The moment Liam and I step out onto the floor for our first dance as husband and wife, the room erupts in applause. All our family and friends are here to witness and celebrate our fake love. Even my parents, who are standing like silent sentries in the corner, applaud my supposed-to-be joyful day, including the man I had chosen. Liam and I move gracefully around the room to the lilting music. Our movement is in perfect harmony with one another. Looking into Liam’s eyes, I am reminded of the first time I had seen him in the police station. He enters the room angry back then, but I am more furious about my cheater ex-boyfriend. And yet, even then, I find him handsome. We move together to the center of the hall. He places his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to his body. I take a deep breath as I feel the desire welling inside me. I know that I’ve become oblivious to the eyes of those watching from the fringes. I am already lost at the moment in this faux wedding. When I told my
When the wedding ceremony is done, we leave the reception area. We left the coordinators to take care of all the gifts, do an inventory, and bring everything to the Chapman house the next day. It’s what Liam, and I decided. Besides, if the coordinators also came to the house tonight, we won’t have a private time. I blush at the thought. I turn to look at Liam, who is sitting beside me. We are in the backseat, and his hand envelops mine. I watch as we turn the corner and I see Liam’s house in the distance. My chest thumps in anticipation, especially when we stop in the garage. “Mr. Chapman, I will return tomorrow,” the driver informs. “Go on,” he answers. I look at the house. We will be alone tonight based on the silence and the number of lights opened. I blush at the thought again. I appreciate that he ensured that we would be the only people in the house on the night of our wedding. Even so, it still makes me embarrassed whenever my mind goes to what we are about to do. Liam tur
Our bodies are intertwined, and Liam’s body surrounds me like a protective cocoon. The sunlight cascades through the window, washing away the room’s darkness and making us appear like two lovers in the pages of a fairytale. Our wedding night is perfect. We play around with each other’s bodies until I am too tired to have another round of lovemaking with him. Liam’s hands move gently over my body as his lips brush against my neck and shoulders. I turn towards him and lightly touch his cheeks. He is a handsome man, and he knows how to please a woman. Those sparks of electricity every time he touches me are insane. Gently, I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. His straight hair is ticklish. And as I continue to touch his hair, stirrings of desire restart in me again. Liam opens his eyes and smiles. “Good morning,” he says. I blush, being caught watching him sleep. Liam leans over and kisses me. His lips are so tender and warm that it’s only igniting the spark within me. Rat
I cup Liam’s cheeks. “I don’t think I will tire of you soon. As you said, I also think we fit each other so well… sexually.” He grins before lifting me up and making me sit on the table. I spread my legs for him, and his fingers touch me. I arch my back and support myself with my arm. His fingers move inside my folds and touch my sensitive spots again. He rubs them all over while his tongue entangles with mine. When he pulls back, he looks at me with lustful eyes and continues rubbing me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his fingers sliding all over. I moan in pleasure as he kisses me again. He pushes two fingers inside as he pulls his shorts and boxers down. He is hard and erect. I reach out to touch him, but he stops my groping hand. Instead, he kneels before me. He blows on my privates, and I moan as a chill goes down my spine. My hips jerk up, and my fingers grip the table top as I pant for breath. Suddenly, he buries his face in my crotch. I scream out. The chill bec
Liam and I rush to the airport, eager and excited about our beach honeymoon. I’m not the one who planned it, nor Liam. All I did was choose from several locations. Still, the anticipation is building up the closer we get to the airport. Liam is holding my hand. Every time he needs to ask something, he leans down and places a kiss on my cheeks. Even if this is a contract marriage, I still think that I am lucky to have him. “It will be a quick flight, wife,” he informs as we make our way to our private flight. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll be there.” “That’s good.” I try to keep up my cheer, though I am exhausted. We had too much sex during our wedding night until earlier. “I will be able to take a rest for a while.” Liam laughs and squeezes my hand. “Take your much-needed rest, then. You won’t be able to get them once we are at the resort,” he teases. I hit his arm, but I instantly hug them to my chest. “Quiet, husband. The pilot will hear us.” He chuckles while he rubs my shoulders af
After he cums, he stays still for a moment before he pulls me up and kisses me tenderly while I catch my breath. Knowing that I’ve done it to him fills me with more passion than I thought it would. “You like it,” I state while he continuously kisses me. “You really like it,” I repeat. “Of course I do,” he responds, as his kisses get more demanding and possessive. “You liked it so much?” I grin, teasing him. He nods. “So much that I am sure nothing will come close to it anymore. You might confuse my hormones and make me believe that I am married to you in its truest sense.” I laugh. “You are an idiot, husband,” I say, while enjoying how his tongue feels every time he licks my lips and cheek. I push at his face, amused at his kisses. Then he surprises me by suddenly rolling on top of me. He kisses me all over as he moves his hands to my chest and rubs his thumbs between my breasts. When he takes my nipples in his mouth, I look down at him, “Hmmm...” I moan. He rises and kisses me
However, no matter how much we enjoyed sex, we know we need to leave the room. So, after a quick shower, we changed into our beachwear and headed outside the room. I am wearing a plain one-piece swimwear with a cover-up. Since I only go to the beach during company events, I never attempted to buy any sexy swimwear—something I regret now. Because instead of taking in the sun, sand, and all the beauty of the beach, Liam pulls me with him to the resort store. “Choose anything you want,” he says, something that makes me smile. “Even the dull, plain ones?” I ask. “Choose any sexy swimwear you want,” he adds, putting emphasis on the word ‘sexy’. I am not used to men buying me things because I can provide for my needs. However, with Liam, I find it easier to receive from him. So, I tiptoe and place a kiss on his cheeks. “How much swimwear are we talking about?” I tease. He cups my cheeks and rubs his nose to mine. I blush. He is so sweet. I wonder what kind of disagreement he had with
I hang on Liam’s arms as we make our way to the restaurant for dinner. He is glancing at me and grinning at my discomfort. “Stop grinning at me like a fool, husband. You are the cause of my discomfort.” “That’s why I am supporting you, wife.” He chuckles and squeezes the side of my waist. “Besides, the blame is not all mine. Blame yourself for looking so lovely in those racy outfits.” I blush at his praise, especially when he kisses my temple. The past few days have been just too much. He is too much. If I put it bluntly, I’ve been fucked hard. I think newlyweds are like this—a couple who can’t get enough of each other. Then, we enter the restaurant Liam chose. It is exquisite. The service is top-notch, and the meal is delicious. Our table is also accompanied by a spectacular view of the sunset. I watch the sun slowly fade away, and marvel at the way the color of the sky changes its hues. At the sound of the waves, I close my eyes and smile. I wish I could stay and enjoy this momen