Marriage Of Convenience: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (14 page)

“
So
desperate,” Leila said, and this time she was teasing, twisting
her hand around him in wonderfully agonizing ways. “You’re
practically squirming, Jonathon—you’re already half out
of your mind and that’s only my hand. I can’t imagine
what being inside me is going to do to you.”

“
Conceited
much?” he whispered hoarsely.

“
Hey.
I tell it like I see it,” she said with a shrug. “Come
on.”

Jonathon hurried
forward and scooped Leila up. She uttered a surprised squeak and
clung to him as he strode forward to the bedroom. It was time to
remind her who had the testosterone in this relationship.

Relationship?

He put her down gently
just inside the door of her room and they contemplated each other
silently.

“
So
we doing this or what?” Leila asked at last.

Jonathon shook his
head, but he wasn’t sure what part of that plan he was in
disagreement with and his hand was caressing Leila’s thigh
through her dress. Without consulting him, that same hand began to
inch her dress up out of the way.

Leila’s breath
caught and her hips jerked forward. Jonathon felt it as a spasm
ripped through her.

“
You
like that?” It was his turn to be smug.

“
Yes,”
Leila whispered baldly making Jonathon jump inwardly.

‘
We’re
through the looking glass here people’.

Jonathon tried to
respond and could only manage a faint whimper as Leila’s
fingers began their slide down his dick as if she was a blind person
with no way to see him but touch. Jonathon closed his eyes as Leila’s
finger moved faster against him, pressing repeatedly against that
perfect place, and Jonathon couldn't take any more. He reached out
beneath her skirt and grasped her thighs in his strong arms. He
lifted her up so she was flush against his dick. He reached his own
finger into her and caressed that sensitive nub.

“
Oh
Christ, fuck me,” she moaned and Jonathon didn't know if she
was cussing or literally wanting him to do it. Her voice was a
shaking, hoarse thing—demanding and begging all at once—and
a broken plea continued to fall from her lips. “Fuck me—God,
right here—
now
—want
to feel you, want you inside me—Jonathon—fuck me,
please—I want—”

Leila made a choked
noise and clung to him. The keening whine that slipped from
Jonathon’s throat at her words would be mortifying if he was at
all coherent.

He jerked forward and
upward, and just like that, he was wedged as deep inside her as he
could go while standing. It wasn’t enough, he needed to be
deeper. He lurched forward in the direction of the bed, hoping he
could get there without mishap. He felt like he had no control over
his limbs. Luckily his legs hit the edge and they both dropped;
Jonathon already thrusting harder and faster into her so that he
pushed her to the head of the bed just from his movements.

“
Just
for me,” he said, tripping the words over each other in his
haste. “Come on, Leila; let go, baby. So beautiful like this,
so goddamned perfect—mine, my Leila, my—fucking
gorgeous—”

Leila held on to him so
tight he could feel her nails marking up his naked back. The
sensation was driving him over the edge and he shuddered all over,
feeling any and all control leave him as Leila spasmed around him in
continuous, shivering waves of heat. He let himself go, feeling his
vision white out as his gonads emptied.

Wife.

“
Oh
my God,” Jonathon said faintly.

Jonathon fell silent
for a second, and then he asked, “If I let go of you long
enough to clean us up, will you still be here when I get back?”

“
Where
would I go?”

Jonathon shrugged, “You
could disappear to our half-renovated apartment.”

Leila snorted, “Yeah,
that’d work. Why are you expecting a freak out?”

“
Well
in case you hadn’t noticed, the terms of our agreement have
been shredded.”

Leila looked
thoughtful, “Yeah, that’s a good point.”

It didn’t seem to
bother her too much though.

In fact, she surged
forward and kissed him again. Licking into him deep and steadying
with an underlying fire that had Jonathon wishing he were sixteen
again, with a sixteen-year-old’s recovery time. The sparking
desire should freak him out more, but instead it was making him think
about all the things he wanted to do to Leila.

