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  “Please calm down,” I quietly implore him.

  He rubs the back of my hand while we wait for the elevator. After we step inside and the doors close, he leans his head next to mine and growls, “I wanted to rip that asshole’s head right off of his body. I won’t let any of them treat you badly.” He kisses the back of my knuckles and smiles tightly. By the time we arrive at our apartment, my smiling sweet lover is back. Dylan tells me to grab a bath to relax while he orders us some dinner. After my bath, I return to the living room to find him on the phone. “Okay, Tate, then have the paperwork ready for me. I’ll see you in a couple of days. I refuse to fuck around on this.”

  He hangs up the phone and turns to me. “I hope you aren’t too relaxed. We are going to go for a little trip.”

  When my mouth falls open in shock, he laughs and walks over to kiss it then gently pushes it closed. “Tate called. The board of directors is worried about my disagreement with that asshole, Billy Tisdale, and how me dating an employee is going to affect our image, so I told him I’m not dating an employee. I’m marrying an employee, and she will own half of my shares.”

  He walks toward the bedroom and turns back. “Come on, Boss Girl. We need to get our stuff together. I’m sure your dad will want to fly out to Las Vegas to meet us for the wedding.” The shocks have hit me so hard; I’m ten steps behind him figuratively and literally. He’s in the room throwing things into his suitcase.

  “Wait a minute, mister. You just decide we are going to get married, and BAM, we go get married. Is that how you think things work?”

  Before I even finish my question, he wraps his hands around my face and looks right into my eyes. “I fucking love you and can’t imagine my life without you in it. Now, pack your fucking clothes so I can make you mine.” He then kisses my nose and goes right back to packing.

  As I stand in the doorway with my hand on my hip, watching him put one of his new suits into his suitcase, I realize I have no desire to fight him. “I love you, too, you know,” I mutter while I grab everything I need.

  He smiles big and slides his hand into my hair to give me a mind-blowing kiss, then he slaps my ass and demands, “I already knew that. Now, come on, we don’t have all day.” I try to maintain an outraged look, but laughter fights through and we laugh the entire way out to our cab.

  While waiting for our flight, I call my dad and update him on our plans. He doesn’t seem shocked at all and promises to meet us at the hotel tomorrow. Getting Dylan to wait until the day after tomorrow turns out to be the hardest part of the whole situation. He wants us married, now.

  We arrive at the hotel after midnight and go straight up to our suite. Between the long work day and the excitement of the evening, I’m ready to drop when we finally get to our bedroom. As I’m about to step into the gorgeous shower, a warm body rubs up against my naked back, and Dylan’s hand wraps around my stomach. He pushes me forward into the shower while kissing up the side of my neck, and his huge dick bumps up against me before coming to a rest between my ass cheeks. The fatigue instantly disappears as blood starts pounding through my body. After Dylan reaches around me for the body wash, he squeezes some on his hand then uses his soapy hand to lather my sensitive breasts and nipples.

  When he rinses one hand and starts rubbing it over my sensitive clit while using the other one to pluck my pebbled nipples, I almost fall from my knees buckling. Dylan spins me around and drops to his knees. He pushes me back against the wall, and I shiver as my back makes contact with cold marble. When he lifts my leg over his shoulder, I give a little cry of distress and grab his shoulder and head. He grabs my ass to steady me then runs his tongue over my clit. His skillful fingers start pumping into my slippery center as he sucks on my clit, and I scream as my orgasm rushes through me. Dylan doesn’t stop his sensuous assault, and another climax follows right behind the first. I’ve barely caught my breath before I’m crying out again. Before the tremors have stopped, he stands and plunges into my quaking pussy. I dig my nails into his back as another orgasm rolls through me. His grunts fill the shower as he pounds into me.

  “One more, you can do one more,” he groans, and I shake my head no. There’s no way I can possibly come again. Dylan won’t take my refusal and slips his hand between our grinding bodies. When he rubs my ultra-sensitive clit, my slippery core tightens around his plunging cock, and we come together. His hot cum shooting into my pussy causes little electric shocks to run through my body. Dylan somehow manages to stumble back onto the marble bench in the shower so we don’t end up in a heap on the shower floor.

