that her?” Tom asked.

“Yes.” My gaze stayed on her as she walked through security and then made her way toward us.

“You sure know how to pick ’em, Chase.”

I turned my head to him, not sure I liked his comment. “What do you mean?”

“Nubile and ripe. She’s ideal.”

Fuck. I hated that he’d described her like that, but that was exactly what this deal was about. A fertile woman to have my baby.

She reached us and smiled, although I saw the nervousness in her eyes.

“Let’s get these signed and then we can head to the marriage bureau. I’ve arranged for a private ceremony and I’ll be a witness.” Tom handed the papers over to her.

She looked at them. “You sure know how to pour on the romance,” she quipped.

My lips twitched up. “We’ll get along great if you think contracts are romantic.”

She smirked at me and then took the pen and signed the prenup. We headed to the marriage bureau and stood before a judge, vowing to love and honor till death do us part. I felt sick through the entire thing, until the judge said to kiss the bride.

I pressed my palms to Sara’s cheeks. She looked so young and vulnerable, and my gut clenched with guilt to be putting her through this. “It will be okay, Sara.”

She mustered a smile and nodded.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers. I intended a short kiss, but the minute my mouth was on hers, short wouldn’t cut it. So, I took my time, pleased that she allowed me to thoroughly taste her.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Raven,” the judge said when I pulled back.

“Thank you,” I said, taking Sara’s hand and leading her out of the judge’s chamber.

When we got to the street, I shook Tom’s hand.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” he said, looking from Sara to me.

“If not, I have a good lawyer.”

He laughed. “I’d wish you happiness, but I think wishing you luck will be better.”

I glanced at Sara beside me. She looked a little shell-shocked. “Let’s go home.”

I guided her to the limo where I had champagne waiting. This might have been a sham wedding, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy the traditions that went along with getting married. I certainly was going to consummate the marriage when I got home. Maybe a baby would get made.

My heart had a strange flutter at the thought of making a baby. Fucking nerves.

“You alright?” I asked, popping the cork and pouring her a flute.

She had a funny smile on her face as she nodded.

“What?” I asked handing her the glass.

“I didn’t think we’d have a celebration like a real wedding.”

I shrugged. “No reason not to enjoy the finer parts of a wedding, like champagne and the honeymoon.” I held my glass out to clink against hers.

She swallowed hard and then took a long gulp of her champagne. I realized she must be nervous. I remembered that until last Friday, she’d been a virgin. The sexual encounter we had was a bit rough, so perhaps she wasn’t eager to repeat it.

“We don’t have to start the honeymoon right away,” I said. While I’d be happy to have her again, I wasn’t so sure I was ready for a baby yet.

“A deal is a deal.”

I frowned as I realized I was bothered by that statement. “Now that I know about your lack of experience, I’ll take better care.” It was important to me that she didn’t think I was some sort of uncaring monster. Yes, I was using her in the same way many men in her past had, but I wouldn’t touch her if she didn’t want to be touched.

When we arrived back at my penthouse, we took the private elevator up. As we walked into the apartment, she looked at the hallway table.

“You got a new vase.” She leaned over and smelled the flowers my housekeeper put there.

“The old one was demolished in a fit of passion.” I hoped I could make her feel more relaxed with light humor.

She smiled, but it wasn’t that bright one I’d first seen before I’d fucked her and then promised to pay her ten million dollars to marry me and bear my child.

“Why don’t I give you a tour,” I said, extending my hand toward the living area. I showed her around the main room, the kitchen, my indoor gym, and home office. I also showed her the room that could be made into a nursery as well as a room she could have as her own office for whatever she wanted to do. I didn’t take her to my room, and instead I showed her the guest room. Like mine, it was spacious, with a king-sized bed and its own full bath. A bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne sat on a table in the corner.

“Want more champagne?” I asked.

She sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head. “Too much of a good thing is bad.”

I laughed. “Were you hungover?”

She shrugged and gave me a small smile. “A little. Besides, alcohol isn’t good for babies.”

My dick perked up at that. It told me that while she was subdued, she was committed to this plan. With that said, I didn’t want to touch her unless she wanted to be touched.

I squatted down in front of her. “We can wait, Sara. Really.” The truth was, I wasn’t in a hurry to have a kid. Maybe getting married would be enough to placate my father. “We can work on the contract later.”

She gave a small laugh. “You and your sexy contract talk.”

I took a chance and rested my hands on her thighs. Her dress was thin and filmy, so I could feel the heat of her legs. “Tell me something, and I’m not accusing you of anything when I ask you this.”

“Okay.” She held her breath, as if she was expecting me to say something she wouldn’t like.

“Why did you give your virginity to me?” I knew I was appealing to women, but I still found it odd that she’d let me be the one to touch her first. I wasn’t worthy.

She sighed. “I told you.”

“You thought I was different.” In that moment, I wished I was.

“And you were the first one that made my body want to be touched.”

I grinned. “I turn you on?”

She rolled her eyes. “You turn everyone on.” Then she shrugged. “I don’t know. My body responded to you.”

“Is it responding now?” I rubbed my hands on her thighs gently as I looked up into her lovely young face.

“Yes.”

