The Greek Billionaire and I (15 page)

Velvet was standing next to the door of their bedroom, a naughty look on her beautiful face. “Ready?”

“Ready,” he affirmed even though he wasn’t really sure there was a way to be ready for Velvet’s brand of surprises.

She threw the door open. “Ta-da!”

For a moment, all he could do was stare.

A second later, Mykolas recovered from his surprise and whistled, making her laugh. “Do you like it?” she asked as she pulled him inside the room with her.
 

“It depends,” he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Will you be using it now?”

“Of course. This is one of my risk gifts, after all.” Since they had gotten back together, she and Mykolas had taken turns giving each other gifts that showed how much risk they were willing to take to prove their love.

He raised a brow. “And you’re taking the risk of…?”

God, she loved it when he raised his brow like that at her. It was so sexy, the way he could make the look so powerfully commanding. It was as if he knew he only had to raise an eyebrow and she’d take off her clothes and beg him to make love to her.

“Velvet?”

Oh, damn. She had zoned out on him. Seeing where he was looking, she said, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking the risk of making an ass of myself with this.” And not waiting for him to speak, she shrugged out of her robe, letting it fall slowly down her shoulders, her arms, and legs to reveal the costume she had underneath.

Mykolas’ jaw dropped.

And then in the next moment, he seemed to recover and moved about the room with incredible speed, drawing the curtains of the balcony shut and triple-locking the door.

Velvet burst into laughter. “Are you crazy? No one’s going to spy on us here.”

“You can’t be too careful. Your body is
mine
, my love, and having anyone see you wearing something like that is
not
the kind of risk I fancy taking.”

She ran a hand seductively down her curves. “You like it?”

The costume was that of a belly dancer, with a low cut bikini top and a matching barely there skirt that would likely fly up if she wriggled her butt the tiniest bit. Both were made of gold silk, and bejeweled cords dangled from both her top and skirt.

He said thickly, “Damn right I like it.”

The way he looked at her made Velvet swallow, and she hurried to where her iPhone was on standby, already connected to the speakers. She pressed play and a Shakira song filled the room as she started to dance. She was a really bad dancer, but she genuinely did her best to emulate Shakira with her movements as she whirled and twirled herself around the dance pole she had installed in their bedroom.

When she saw Mykolas’ lips twitch as she almost lost her footing with the last pose she struck around the pole, Velvet scowled. And then an idea hit her and she turned her back to him. When she was facing him again, her breasts were completely bare.

The smile was immediately wiped off and an enthralled expression had replaced it on his face.
 

Mykolas did his best to control himself as he stared, mesmerized, at the way Velvet’s breasts jiggled so beautifully with every movement she made. His fingers curled into fists to prevent himself from reaching out to her, but when in her next twirl she had also dispensed with her bikini skirt and was now completely naked, his control broke.

“Mykolas,” she shrieked in surprise and laughter when he whirled her around in his arms. She wasn’t able to say anything more, his mouth hungrily closing over hers. His hands rushed all over her naked body, and then he was turning her around again. She sighed and stretched as he ran kisses down her back, and she gulped when she felt him shaping her buttocks then slowly parting them wide open.

“Umm…Mykolas?” He had never touched her there before.

He whispered to her ear,” Scared?”

“Absolutely.”

Laughing, he took pity on her and released her buttocks. “Perhaps after you’ve given birth.” For a moment, a tender smile curved on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and rested his hand on her womb. “Thank you for giving me this, my love.”

She leaned back against him. “L…Love you.” It was getting easier and easier to say the words.

He bit her ear. “Love you, too, but now, I want you to say the other words.”

Other words? Frowning, she asked, “Let’s fuck?”

“Gladly.” And then he was taking off his clothes, and making her grip the pole tightly, he nudged her legs apart and made her bend forward before slowly and steadily pushing his cock inside her. She was already wet, and the fact that she always was for him warmed Mykolas to the core.

Idly, he caressed her breast with one hand and played with her clit using the other while he continued to torture her with slow and steady strokes, knowing it was going to drive her insane.

“Mykolas,” Velvet choked out.

He made his thrusts even slower.

Velvet gritted her teeth. “Stop torturing me, dammit.”

“But what do you want?”

She glared at him even as she gasped, “Harder—” And she screamed as he started thrusting hard into her, enough to have her breasts slam against the pole again and again with every hard and heavy thrust. Her heart thrummed with every shove of Mykolas’ cock, and she couldn’t help but moan when he started pinching her nipple while setting the pace of his thrusts.