  After a few minutes, he lifts my head and runs his tongue over my lips. My lips automatically part for him, and I groan as he traces the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Then he stands and sits me back on the bench while he gets the bath gel off the shelf. After slowly washing us both again, he carries me out of the shower and grabs a towel to dry us both off. I crawl into bed and intend to ask Dylan about our plans, but the next thing I know, Dylan is waking me up for breakfast.

  After breakfast, I’m unpacking my suitcase when there’s a knock at the door. Dylan answers and calls me over. “Boss Girl, I need you to come see for a minute.”

  I walk into the living room to find a short, older gentleman holding a brief case. The man smiles at me before Dylan explains, “This is Mr. Telding. He has engagement and wedding rings for us. Let’s have a look.” It takes a while, but we finally agree on a set of rings for me and a very masculine band for Dylan. The engagement ring is a simple round diamond solitaire set in beautiful platinum, and I fall in love with it instantly. The matching eternity band only adds to its beauty.

  The jeweler barely has the door closed before I attack my soon-to-be husband. Dylan’s eyes widen comically when I push him up against the living room wall and drop to my knees. I fumble for a minute with the button on his jeans, but the second I pull the zipper down, his cock springs out. I run the tip of my thumb over the silky crown while reaching up to wrap the other hand around the rest of his length. His head drops back against the wall with a thud, and he groans loudly as I lean forward and close my mouth over the head of his dick. My engagement ring winks at me from my finger as I move my hand over his flesh. Salty liquid splashes onto my tongue, and I lap it up as he grabs the back of my head and pulls my hair. His jeans are in my way, so I fumble to pull them down with my one hand until Dylan pushes my hand away and rips the jeans down his legs. After the brief interruption, I begin sucking again, and as I hollow my cheeks and swallow, his hands return to my hair. He’s moving his hips with me. His hands tighten in my hair, and his entire body stiffens right before he gives me a warning. “Pull off now.” But I ignore him. Hot jets of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallow as quickly as I can, but some still manages to slide down the outside of my mouth. His hold on my hair loosens then, and he slides down the wall and pulls me into his lap.

  “Fuck, I love you.” He runs his nose over my hair, and I cuddle into his chest. We have to rush to shower and get ready, so we’re ready in time to meet my dad. After our morning activities, we walk into the hotel restaurant fifteen minutes late. My dad doesn’t look shocked at all. He stands and kisses me and shakes Dylan’s hand. Within a few minutes, my dad and Dylan are acting like they’ve known each other for years.

  “So, Dylan, now that you’re getting married, what will Chloe’s role be at Harlington Technologies?” My dad doesn’t beat around the bush, and I look at him and signal with my eyes that we can talk about this later.

  After Dylan reaches over and takes my hand, he brings it to his mouth and places little butterfly kisses on the back of my knuckles. “Mr. Jordan, Chloe’s role will really be up to her. I would like her to stay home and take care of our children if that is in her plans. If not, I support her in whatever she decides. I’m giving her half of all of my assets after the wedding tomorrow, so she’ll be my full partner and can decide how she wants to proceed at Harlington Technologies. It’s as much hers as mine.”
r />   My dad and I both sit there with our mouths hanging open. Dad finally blinks a couple of times then throws his head back and laughs. “Son, I think it’s time you either call me Dad or Dan. Either one would make me perfectly happy. I can tell how much you love my little girl, and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

  We spend the rest of our breakfast making plans for tomorrow’s ceremony. I want to pinch myself to make sure this is all really happening to me. My dad asks me to spend tonight with him in his suite, since it will be the last night before the wedding. Dylan throws a fit at first but ends up giving in to keep peace with my father.

  My two men spend the day getting to know each other while I pick out my dress and get pampered in the hotel spa.

