Page 36 of Marriage Bargain With Her Brazilian Boss (Billion-Dollar Fairy Tales)

He chuckled and Nush wasn’t beyond begging.

Seeing his dark head between her thighs added its own fuel to the fire he lit with soft, tentative licks. Nush was melting, coming undone, turned inside out. He wasn’t applying some practiced technique. He wasn’t using whatever experience he had.

He was learning her—every clench of her abdomen, every moan and rasp that escaped her, every shiver that went through her thighs—and he kept up a running narrative, asking her to tell him what felt better, where she wanted more, how fast or slow she wanted it, and God, it was a whole experience.

And then he applied all of that knowledge and Nush thought she’d drown but he didn’t and then he was sucking at her clit and she was panting and then he was working his broad finger into her, and the wicked light in his eyes when he met hers for a fraction of a second, the shuddering inhale he took as if he needed the scent of her in his lungs and then more sucking of her tender flesh and she splintered apart. Hard. Shaking. Sobbing.

She screamed his name and even the momentary mortification that everyone on the flight could hear her didn’t stop her.

Caio stayed on his knees, steadying her and holding her, kissing her and whispering praise, as if she’d done the work, until the last flutter died down.

Nush ran her fingers through his hair, a fizzy smile on her lips. “I’ll make you one promise.”

“And what’s that, Princesa?”

“I’m willing to give this a temporary try if that’s on the menu regularly.”

With a growl of laughter, Caio shot to his feet and kissed her and she could taste herself on him and she wondered if it could truly be like this—full of laughter and pleasure.

It wouldn’t be, the sensible part of her replied. It was just pheromones talking.

But if it was all she could get out of this for now—his kisses and his caresses and this intimacy with him—then Nush would take it. And cherish it when it was over. When things fell apart and when Caio realized he didn’t need this arrangement of theirs anymore.

CHAPTER NINE

NUSHHADNEVERbelieved in love at first sight. That was until she’d seen the house on the island that Caio had personally overseen the restoration of in the last few months by his own admission.

Everything that had stood before had been razed to the ground, he’d told her, because the very foundation of it had been rotting from the inside. And what he’d had built in its place had stolen a piece of her heart.

Three floors of honey-colored, hand-grained hardwood floors, huge open spaces with exposed beams and sloping ceilings and loads of light, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree glass walls with views of the ocean and a few splashes of color in the form of local art, the house was an architectural marvel. An infinity pool, a second-level deck with a hot tub, and on the beautiful grounds, an orange grove, there was so much to explore. White walls and white furniture and simple but elegant touches made the house warm and welcoming, even in its austerity. Like Caio himself.

We can live here part of the year if you like it, he’d said, eyes dancing with pleasure when she’d gushed over the sloping roof and the orange bougainvillea creeping up and covering all of one side of the house.We need only return to your grandparents’ house when Mira or Yana are visiting, he’d added.

Nush had simply smiled, excited to explore rooms upon rooms but loathe to give her assent to his determined plans for their future. Not even to please him in the moment could she give in.

Though it was far from easy to resist.

He kept dangling such scenarios in front of her, drugging kisses laced with whispered demands that she take that final step with him—pretty much her fantasy and dream future rolled up into alluringly aching promises, and she tried her best to not react, to not reach for everything he offered. To retain some sense of self-preservation.

The first couple of days, she’d been sleeping and eating as her wrist had been hurting a lot more than she’d expected. Then she explored the house, one expansive enough to raise the big, boisterous family she’d always dreamed of having. Which led her to wonder if Caio felt the same.

How could he when he was tight-lipped about his own family, when in the fifteen years she’d known him, he’d never even mentioned them except for his father? Even then it had been to draw her out. As many times as she’d probed about the acquisition, he’d batted away her curiosity by distracting her.

She had let it go. For now. Especially since she’d barely seen him in the week since they’d arrived. He’d even apologized for leaving her alone for so many days.

Having fended for herself during her childhood and early adolescence, the quiet solitude didn’t bother her one bit. She’d simply got back to work on the pending software model. The rest of the time she explored the grounds and the beach and kept in touch with her sisters.

She called Mira, who was in Athens, daily and was glad to hear that she and Aristos were giving their marriage a second chance. Which had been a love match.

At least that was what she and Yana had assumed when their reserved, practical sister had turned up married after one weekend in Vegas to a man she’d barely known.

Yana was harder to pin down as she traveled for shoots all over the world. Still, she texted whenever she could, sometimes in twenty to thirty strings of one-sided conversation, and Nush loved seeing her sister’s naughtiness come through.

So Nush would’ve been content. Except for Caio, who seemed determined to control how much he was prepared to open up to her. Though to be fair, he was gone before she woke up and when he returned, she was knocked out by the pills.

On the couple of occasions that she’d been awake when he’d crawled into bed, freshly showered and in silk boxers she’d barely got a peek at, he’d peppered her with questions about the day, about design elements for the model she was currently working through on paper, about Mira and Yana and any number of things. All about her, while venturing nothing about his day or himself.

And Nush was beginning to see how easily he distracted her every time she asked after his family or his past or even the acquisition that had been so important to him.

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