He placed it on the end table, bent down, and kissed me. I instinctively spread my legs apart, and Gavin pushed his body up against mine. I was wearing a loose-fitting red dress, and he had no problem sliding my panties off from underneath. As he flung those to the side, I reached down and unzipped his pants.
With one thrust, he buried his erection deep between my folds. I closed my eyes and felt my clit swelling as he began pounding me. At some point, he ripped off my dress and threw it on the floor, not once letting himself fall out of me. All I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside of me all of the time. I wanted to sleep with him there and wake up with him in the same spot. Gavin being inside me was the most natural thing I had felt in a long time.
Our bodies rocked back and forth as I used my feet to slide his pants off. Every time Gavin pulled out, I begged him to thrust his cock back inside. Our moans became louder as the bed shook, with my breasts bouncing up and down.
He flipped me over onto all fours and took me from behind, burying his manhood yet again in that same spot. I arched my back as his hands caressed my flesh, moaning my name as the heat between us intensified. My legs began to shake as he pounded harder and harder, demanding that I release my juices onto him.
“Gavin!” I yelled his name so loudly that I was sure everyone in the hotel heard me, but I didn’t care. There was more passion between us that night than all of our other nights combined. I needed him more than I needed to fake a marriage to get the inheritance.
I rolled over and put him on his back, not once letting him slide out of me. Just like that, I rode him until he filled me with his love juices.
When we had finished making love, I rolled over, and we stared out at the lights of Moldova. It was such a beautiful country with wonderful food and people. If all we did on that vacation was make love and stare out the window, I’d be a very happy woman.
Gavin sat up and looked at my dress on the floor. “Didn’t I rip your clothes the first night we had sex?”
“You sure did, mister, and I’m still waiting for you to buy me a new set of clothes.”
“Well, make that two sets because I think I tore this dress too.”
I slid out of bed and picked it up. Sure enough, it was ripped.
“So let’s see, you owe me a blouse, a skirt, at least two pairs of panties, and a red dress. When will you ever learn that you can’t go ripping off clothing, Mr. Tillery?”
“Are you going to punish me?”
I playfully pushed his chest, then rolled over onto my back. “Not tonight, but maybe another time. It wasn’t one of my favorite dresses anyway. Besides, there’s something kind of sexy about the way you rip things apart to get what you want.”
I slid back under the covers and rested my head on his shoulders, and at some point, I fell asleep.
* * *
The next morningI woke with a smile on my face until I realized what day it was. It was the day we pretended to be married, and suddenly I was nervous all over again. Bad scenarios started playing out in my mind, and I thought maybe we should back out. My biggest fear was going to jail over forged marriage documents, and the second one was never seeing Gavin again.
I reached over and shook his arms. “Gavin! Gavin! Wake up! Wake up!”
He yawned and looked up at me. “What’s wrong? Did I sleep in?”
“No, but today’s the day. Oh, God. I can’t believe we’re going through with this. Are you sure you think we can pull this off, Gavin? Okay, I have to find something to wear. It should be professional but not too cold because then it’ll look like I’m trying too hard. Or maybe, I shouldn’t go with this business suit that I packed for today. What do you think? Never mind, I need to shower first. Wait, did I pack my shampoo? Oh no, Gavin. I can’t think straight!”
He rushed out of bed and came running over to me. “Sweetie, you must calm down. We’re going to get through this, alright? You and me, together. I promise that nothing is going to go wrong. All of the documents look legal, and I’m cool as a cucumber.”
I simply nodded at Gavin and headed into the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face to calm my nerves. I also planned to take a hot shower, but I just stared into the mirror for about fifteen minutes. My thoughts were so jumbled that I also had to remind myself I was in Moldova and not at home in my apartment or in Gavin’s mansion.
When I came back out a few minutes later, he had ordered breakfast for us.
“I’m not hungry.”
Gavin motioned for me to sit at the table. “Listen to me, Crystal. I want you to enjoy a good, hearty breakfast because you’re going to need your energy today. Then take a shower, get dressed, and we’ll head over to see the judge. Alright?”
I looked into his eyes and realized that now, more than ever, I needed him. I never wanted to need him or anybody, but I wasn’t mentally prepared for what was about to happen. If it were just me going up to the judge and lying about being married, without a doubt, I’d mess it up.
That wouldn’t happen with Gavin by my side, though.
“Alright,” I said, eager to let him take the lead.
After some pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee, we got dressed and headed down to the building that looked sort of like a courthouse. My mind was numb the entire time, and it felt as though I were in robot mode. Whatever Gavin told me to do, that’s precisely what I did. He knew that I needed him.
As soon as we walked inside, the local attorney, my lawyer from home had arranged for me, walked up and was surprised to see Gavin.