  Chapter 5

  Dylan

  How the fuck did I let Dan talk me into sleeping alone tonight? I pace the floor and look at my watch for the five-thousandth time in the last fucking hour. Time is moving so slow. At a little after midnight, there’s a knock on the door, and I throw it open thinking my Boss Girl snuck away. But, to my utter disappointment, Dan is standing there holding a bottle of Jack and two glasses.

  “I figured you’d need a little help sleeping.” He pushes past me with the alcohol and glasses and walks into my suite.

  When I follow him into the living room, he’s already pouring a healthy amount of Jack into each glass. “Bet you thought it was Chloe at the door.” He laughs, and I seriously want to do harm to my soon-to-be father-in-law, but I accept the glass and take a drink instead.

  “You’re really trying your luck,” I grumble as I drink.

  Dan laughs and continues drinking, then explains, “My father-in-law did the same to me. I’ve always dreamed of the day Chloe would find the right man. I knew you were the right guy when you agreed to the separation tonight just to make me happy.”

  I shake my head at his convoluted reasoning, but I’m happy I managed to gain his approval. After we finish our drinks, he leaves. The alcohol has relaxed me enough that I attempt to fall asleep. Somehow, I manage to get a few hours of sleep before the shrill alarm jerks me awake.

  I demanded that we have an early afternoon ceremony so I wouldn’t have to wait all day to make Chloe mine. The morning passes as slowly as the night did, though, and I’m ready to explode by the time two o’clock rolls around.

  As I’m standing at the front of the small chapel with the minister, sweat rolls down my back while I wait for Chloe to appear. This has been the longest twenty-four hours of my life, and I will never allow us to be apart like this again. Finally, she appears at the back of the room with Dan, and my heart stops in my chest. Her gorgeous red hair is pinned up in some fancy style with little white flowers draped through it, and her heart-shaped face is glowing. She’s wearing a figure-hugging, floor length, white gown that has my dick growing hard in my tuxedo pants. When she takes her first step toward me, her leg peeks out of the slit up the side of the dress that runs all the way to the top of her thigh. My eyes almost cross, and it takes all of my willpower not to groan out loud.

  Dan hands her over to me, and we barely make it through the wedding without me throwing her over my shoulder after I get a peek of her gorgeous nipples poking through the front of the dress. I don’t remember a word of the ceremony. When I’m finally allowed to kiss my bride, I take her lips and pour into her mouth all the frustration I’m feeling from missing her for the last eighteen hours. Dan’s, “Okay, my boy, we still have a dinner to get through,” finally cuts through my Chloe-haze, and I let her come up for a breath.

  Luckily, we decided on a small, private dinner. I honestly don’t taste a bite of the meal. Dan keeps looking at me and smirking. I finally glare at my father-in-law, which causes him to throw back his head and laugh. When he notices that Chloe isn’t touching her food either, he lets us know, “I’m going to head on up. I’ll see you guys in the morning before we go to the airport.” He leans over and gives Chloe a kiss on the head and shakes my hand then walks out of the private dining room.

  After Dan walks out, I look over at Chloe and growl, “About fucking time. If I don’t get you alone soon, I’m going to throw you on this table and fuck the hell out of you between the prime rib and rice pilaf.”

  Her eyes widen for a second, then she laughs and agrees, “Let’s get out of here then. I would hate to have to try to get au jus out of my dress.”

  We hardly clear the suite door before I wrap my arms around Chloe, trying to find the zipper for the dress. After finding the hidden zipper, I unzip the silky material and let it fall to the floor to find her wearing only a tiny white thong and garter set. My dick throbs in my pants at the sight in front of me, and I lift her into my arm and race for the bedroom.

  “I have a surprise for you if you’ll give me two minutes to put it on.” She pushes away from me the second I set her on the ground. Before I can move to grab her again, she rushes into the bathroom, so I quickly shed my clothes and lie back on the bed to wait for my surprise. When the bathroom door opens, I turn and almost swallow my tongue. Pre-cum shoots across my stomach. Chloe walks out wearing a white sinful teddy.

