Aftermath

Alexis settles into life as Brad's "contract wife", but money and glamour aren't enough for her: she's decided
to accept her feelings and try to win Brad over.  But how?

Alexis can't figure it out, and before she knows it, Naomi moves into Brad's to
wnhouse as his "night manager", making things even more difficult for her.

The wedding was rushed, and
it
was over before I knew it.

Brad and I both agreed that the sooner we got
married, the sooner the year would be over. Neither of us wanted a big party. The only people I would have invited were my distant relatives - they truly wanted the best for me and would probably be thrilled at my marriage. I didn't want to get their hopes up and dash them after a year.

Brad had his own reasons for
avoiding
a big wedding, and I knew it had to do with
evading
the spotlight as much as possible, and trying to minimize the amount of play-acting we'd both have to do in public.
Instead of inviting guests, we'd decide
d
to send them cards after the event, effectively announcing
,
"Hey, we got married!"

The wedding itself was held in Brad's townhouse. A minister came over to read the vows. George Neilson, my former boss and Brad's lawyer, was the witness. Eva was also there - I'd learnt that Brad had known her for so long
,
he trusted her completely. I couldn't say I was surprised, since I liked Eva myself and thought she was smart and down-to-earth.

Once the vows were read, we had some tea and scones, and George, the minister and Eva went home.

There had been a moment minutes before the ceremony, when I'd panicked. Everyone was downstairs waiting for me, and all I had to do was slip on my black dress and join them. But thoughts of real life and possibilities had flooded into my head, and I'd wondered how I could possibly commit such a
serious deception
. I remembered my mother, who'd raised me alone as a single woman, and
I
felt deep in my heart that I was letting her down.

But when I heard Eva knocking on the door to check if I was ok, the moment passed and I slipped the short black dress over my white bridal lingerie, reminding myself that this marriage was just a career move.

Of course, the thought that this was just a career move left my head soon after Brad and I came home from our celebratory dinner
that night
. When we were inside the house again, and I was about to step into the bedroom, Brad held my hand and pulled me back.

When he locked
my fingers inside his palm, I felt the electricity travel up my arm and through my spine.
I looked into his eyes and
saw he was smiling at me, and I saw the
desire in his face
. Those blue eyes pierced mine with their depth and
longing
, and he
put his arm
around
my
waist, pulling me close to him.

I arched my back against him, anticipating his warm lips, my own lips parting slightly in expectation.
I was breathing deeply as he bent down, bringing his face nearer to mine. His tongue
traced
my lower lip
, before he moved forward another inch and let his lips crush against my own.
O
ur ton
gues lashed against each other, and I felt my knees weaken.

When he moved away, I breathed in deeply. His hands left my waist and held my face steady between them as
he
looked at me briefly. I felt one hand move back, grazing my ear and finding that sensitive spot on the back of my neck. It travelled downwards slowly, inching along my spine, and wrapped itself around my waist.

Before I knew it, Brad
had
hooked his other arm below my knees and lifted me up in his arms.

"Congratulations, Mrs
Reinehart
," he said, as he carried me through the door and laid me on the bed. "I hope you'll enjoy your wedding night."

He
grinned
at me briefly, and
went
to lock the door. Of course, no-one else was at home, but that motion made my stomach do knots and I waited as
he
took his time locking the door.

Finally, he turned
around and
I
watch
ed
him as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, standing bare-chested in his jeans. He
removed
his shoes and walked over to the bed, placing a hand on my shoulder.
My eyes followed
his fingers as they trailed down my arm to my wrist, which he lifted up and kissed gently.

His scent was warm and oceanic, and just being near him made me want to strip naked and throw him on the floor. But instead, I waited, breathing deeply, as he took his time with me.

He placed his hands on my shoulders again, and let them travel down to the sides of my breasts. I wanted him to lift them up, squeeze them, pinch my nipples… but he did nothing. I placed my hands on top of his and whimpered softly in disappointment and desire.

He smiled at my distress, pleased at my reaction, knowing that I was completely aroused and wanting more. "Take off your dress," he commanded.

I reached behind to my back and undid the zip.
I w
riggled my arms out, and slid
the dress
down my torso, exposing my breasts in their white
lace bra
. Brad
drank in the sight of
my
breasts jiggling as I slid the dress down,
exposing
my bare stomach, and then my white lace-front panties. I was wearing stockings held up by garter belt
s
, and I slid my legs out of the dress, kicking it off the bed.

