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Olivia only needed to take one look before she saw the wedding band of her dreams. A one-and-a-half carat, marquis-cut white diamond embedded in thick platinum twinkled up at her, and she had to have it. Surprisingly, it fit. Once she tried the jewel on, she didn’t want to take it off, but the receptionist coaxed it from her finger.

"Just a few minutes more," she assured Olivia. "Then you can wear it forever and ever. Okay, sweetie?"

Olivia followed it longingly with her eyes as it was tucked safely back into its box.

After the paperwork was finished, she signed her name where she was told, and before she knew it, she found herself standing next to her groom, waiting for the wedding march to begin.

She glanced up at him standing next to her and found herself studying his jaw. He was such a handsome man. At that moment, she really did want to spend the rest of her life with him, just so she could stare at him all she wanted.

The music began, and a sudden thought struck her. "Hey," she said, tightening her hand on his arm.

He glanced down. "Hmm?"

She leaned closer. "What’s your name?"

He grinned and slurred out a name. He said something with one syllable, starting with a k sound and ending with an n. Or maybe it was an m. It sounded like Kim or Kam. But the music was so loud, she could barely hear. So, she figured his name was probably Ken. She almost laughed at that. She’d derogatorily been called Barbie more than once in her life. It seemed fitting to end up with a Ken.

"What’s yours?" he asked, nudging her elbow to catch her attention.

"’Livia," she slurred out, beaming up at him.

He held out a hand and grinned. "Nice to meet-cha."

Three

She was married. And for some reason, Olivia felt extremely giddy. Now that she was Mrs. Ken Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was, she was free: free from Vivian and that crusty, old tycoon her mother wanted her to marry. She had her handsome, young Ken, and they were going to live happily ever after. Forever.

Yes, everything seemed right in the world.

As soon as they were handed a copy of their license and Ken shoved it into his back pocket, they were on their way.

He hailed them a cab and held open the back passenger-side door, sweeping out his arm with a flourish for her to enter first. "Dear wife," he offered.

She grinned. "Why thank you, dear husband," she answered, making sure to brush by him as she passed.

He growled possessively in her ear and caught hold of her hip as he followed her inside. He yanked her back to him for a hungry kiss even before he had the door shut. Olivia felt glad she was already sitting or her jellied knees would’ve given out. But the man truly had a magic mouth. And he knew how to use it.

"Hey!" the taxi-driver called from the front seat, sounding annoyed as if that wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get their attention. "Where to?"

Ken lifted his head long enough to spit out an address. Then he crushed his mouth back to hers.

"Tonight," he murmured against her hair as his lips traveled down her temple. "Tonight, baby, I’m going to make you mine."

His hand moved up her thigh and disappeared under her skirt. Half a second later, hot fingers cupped her through her thong. Olivia’s head fell back and she hissed out an intoxicated breath. Catching sight of her exposed throat, he leaned forward and nipped at her collarbone with his teeth. Then he licked the spot and she gasped, never having realized her neck hid such sensitive delight.

Her French-tipped nails dug into his shoulders when he grabbed her

waist and pulled her into his lap so she could face him. Straddling him, she tugged his head closer. He dipped his mouth to her cleavage and caressed the slopes of her breasts with his warm breath.

She was so drunk, a part of her mind became numb to the reality of their foreplay. She felt outside herself, like an observer watching him kiss her chest and stroke her through her underwear. It certainly didn’t seem like her playing naughty in the back of a cab. It felt fabulous, yes, but it didn’t feel real. So she made no attempt to stop him.

When they finally came to a jarring halt, Olivia whimpered because Ken had to lift her off his lap so he could shell out their fare. Tab paid, he reached for her, and she clung desperately, kissing his jaw as he opened the door.

"In the house," he panted and nudged her out into the warm night.

They were still standing there kissing as their ride disappeared. Finally, Ken broke away to rasp, "Inside."

Olivia turned and jerked to a startled stop. Ken bumped into her from behind. The mansion was every bit as big as her home in California, but this place looked about twenty years newer.

Her jaw dropped. "You live here?"

It didn’t seem possible. He looked too poor, and he’d been in such a low-class bar.

"My sister’s place," he said from behind her, his hand coming around her waist as he pulled her back against him and stroked the rim of her ear with his tongue.

She shivered and leaned back, taking the fingers at her waist and nudging them down. Like a good boy, he dipped his hand inside the waistband of her leather skirt.

Though her mind turned fuzzy with need, she had one last moment of clarity to frown and ask, "You live with your sister?"

He pressed her from behind with his erection as if guiding her toward the front door with it. "She makes me stay at her place when I’m in town," he answered, though his voice sounded muffled, what with his teeth full of her earlobe.

He tugged slightly. She moaned and arched back against him, forgetting her curiosity.