When Leila finally
eased back, she eyed Jonathon cautiously. Ready to take more drastic
action if that minor distraction didn’t work.

Jonathon swallowed and
then rasped, “Okay, I’m good.”

Leila laughed and then
used Jonathon’s discarded shirt to clean up a little bit.

Raychelle came home on
Saturday and Leila dropped the file of nurses into her lap.

“
Listen
Mrs. Masters,” she said sternly, hands on hips. “You’re
a phenomenal woman; strong, resilient and self-sufficient. But you’re
also a sick woman, and you need some help. So here is a file of the
finest respiratory nurses we can find; choose one to help you out.”

Raychelle looked at the
file and then up at her, “And if I don’t?”

“
Then
I choose for you; and nobody’s happy.”

Raychelle sighed as
deeply as she could, leaned back and opened the file. Leila smiled
and went to her own kitchen to prepare some cappuccino in the new
cappuccino maker Jonathon had just installed. The doctors had said
caffeine was good for her mother’s chest so that was an added
bonus. She was planning on spending the night in her old apartment
rather than her new one since Jonathon wouldn’t even be home
tonight. Something about wanting to get some paperwork out of the way
somewhere in LA. Leila hadn’t really been paying attention. He
had asked her to buy a dress because his grandfather was coming to
town tomorrow, to meet her. She could attempt to care about making a
good impression but she’d kind of gotten the impression that
James Maitland was a dick so she couldn’t really be bothered.

Besides, good sex or
not, their deal was for two years of marriage so there was no point
in becoming invested.

*****

James Maitland was
staying at the Four Seasons and he invited them to his suite for
dinner. Since Jonathon had mentioned something about needing to
decorate, James informed him that he would save him the embarrassment
of having to display substandard premises by hosting the dinner. He
expected them at seven on the dot.

“
Leila,
you need to hurry up or we’ll be late,” Jonathon said
tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for her in the hall.

“
Coming,”
Leila said not matching actions to words.

“
James
is a stickler for time Leila, you have five minutes to get out here
or else…” Jonathon said.

“
Or
else what?” she sounded supremely amused.

“
Or
else you don’t get to suck my dick when we get back,”
Jonathon said threateningly.

“
Oh
ma gaad; how will I survive?” Leila said laughing as she
strolled out of the bedroom fastening her earrings. Jonathon looked
her up and down, admiring how the azure blue of her dress brought out
her dark skin.

“
You’re
beautiful,” he said.

“
I
know,” she replied smugly.

“
Shall
we?” Jonathon said holding out his arm.

“
We
shall,” Leila replied taking it.

*****

James Maitland did a
double take when he saw Leila. He recovered quite fast but his
initial reaction was not lost on either Jonathon or Leila. She shook
it off and sat down, handing off her coat to James’ personal
butler the hotel had provided. He deposited her coat somewhere and
came back with a flute of champagne for both herself and Jonathon.
James already had a glass. Leila was surprised they were toasting
given his reaction.

“
I
like to have a glass of champagne before dinner,” James told
her, blowing her theory out of the water, “It settles my
stomach.”

“
That’s
nice,” Leila said taking a sip. She looked at Jonathon and
found that he was looking at her. He rolled his eyes at her and she
struggled to keep a straight face. The butler came by to announce
dinner was served so they all trooped to the dining table the butler
had set up. Jonathon pulled her chair out for her and Leila sat down,
with a smile at him.

“
Thank
you,” she said quietly. He took the seat next to her rather
than opposite and Leila knew he was trying to act as a protective
buffer between her and his grandfather. She was grateful for it but
didn’t really feel it was necessary. She was pretty sure she’d
dealt with divas worse than him.

Dinner was relatively
uneventful; James asked her some polite questions about her work and
family and how long she’d known his grandson. Jonathon mostly
fielded those questions but Leila tried to chime in as well so it
didn’t look like he was trying to shield her so obviously.

After coffee and desert
was cleared away, James turned to her.