Brad
leaned over and began kissing my neck, running his lips up and down. I felt the
electricity
coursing down my spine, and I moaned softly,
while
Brad's hands slipped behind my back and unhooked my bra. I felt it being slid over my arms and suddenly I was exposed to him, my nipples hardening even before his lips touched them.

He took his time
,
running
his fingers over
my breasts
in soft, concentric circles, till he reached my erect, expectant nipples. I cried softly in delight as his fingers captured my nipples, squeezing them, twisting gently.

I began to moan hoarsely, begging him to suck on my nipples, to take my tits in his mouth. He smiled as I started to lose control, and then finally his head dipped towards my breast and I breathed deeply in expectation.

His teeth clamped down tight on my nipple, and I squealed in pain, trying to push his head off, and then groaning in delight as he took my hard nipple between his lips and started to suck roughly.

I felt my
self growing wetter with desire
, and my breath had become fast and loud. Brad began to play with my garter straps and pulled my stockings off. The cool air felt good on my thighs, and he ran his fingers up them. I felt him hook his thumbs under the waist of my panties, and pull them down. My smooth mound was now exposed and I felt everything inside me tighten and clamp down in excitement.

Once my panties were off, Brad pushed my thighs apart and
positioned himself
between my
spread-eagled
legs. I saw him smile as he started to stroke my wet, engorged lips, parting them and pressing firmly as he moved up and down. I saw his head dip, and then I felt his tongue on my wet opening, pushing my lips apart, licking me up
greedily
.

M
y juices
were dripping
all over his mouth, and
I felt his tongue
move away and a finger pressed inside me. It pushed in and out and toyed with me, making me writhe in delight.
I felt
a
nother
finger swirl against
my swollen nub, and
then using his tongue, he
speared my clit over and over again.

I felt myself scream out and I grabbed the edges of my pillow as the first wave of orgasm rock
ed
through my body. I tensed and screamed again as Brad continued his tongue-lashing and I lost
track of where I was. My senses were blurred and I felt the intensity
of it all
rush
through my
body and out between my lips until I was finally spent.

When I came to, I realized that there were now two fingers inside my pussy thrusting against my walls. Brad was stroking my clit with his thumb and smiling down at me. I smiled back, too weak and happy to feel embarrassed at my carnal display.

"There are benefits to marrying me, no?" Brad asked.

I nodded happily, and as I looked into his deep, satisfied eyes and felt his fingers within me and stroking my clit, I think that's when the thought first entered my head:
he must be mine.

Brad withdrew
his fingers
, and I watched him take off his pants and slide out of his boxers. I loved to see him naked, his hard, tanned body and his large, swollen erection. The head was a deep shade of purple, angry and demanding attention, and as
soon as he was within an arms' length, I reached out and sighed with pleasure as my hand clamped around his base.

There was an aching in my stomach as I slid my hand over the length of his shaft and around the head, curving over his tip, and letting my other hand follow suit. Brad made a satisfied grunting noise and pulled me up slightly, kissing my mouth roughly as he lay down beside me.

"Suck me off," he commanded
.
I didn't need another prompt.

I got up on all fours, my legs on either side of Brad's chest, and I bent forward. My ass was up in the air above him, and my thighs were spread wide apart. I knew he could see up between my legs,
straight at
my exposed pussy and asshole, and I shuddered internally. I was dripping wet and wanting more as I bent down over his cock, holding it up with one hand as I licked cir
cles around the head with my tongue.

As if in a daze, I felt myself take his cock in my mouth, sucking and pushing it in deep as I bent down. I moved my head up and down and I felt myself clenching and unclenching, growing wetter and more aroused as I felt Brad's arousal increasing. I moved my head and allowed his shaft to slide out of my mouth, and I bent down to give some attention to his balls. As I sucked gently, I felt Brad's finger trailing up and down my lower lips, and I wished he would put it in.

Although I had just had an orgasm, I felt like I was starved for attention and needed a good banging. The thought of Brad pushing his fingers in
side me
made me moan as I pushed my mouth around his shaft again, and started bobbing up and down, sucking my lips tight around his erection.