  The see-through, lacy, white corset has cut-outs where the bra cups should, be and Chloe’s gorgeous boobs are on full display. As she walks to me, she turns slightly to give me a side view. Her perfect ass has a tiny piece of white material running up the crack, but other than that, is completely bare.

  When I make a move to sit up, she shakes her finger at me, so I stay perfectly still and wait while she slowly walks over to the bed. When she reaches the side of the bed, she takes a finger and runs it through the cum on my stomach then lifts it to her mouth, and I almost lose control. Then she leans over and places her mouth over the tip of my cock, and I growl, “Chloe, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

  She looks into my eyes and demands, “Lie there and let me play.” Then she turns her head and goes back to licking the head of my dick. I grab the sheet in a punishing hold with one hand and the back of her head with my other hand while she uses her tongue to play with me. Her gorgeous ass is so close, and the temptation is too much. I take my hand off of her head and smack her luscious ass cheek, and she moans around my rod, nearly causing me to explode. Next, I slip my finger between her legs and into her wet center, causing her to suck me even harder.

  When she takes her hand and runs it over my balls, squeezing lightly, I almost come down her throat. Catching myself, I groan, “Baby, the first time I come inside of you as your husband, I want it to be in your pussy.”

  Chloe pulls off of my dick and climbs over me. As her lips close over mine, I grab her hips and pull her tight little pussy down onto my cock. We both cry out from the feeling of her tightness gripping my dick. She sits back and starts to slowly roll her hips over me, and I reach up and pluck at her exposed little nipples. Each time I tug at one of her little buds, her inner muscles squeeze my cock. I finally lose control and start thrusting uncontrollably into her wet heat. When she screams and her pussy locks down hard on my engorged erection, I blast my cum inside of her little core as I come with her. Chloe flops down on my chest and kisses under my chin, then she giggles. “Worth a night away.”

  “Nothing is worth being away from you.” As I’m speaking, I lift her head and look into her eyes. “I never want to be without you again. That was the longest eighteen hours of my life.” We fall asleep still joined.

  The next morning, we rush to pack and get to the airport on time. We have lunch with Dan then make arrangements to fly out to visit him in a few weeks.

  We quickly settle into a normal routine after we get home. Tate and the board are satisfied now that Chloe is my wife and partner. Chloe is incredibly intelligent, and within a few weeks, the entire research and development department is turning to her for the guidance they used to get from me.

  A few weeks after we return from our wedding, we’re attending the Annual Harlington Technologies Charity Banquet. Chloe looks beautiful in her purple evening dress, and I
would prefer to stay home with her than go out and pretend to enjoy myself with all these other people.

  The hotel is bursting at the seams when we arrive, and I hope we can stay for a little while then sneak out before anyone notices. Tate is standing inside the doors with his bored looking date and comes over to greet us right after we walk through the main doors. “Chloe, Dylan, it’s great you made it. This is my date, Brianne.” The supermodel hanging on his arm hardly spares us a glance as she looks for more important people in the room, until Tate continues the introductions. “Brianne, this is Dylan Drake and his wife, Chloe. They are the owners of Harlington Technologies.” Her shocked eyes bounce back to us, and the boredom is instantly cleared from her gaze.

  Before she can even respond, I tell Tate, “Please, excuse us. We have someone we need to see.” Then I pull Chloe along by the waist to get away from Tate and his repulsive date. After we mingle for a while, Chloe is fidgeting in her tall heels, and I find our seats. We introduce ourselves to everyone at the table, then Chloe whispers that she needs to use the restroom. She disappears around the corner, and I sit and half-listen to the conversation going on around me.

  Tate comes over and starts talking about our latest project, and I’m trying to pay attention to the conversation, but I start to worry about how long Chloe has been gone. Finally, I realize it’s been over fifteen minutes. I push Tate out of the way and rush over to the washrooms. An older woman is coming out of the ladies’ room, and I ask her if she would go in and check on Chloe. When she returns a few seconds later and tells me the bathroom is empty, my stomach drops. I grab my phone and start calling Chloe but get no answer. Tate keeps trying to ask me what’s happening, but I ignore him and keep pacing the hallway.