The Billionaire's Secret Wife (The Pryce Family Book 3) (Volume 3) (11 page)

“Justin! There you are.”

He pasted on a smile for Ceinlys and gave her a tight hug. “You look good.”

“Always the flatterer. Thank you
so
much for coming. I wasn’t sure if you could.”

“I can always make time for you,” he said. Even though he couldn’t tell her yet, she was his mother-in-law and Vanessa was fond of her. That meant she was important to him as well.

“The painting arrived today. It’s gorgeous. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He didn’t tell her Barron’s new art curator, Catherine Fairchild, had selected the piece. Catherine was engaged to Blaine Davis, who was Salazar’s child by another woman. Justin didn’t think it prudent to mention the fact.

“More than a few guests have been asking to meet you, but if you like, I can arrange things to avoid all the introductions. I know it can be tedious,” Ceinlys said.

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” She could probably maneuver things to ensure he wouldn’t be bothered. She was an exceptional hostess from years of trying to live up to the exacting Pryce standards. But it wasn’t like he could hang out with Vanessa at the party, and he didn’t want to stand around in a corner by himself all evening long.

“Well, then.” Ceinlys looped her arm through his. “Shall we?”

* * *

Peggy Teeter scowled as Stan lit his cigarette in their bedroom. It was technically his bedroom, but she thought of it as “theirs” since she was sleeping there too. “I told you, no smoking in the house.”

“Just one.”

“No.” She glared at him. “I mean it.”

“It’s a stress reliever.”

“We just had sex! If you need more stress relief, go exercise.”

“Why are you so weird about it?”

She pressed her lips together. An associate at a law firm, Stan liked to argue and could negotiate his way out of almost anything. For once she wished she’d never met him, not even to pump him for information. “My mom has lung cancer.”

That shut Stan up. He stubbed out the cigarette. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault. Just don’t smoke again in the house.” She cleared her throat. “What’s got you so upset anyway?”

“It’s one of the associates at the firm. I told you already. Vanessa Pryce.”

Peggy’s heart thumped oddly at the mention of the name. “What about her?”

“She’s been taking too much personal time off. It’s such bullshit. And you know what? There are rumors that she’s going to make partner this July.”

“I thought you were next.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know the right people, not the way she does anyway. The firm only cares about how much business you can pull in, and they think she can do it.”

“Aren’t you a better lawyer than her?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “But she’s not bad. At the end of the day, that’s all that matters—be good enough and bring in the business.”

“Doesn’t she have to buy a stake in the firm?”

“Not an issue for somebody like her. She can just tap her trust fund or something.”

Peggy nodded, only half-listening to Stan’s complaints about Vanessa. The woman seemed loaded, but then her family was rich. Lung cancer treatment was expensive, and Peggy had done everything she could to finance it. But now she was out of options, and Vanessa seemed like a perfect person to help.

She just needed to find a good approach.

Chapter Ten

Vanessa had stayed behind at her mother’s place to help clean up, and Justin slipped into her condo with the spare key she’d given him on the flight from Canada. The party had gone spectacularly well, with Ceinlys clearly asserting herself as a soon-to-be-single woman.

Vanessa’s condo surprised him. He’d always assumed she’d buy something as swanky as the penthouses her brothers owned. Vanessa’s place was upper-middle class, something a successful law associate might buy, but not what one would expect from an heiress. It didn’t even come with a doorman.

A few pots and pans sat in the kitchen along with a set of plates and bowls. It was obvious she’d barely used any of them. The fridge held a few essentials—cream for her coffee and some fruit and yogurt. Justin shook his head. Vanessa needed to eat better.

Her bedroom was simple, with a king-sized bed and pink sheets with small yellow roses and blue hyacinth patterns. Her walk-in closet was full of shoes and clothes without any room for his stuff. He shrugged. She hadn’t known he’d be living with her when she’d left the day before.