The twenty-foot walk to the front door was the longest Olivia had ever made. Erotic touches and naughty words filled every step. She honestly didn’t think they were going to make it. She came so close to the edge she was ready to throw herself down on the sidewalk and pull him on top of her. As he pinned her against the front door and rid her of her stilettos, panty hose and thong, she wrapped her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up to receive him. He cursed and kissed her hard as he struggled to dig his key from his pocket. Unable to coordinate, he finally sat her down and then nudged her a few feet away, telling her he needed to concentrate. She

laughed but stayed back.

"Here, hold these," he muttered and shoved the shoes and hose at her. "Thanks."

He fumbled for a second, cursing the whole time, and finally they were in. Grinning, he turned back and wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her feet a few inches off the ground. Then he carried his bride over the threshold.

"Well done," she murmured, wrapping her legs back around his waist where they belonged and kissing his jaw.

"I try," he rasped, pressing his erection against her and burying his face in her neck. She dropped a shoe.

He paused there, still kissing, driving his tongue into her mouth for about ten seconds before he cursed and wrenched back. "The alarm!"

He peeled her off, setting her delicately on the floor. As Olivia wobbled unsteadily, her bare toes landing on cool marble, Ken hurried to a panel on the wall and muttered to himself.

"Come on, come on. What’s the freaking code?"

After a moment of thought, he nodded and punched in a few numbers. When the red, blinking light changed to solid green, he sagged in relief. Then he turned back toward her.

There was no lamp glowing inside the house, so the bright moon outside was their only light source. It shimmered through a long bay of windows to help her make out the basic features of her new groom. But mostly shadows masked his face, making him appear suddenly large and dominating.

He held out a hand toward her. She hesitated. This was real. This was her husband and she was following him to his room.

When she didn’t move forward, he took one step to her. The first part of her he touched was her cheek with the backs of his fingers. It was so sweet a move she moaned and sank toward him, melting.

"We need to be quiet," he said against her mouth. "Can’t wake them."

With no idea who 'they' were, she latched onto his fingers when he fumbled for her hand. Quickly, he turned and led her away. Not three steps into their journey, though, he ran smack into something, which created a loud thud and sent something rolling across the marble floor. Olivia giggled, unable to stop herself, and even snorted as she dropped a second shoe.

"Shh," he warned. But when he turned, his face bumped into hers. This time, he blurted out a laugh, which only made her giggles double.

Olivia was the one to straighten first and shush him. She squeezed his fingers, and he seemed to collect himself, hurrying them down a long hall.

When they finally made it to their destination, she no longer had her shoes, her hose, or her panties. Ken nudged her into the dark room, shutting the door behind him as he followed. And finally, there was light as he flipped a switch. Olivia paused and took in the sight of a huge, exquisitely designed suite with a king-sized bed, the sheets rumpled and lying at the footboard. A suitcase sat on the floor, flung open with various bits of clothing draped over the side of the case and on chairs and littering the floor.

Olivia frowned at the Gucci label on the luggage, but she didn’t have time to think about much of anything because he approached her from behind, wrapping both his arms around her waist and lifting her off her feet again. He carried her the last few feet to the bed where he finally let go.

She laughed as she bounced once on the mattress and rolled over onto her back. Grinning up at him, she watched him turn serious. His smile faded as he stared down at her. Then, slowly, he reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Her mouth watered as he tugged his zipper down. Thinking he was having all the fun, getting to take his clothes off, she sat up and reached for him while he slipped his jeans down.

Olivia took care of his boxers, pushing them out of her way so she could get to the prize inside. She was well rewarded when a thick engorged penis sprang toward her. Her jaw dropped. Holy Lord, the man was huge. She’d never been with someone so big. Her eyes darted up, but he merely gave her a soft, glazy grin before he tugged his shirt over his head.

Suddenly curious, Olivia leaned forward and took him into her mouth. There was no way she could take the entire length before he prodded the back of her throat, but he appreciated her efforts, gripping her hair and groaning out a stream of curses.

She’d just found her rhythm, stroking him with her lips and tongue and wrapping both hands around the base when he grabbed her shoulders and jerked her back.

"Now," he rasped and pushed her back onto the bed.

He crawled over her, reaching for the leather criss-crossed ties that held her top together. Seconds later, he gave up the civilized approach and tore the straps in half. Her breasts spilled out as did her money, driver’s license and the condom.

"Thank God," he rasped, snatching the foiled package and immediately tearing it open. He rolled the condom on even as he lowered his face and suckled on an erect nipple.

Olivia clutched his head to her chest and lifted her hips while he used his free hand to gather her short skirt around her waist.

Since her thong was long gone, she was already open and ready, and way too wet for him to meet any resistance. He entered her without warning and she opened her mouth and let out a choked gasp. Ken filled her and filled her, easing so slow and deep she didn’t think he was going to stop. When he finally reached the hilt, he paused a second to meet her eyes. Just as their gazes collided, he started retracting. The breath rushed from her lungs and Olivia already missed the empty space he vacated, wanting him back inside her.

She clawed at his back, hissing when he left her entirely. Then he winked and pushed back in.