“It’s important to me, Sara, that we don’t do anything you don’t want to do. I’m afraid I may have scared you away from sex. I worry you’re afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you. Nervous maybe, even though we did it before.”

“Because I was rough? I’ll take more care this time,” I assured her.

“I liked it last time.”

I bit my lip to keep from grinning like a loon. Men were so easy. Tell us we got you off and we’re fucking filled with pride. “You did come. I made sure of that.”

Her cheeks tinged with pink. It was adorable.

“I’ll make you come every time we do this. Maybe even more than once.” I usually had pretty good luck making women orgasm more than once.

She turned away, this time her entire face turned pink.

I used my finger to turn her face to me. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m going to figure out what you like best in bed. That will require a lot of trial and error.”

She laughed, and she finally started to relax. “I doubt there will be much error.”

“Shall we replace out?” Taking a chance, I slipped my hands under her dress to touch the soft skin on her thighs.

She put her hands over mine and I worried she was going to make me stop.

“Will you teach me what you like too?”

My dick shot to full staff. “If you want.”

“I want.”

I smiled and moved her so that she lay back on the bed. I climbed over her, looking down on her lush body in her pretty dress.

“Chase?” She pressed her hands to my chest.

“Yes.”

“What if we don’t make a baby?”

“We’ll keep trying.” The idea of having to fuck her again and again appealed to me.

“What if there’s something wrong with me?”

I could see in her eyes that this truly concerned her. Annoyance flared that she’d be worried about her money if she wasn’t able to conceive. “I’ll still pay you, if that’s what mean.”

She swallowed and then turned her head way.

All of a sudden, my dick deflated. I started to move off of her.

“I didn’t mean that.” Her voice was so soft that I barely heard it.

“What?” I straddled her on my hands and knees as I looked down at her.

“I didn’t mean about the money. I meant what if something was wrong with me and I can’t have babies?”

My heart ached at the pain I saw etched on her face. I wondered where that came from. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Sara. Let’s not worry about that now, okay?”

She sniffed as she nodded.

“I’ll take care of you.” The need to protect her swelled in my chest. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

A part of me thought I should give her some time before consummating our marriage. But then she reached up and put her hands around my neck.

“Will you kiss me, Chase? I like it when you kiss me.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I kissed her, settling my body over hers. But our clothes were in the way. I undressed her and began my journey to discover every inch of her. Her skin was creamy soft and tasted sweet. Her tits were round, fitting perfectly in my hands and my mouth.

“Chase… you have too many clothes on.”

Not wanting to stop my exploration, I groaned but gave in and quickly got naked. Then my mouth was back to sucking her magnificent tits, one and then the other and back again. I’d be jealous of our baby when these were reserved for him or her.

I moved down her body, over her stomach, to her hips and then the nest of curls between her thighs. They glistened as her wetness coated her pussy. I inhaled her scent, feeling a little drunk from it.

“I’m going to eat you until you come,” I said, my voice hoarse with need.

She gasped as I ran my tongue through her pussy folds, lapping up her juices.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I said as I used my fingers to open her pussy. It was pink and wet and pulsing.

“Chase!” Her fingers gripped my head.

“Hold on, baby, I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

“But the baby—”

“We’ll get to that later.” Then I dove in, flicking my tongue over her hard clit and then sucking it into my mouth. Her hips bucked up and her hands gripped the duvet under us.

“Oh God.”

I drew my tongue down her pussy folds and then thrust it inside her, loving how her walls squeezed as I entered her. She was so tight and this time when I fucked her, there wouldn’t be a condom. The thought of how that would feel nearly made me come right then and there.

Her hips began to move in rhythm with my tongue thrusting in and out of her. Her breath came in gasps and I knew she was close.

I pulled away and she cried out.

“Come on me, baby.” I thrust my tongue inside her again, and used my thumb rub circles on her clit. Her entire body went taut and her pussy squeezed my tongue and then her juices flowed into my mouth like a fucking fountain.

“Oh God, oh God…”

“Chase. Say my name,” I growled not sure why it was important that she say my name. This time I thrust a finger inside her and sucked her clit. Her hips bucked and more juice coated my hand.

“Chase… Oh God… so good.”

I slowly brought her down. It occurred to me that this marriage might not be so bad after all. We could have an arrangement that included a sexual benefits and perhaps friendship instead of the nearly strangers in the same house that my parents had been.

I moved back up her body, sitting up on my heels as I pushed her creamy thighs open. I pulled her hips to mine ready to finish the deed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was still coming in quick pants. So I waited, resting my aching hard dick on her belly.

“I’m going to fuck you now Sara. No condom.” My dick throbbed at the thought of this. I’d never fucked a woman without a barrier.

Her eyes opened. Her blue gaze latched onto mine. She pulled her knees open wider.

“I’m going to come inside you.” I needed her to be sure that she knew the ramifications of this, even though that’s what this whole deal had been about.

“Give me a baby, Chase.”

In my whole life, I wasn’t sure I’d heard anything that had made my dick nearly come out of its skin. That did.

“I’m going to try to take it slow, but I so fucking need to come.”

She nodded. “Come in me.”

Christ, that was hot too. I took my dick, resting the head at her entrance. I pushed in slowly, working to take my time, but then she arched and squeezed my cock, sending a roar through my brain. I gripped her hips and thrust all the way home.