He showered and changed into a Stanford T-shirt and shorts. It was quite warm in L.A. He’d gone straight to Ceinlys’s party after doing some supposedly urgent work. Every time somebody wanted his attention, they threw around the “emergency” label. He made a mental note to shake things up at the office. He wasn’t going to babysit his executives, no matter how nervous they were about his replacing Barron. They needed to understand Barron wasn’t in charge anymore, and their aim should be to make
him
happy, not his great-uncle.

He sat and reviewed a few items in his inbox. A few minutes later, keys jangled and the door opened and shut. “So you got here okay.” Vanessa kicked off her shoes.

“Yup.”

She scowled at his phone. “Who are you texting?”

“Just some emails.”

Her eyes narrowed. He didn’t buy her complaint about how she hadn’t liked his shirt, and whatever had been bugging her was still there. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Vanessa, it’s going to be difficult to be happily married if we aren’t honest with each other. I’m trying very hard to be a good husband.”

She regarded him. Finally she said, “I don’t like blondes.”

The pieces fell into place, and he gaped at her. “You’re jealous?”

Red flushed her cheeks as her mouth turned flatter than a hyphen. Finally she snapped, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You are!” Absurdly enough he liked her jealous. It meant she felt possessive about him. “You shouldn’t have worried.”

“Why not?”

“Because no other woman has my wedding band in her jewelry box.” He rose and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re the first and only.”

“Hmph. I hate blondes anyway.”

She pulled him down for a hot, carnal kiss. Her mouth attacked his aggressively, and he responded in kind.

Suddenly she broke away. “Take off your clothes.”

He pulled the T-shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. His shorts went two seconds later.

“You aren’t wearing any underwear.” Her pupils darkened as she took him in.

“Saw no reason to.”

“Good.” She licked her lips.

Justin turned her around and unzipped her dress. The pale violet chiffon pooled at her feet. She was in nothing but a thong, garter belt and a pair of lace-edged stockings that ended at mid-thigh. He cursed as his cock grew so hard it almost hurt. “Is that how you dress on weekends?”

“Depending on what I’m planning.” She walked toward him until her bare breasts pressed against his torso. “Right now I want to show you I have more than just your ring.” She reached between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft. He hissed—it felt too damn good, and she hadn’t done anything except kiss him and put her hand there.

She rubbed herself against him, her pointed nipples raking his chest. Her cheeks were flushed, and she licked her mouth again.

He crushed her to him and kissed her—almost too roughly, for teasing him and doubting him. Unlike some men, he took his wedding vows seriously. He cupped her ass and squeezed the firm flesh. She gasped, and he stabbed his tongue deep into her mouth, invading her and letting her know who was in charge.

She rocked against him, her hand moving over his cock. His pelvis pumped, and he stopped. “Let go.”

“No,” she whispered.

“We’re not doing this in your living room.”

Understanding dawned on her, and she let go. He swung her up, into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the sheet. Her hair spread out, she looked like a wanton angel.

Mine
.
My wife
.

He moved over her and claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss. She wasn’t the only one green-eyed with jealousy. She worked in a firm crawling with men—and she wouldn’t let anybody know she was already taken. If he hadn’t trusted her, he would never have allowed her to keep their marriage a secret.

He ran his finger along the seam of her sex, hot and wet through the thong. He swallowed a groan. It was unbelievable how responsive she was, how sexy.

She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles. Her thighs parted, and he fitted himself closer, his mouth fused to hers. He could stay like this forever, pleasuring her and loving her.

Suddenly she pushed him over on his back. She straddled him, her hot core resting over his cock, making it pulse. Her cascading hair looked like a river of fire as she gazed down at him with a feline smile on her lips. “I like you like this. I feel like I can do anything to you.”

“So do it,” he said, his voice passion-husky.

She raked her nails over his chest, just enough to make him feel the sting. “I believe I will.”

* * *

Vanessa had been stewing about him and the other women at the party, and now that she had him under her, her inner self crowed. She wanted him so turned on that he wouldn’t even remember his name.