“
Leila
my dear, would you mind very terribly if my driver took you home? I
have some things I need to discuss with Jonny here,” he
twinkled his eyes at her in a ‘doting grandfather’ sort
of way and Leila thought he must have been a great actor in his day.
He nailed it.

“
Sure,”
she said, leaning in to kiss Jonathon on the cheek, “I’ll
see you at home.” She stood up and walked to the door, where a
doorman was waiting to take her down to the car. Clearly this was a
pre-planned sort of thing.

*****

“
What
can Simon get you? Whiskey? Gin?” James asked once they were
alone.

“
Just
water is fine thank you,” Jonathon said. Okay, maybe him not
wanting to be drunk for this might raise his grandfather’s
suspicions but he still wanted to be sober for this next part.

James nodded at Simon
who brought a bottle of sparkling water and a glass for Jonathon, “So
what did you want to talk about?”

“
I
never married you know,” he began.

“
Indeed,”
Jonathon said.

“
I
almost did; one time. She was an actress, I was a producer on a film
she was auditioning on. She seduced me. It was only after the movie
came out and she broke up with me that I realized she was using me,”
he said.

“
Wow,
that is cold,” Jonathon commiserated, whistling softly.

James shrugged, “I
learned my lesson. Now I use my head, instead of my heart to make
decisions.”

“
I
try to do that too,” Jonathon said though his heart sunk to
know that he wasn’t really doing a good job of it. James
nodded.

“
That’s
good. That’s good,” he murmured.

They sat in silence for
a while and then suddenly James stirred and turned to Jonathon.

“
I
have a proposition for you Jonny,” he said.

Jonathon straightened
up in his seat, “Shoot.”

James sighed, “What
I asked of you; it was unreasonable of me. Also hypocritical.”

Jonathon’s brows
shot up, wondering what his grandfather was going on about.

“
I
never should have made that marriage proviso. There are other ways
you could have proved your worth.”

Jonathon stared at him.

“
So
I’m going to release you from that obligation. In fact, I’m
going to let you dissolve this so-called marriage you’ve gotten
yourself into; and you can still keep your inheritance.”

Jonathon couldn’t
stop staring. “What if I decline?” he asked. “What
if I’m content in my so-called marriage?”

James laughed, “This
is not a trick Jonathon. You can have the money. You don’t need
to stay married.”

“
That’s
good to know James,” Jonathon said.

James relaxed, leaning
back on his couch and sipping his scotch, “So, you’ll
dissolve this marriage?”

“
No,”
Jonathon said much to his own surprise. “I’m fine being
married thanks.”

James Maitland frowned,
“Okay then son, let me put it another way; if you don’t
get your marriage dissolved, you don’t get one red cent from
me.”

Jonathon stared at him
and almost burst out laughing. He refrained himself though, because
he was pretty sure his grandfather would not take it well.

“
You
told me, that I had to get married by thirty, if I wanted to keep my
inheritance. Now you’re telling me I have to be divorced right
away to keep my inheritance? What’s with the shifting goal
posts?”

“
I
realize I made you tie yourself to a woman simply for the purpose of
meeting a deadline. I’m just giving you an out.”

“
That’s
very kind of you,” he said.

“
Not
kind. Practical. You can’t let just anybody into the family you
know.”

“
Just
anybody?” Jonathon asked.

“
Yes.”

“
What
if Leila isn’t just ‘anybody’?” Jonathon
asked, his back up even before he knew that he was insulted.

James smiled, “Jonny,
Jonny, Jonny, how dumb do you think I am? You meet a girl on Monday,
you’re married to her by Friday…you don’t think I
can put two and two together?”

Jonathon stayed silent,
confronted with the prospect of losing Leila, of letting her go with
no harm, no foul. He keeps all the money and the leash is off his
neck…he smiled, pondering the irony of it. If only his
grandfather had made this offer two weeks ago…or maybe last
month before he came to Atlanta and met the force of nature known as
Leila Masters.