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Authors: Michele Dunaway
Tags: Fiction, Baby, Romance, Contemporary, Adult, Marriage, Billionaire, Pregnancy, Rogue, Marriage of Convenience, Childhood, bride, collateral, Mini-Story, Harlequin Type, Bitter, Loan, Marry, Paid
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fled and she could only live in this moment where this exquisite bliss existed. His arms snaked around her, and she pressed up against him. His manhood pulsed against her belly, promising more delight to come. His hands found her breasts, dipped beneath her bright yellow sundress to pebble a nipple. She arched toward him.
His mouth left hers, and he pushed the dress down further and placed his lips to her straining peak. He suckled and waves swept over Maddy. Her body throbbed, the wetness between her legs intensified. She needed to be touched there—anything to reduce the needy ache.
She glanced down, seeing only black hair as he lathed her breast, and then she let her head fall backwards as the pleasure overpowered her senses.
Then suddenly, his lips were gone and fingers fumbled with covering her up. He stepped away, his face unreadable and the distance between them like an unwelcome slap. “Get inside and get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She watched as his feet crunched over the gravel. Then he was gone, leaving Maddy reeling. Her lips were puffy, tender from the passion. Her nipple was engorged and tender. She pressed between her legs once, the brief touch calming her wanton lower half.
Chemistry. Dylan could turn it on and off like a Bunsen burner. He’d kissed her senseless and left her quaking. She’d been willing putty in his expert hands.
Shameful. All he had to do was touch her.
She went inside and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling front windows. Paint peeled on the window ledge, and outside dead blooms from seasons ago decayed in rotting window boxes. The bow and stern lights of Dylan’s motorboat became visible, and she tracked the craft all the way to North Star Island where, inside the cottage, lights soon flickered.
Maddy turned from the window. He’d once been her hero. He’d been her fantasy. All they had now was chemistry.
How far she’d fallen.
Chapter Five
“You do know you’re the luckiest woman in the world.”
Maddy gazed at herself in the tri-fold mirror. She stood on a box, and the twenty-year old seamstress’s assistant pinning the hem for her wedding gown. She didn’t feel very lucky. In five days, she’d be Mrs. Dylan Blackwater.
Not that the gown wasn’t beautiful. While Dylan had told her she could have any designer creation she wanted, Cindy, Aunt Gail’s housekeeper, had recommended a personal friend’s store, and the resulting strapless gown was stunning. Maddy had opted for simplicity, and the silky fabric hugged her figure. The dress V’d at her breasts, and a one-inch strip of tiny beads was the only adornment. No bustle. No crinoline. “You’ll be beautiful,” the girl said. She rose. “Let me get Renee.”
Maddy turned slowly, admiring the view. Then melancholy fell. She’d said yes to Dylan on July 14. Bastille Day. Only the twenty-eighth, she’d be married.
Two weeks.
Not that anyone else seemed to mind. They’d become social darlings. The Smiths had even thrown them an impromptu engagement party last night. Dylan had spent most of it huddled with Forrest, discussing business.
She sighed. She’d hardly seen Dylan alone since the night she’d said yes. She shouldn’t mind. She should be ecstatic that he was constantly gone, often off North Star Island before she even woke up.
They’d marry, and then on the Monday, the thirtieth, she’d deliver the check to the county. Although repairs had begun on Summerhaven, the taxes remained unpaid until she said, “I do.”
“Ah, that looks perfect,” Renee said entering. “You’ll be a perfect bride.”
Maddy smiled, her Johansson upbringing giving her much needed poise. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. You’re going to have the best life. I just know it.”
Somehow Maddy managed to not say another word.
Five days later, despite being hot, the weather was sunny and cloud-free. The wedding coordinator made certain everything was perfect, and
His mouth left hers, and he pushed the dress down further and placed his lips to her straining peak. He suckled and waves swept over Maddy. Her body throbbed, the wetness between her legs intensified. She needed to be touched there—anything to reduce the needy ache.
She glanced down, seeing only black hair as he lathed her breast, and then she let her head fall backwards as the pleasure overpowered her senses.
Then suddenly, his lips were gone and fingers fumbled with covering her up. He stepped away, his face unreadable and the distance between them like an unwelcome slap. “Get inside and get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She watched as his feet crunched over the gravel. Then he was gone, leaving Maddy reeling. Her lips were puffy, tender from the passion. Her nipple was engorged and tender. She pressed between her legs once, the brief touch calming her wanton lower half.
Chemistry. Dylan could turn it on and off like a Bunsen burner. He’d kissed her senseless and left her quaking. She’d been willing putty in his expert hands.
Shameful. All he had to do was touch her.
She went inside and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling front windows. Paint peeled on the window ledge, and outside dead blooms from seasons ago decayed in rotting window boxes. The bow and stern lights of Dylan’s motorboat became visible, and she tracked the craft all the way to North Star Island where, inside the cottage, lights soon flickered.
Maddy turned from the window. He’d once been her hero. He’d been her fantasy. All they had now was chemistry.
How far she’d fallen.
Chapter Five
“You do know you’re the luckiest woman in the world.”
Maddy gazed at herself in the tri-fold mirror. She stood on a box, and the twenty-year old seamstress’s assistant pinning the hem for her wedding gown. She didn’t feel very lucky. In five days, she’d be Mrs. Dylan Blackwater.
Not that the gown wasn’t beautiful. While Dylan had told her she could have any designer creation she wanted, Cindy, Aunt Gail’s housekeeper, had recommended a personal friend’s store, and the resulting strapless gown was stunning. Maddy had opted for simplicity, and the silky fabric hugged her figure. The dress V’d at her breasts, and a one-inch strip of tiny beads was the only adornment. No bustle. No crinoline. “You’ll be beautiful,” the girl said. She rose. “Let me get Renee.”
Maddy turned slowly, admiring the view. Then melancholy fell. She’d said yes to Dylan on July 14. Bastille Day. Only the twenty-eighth, she’d be married.
Two weeks.
Not that anyone else seemed to mind. They’d become social darlings. The Smiths had even thrown them an impromptu engagement party last night. Dylan had spent most of it huddled with Forrest, discussing business.
She sighed. She’d hardly seen Dylan alone since the night she’d said yes. She shouldn’t mind. She should be ecstatic that he was constantly gone, often off North Star Island before she even woke up.
They’d marry, and then on the Monday, the thirtieth, she’d deliver the check to the county. Although repairs had begun on Summerhaven, the taxes remained unpaid until she said, “I do.”
“Ah, that looks perfect,” Renee said entering. “You’ll be a perfect bride.”
Maddy smiled, her Johansson upbringing giving her much needed poise. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. You’re going to have the best life. I just know it.”
Somehow Maddy managed to not say another word.
Five days later, despite being hot, the weather was sunny and cloud-free. The wedding coordinator made certain everything was perfect, and
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