She traced his body with her mouth. He was so lean and hard all over, his muscles so responsive to her lips. She remembered how much he loved having her hair caress his skin, so she made sure it followed the same path her mouth did.

Her fingernails flicked his nipples—making him gasp—then her tongue laved them one by one to soothe the hurt.

“How does that feel?” she whispered.

“Great.”

She hummed gently and pulled a nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard. His breathing roughened, and she smiled with satisfaction. To make sure its twin didn’t feel neglected, she rolled it and pinched it with her fingers. His cock grew even harder and it pulsed between her legs. She rocked gently against the hot length, enjoying the slickness her own juices and his pre-cum created between their bodies.

Finally she made her way along his ridged stomach, kissing each section with loving care. Justin always took such good care of his body, and she loved the sheer maleness of it. There was absolutely nothing she would have changed about it.

As she traveled lower, his breathing deepened and became more erratic. Probably he expected her to kiss the blunt head of his penis. Well, that would come, but not just yet.

She cupped his balls, weighing and scratching them gently as she kissed his inner thigh. He groaned. “Vanessa.”

“Shhh. Patience.”

She moved over to the other side and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. She could feel blood pulsing through the steel-hard length, and she smiled. Using his pre-cum she ran her thumb along the purple-blue veins along his cock. His hips jerked upward, seeking more of her. She pulled back with a smile. “Not yet.”

“Wicked woman.”

“No.” She shook her head, making sure her hair brushed over his thighs. “What I am is a possessive woman.”

Tendons in his neck and joints stood out in stark relief as she moved her hand up and down his shaft, making sure to stimulate the soft flap of skin underneath his head with her thumb. He was close. His body was as tight as a coil under tension.

“Sit on my face,” he gasped out.

She stopped. “What?”

“Lose the thong and sit on my face while you do that. I want to taste you when we both come.”

Her whole body clenched with need. She stood up and slowly took off her thong, letting the elastic travel down her legs. Justin watched her with dark, glittering eyes. She got back on the bed and straddled him, facing away downstream. This felt a bit more intimate and exposed than him going down on her.

“Move closer,” he said, his voice low but no less commanding.

She scooched down until she could feel his breath on her bare ass.

“A little more. I’m so close.” His tongue flicked over the lower crease of her butt.

Moaning softly, she slid down toward him, her hips swaying back and forth. His mouth closed over her, and she shut her eyes and arched her back at how good it felt. “God.”

“You taste amazing.”

“Mmm.” She opened her eyes. Justin’s cock dripped clear pre-cum all over his tight belly. She ran her hand along his shaft, then she pulled the head of his penis into her mouth.

It was all Justin with a hint of salt. She used her lips and tongue and cheeks and hands to give him pleasure. He braced his feet against the mattress and thrust into her mouth in a controlled way, dipping his head into her mouth then pulling out. Meanwhile his fingers opened her up shamelessly, and he thrummed her clit and stabbed her pussy with his tongue. His cock in her mouth muffled her loud moan, but she was so, sooo close…

He dipped a finger into her, then ran it along the opening of her anus.

“
Justin!
”

She came, clutching his hips to prevent herself from grinding into his face too hard. Her scream echoed against the walls. She felt like even the tip of her hair was tingling from the force of her orgasm.

Justin shifted underneath her, and she found herself flat on her back. He linked his fingers with hers and slowly sank into her. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you come.” He slid easily into her until she felt his balls resting against her bare flesh. “I could watch you come forever.”

He kissed her deeply as he moved slowly inside her. Her inner muscles were still shaky from the orgasm, but the feel of him between her legs was like an elixir, and she felt herself starting to build again.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He increased his tempo. He had to be close… She’d gotten him so worked up.

He lifted his torso and changed the angle so he could stimulate her clit with every thrust. She gasped as the pleasure began to crescendo again, pushing her closer to the edge once more. He watched her, his eyes passion-glazed. As she gazed up at him, it was like he was a black arts warlock who’d cast a spell on her—to own her completely.