Mykolas suddenly lifted one of her legs up, almost to the point that it was vertical to the pole. When he pushed back into her, his cock slid deeper into her with the new position, and the feel of him filling her so fully made Velvet see stars.

“Mykolas!” She screamed his name with each pounding of his cock. Each time, she wanted it harder and each time he did succeed at thrusting into her harder. With her leg up, Velvet was left completely open to his possession, and she couldn’t recall ever feeling this full. Every thrust sent her to new heights, and soon she was gasping, “Mykolas, I’m coming—”

The words, spoken in Velvet’s sweet husky voice, were more potent than any sex pill, making Mykolas’ balls tighten as it readied its release. Swiftly, he turned her head to the side so he could capture her mouth in a kiss the same time he shoved his cock as deeply as he could inside her – deep enough to reach her womb.

She screamed into his mouth as she came, and he growled her name against her lips as he came with her. The orgasm took forever but at the same time, it felt like it didn’t last long enough.

Velvet was limp with exhaustion when it was over, and she gladly surrendered herself to her husband’s ministrations as he took them to the shower and soaped her body. By the time it was over, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open as he rubbed her dry and brought her back to the bedroom.

“Pole…hide...” She knew she was mumbling incoherently, but she just couldn’t rouse herself long enough to tell Mykolas that she still had to figure out how to stop Dodds from seeing the pole.
It would be so embarrassing if he did
, Velvet thought drowsily.

“Sleep, my love,” he murmured soothingly as he pulled her to him, spoon fashion. “I’ll take care of everything.” He meant every word, and it didn’t matter what she would ask of him. Losing her once – twice – had taught him a precious lesson the hard way, and he did not need it repeated again. Not in this fucking lifetime. Velvet was his heart. His life. He literally could not live without her the same way a man wouldn’t be able to survive without a heart that beat.

Velvet reached for his hand under the covers and brought it to her heart. “L…”

He kissed her head. “I know. I feel the same.”

She still made herself say it even as she felt herself drifting further into unconsciousness. “Love you.” Only then was she able to sleep, safe and happy in the knowledge that she had been able to tell Mykolas she loved him.

When she woke up the next day, it was already mid-morning and Mykolas was no longer at home. She was also relieved to see that the pole was gone from their bedroom.
Sweet man,
Velvet thought with a smile
. He had really taken care of it.
When she checked her phone for the time, she saw a message from her husband.

Come to the office as soon as you can. It’s my turn to show you my risk gift.

Oh my God! You risked going to work late for li’l ole me? I am soooo flattered!

Stop being a smartass if you don’t want to risk a spanking.

Smiling, she made haste in taking a shower and dressing up before having one of the drivers take her to Mykolas’ workplace. The entire building had been redecorated, down to the color of the walls. No excuses had been made, but when she saw for the first time how much change his own office had undergone, Velvet knew it had been all for her.

Mykolas didn’t want her to have any bad memories of the place.

And she didn’t, knowing and appreciating the lengths he had gone to to make the memories disappear.

As she took the elevator to get to his office, Velvet wondered what kind of risk Mykolas was taking for her. The damn man wasn’t exactly afraid of taking a lot of risks, after all. In fact, the only risk she knew of was being caught having sex in public, and that was only because he was possessive about her and did not want to have anyone see her naked.

Mykolas, looking sophisticated and dazzlingly handsome in a sleek gray suit and a pink tie, was waiting for her right outside the elevator when the doors slid open. She found herself a little dazed – but happily so – when he welcomed her with a more passionate kiss than usual. Normally, he liked to be circumspect with his staff.

“Umm, everything okay?” As they walked to his office, she couldn’t help but notice that everyone working on his floor was staring at them, whispering, giggling, and smirking.
 

“Perfectly fine.” There was an indolent air about him that made Velvet’s eyes narrow.
 

“You didn’t just masturbate, did you?”

He choked and demanded under his breath, “Why the fuck would you think I’d do that?”

She answered in a low, accusing voice, “Because it’s like you just had sex!”

“You’re almost right.” His lips formed a smile that had shivers running down her spine for some reason. “You just got the timing wrong. I’m
about
to have sex.” He opened the door to his office.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She now knew why everyone had been giving them odd looks. Mykolas had reinstalled her dance pole in his office – and everyone here had seen it! “Mykolas!” But she was being gently but firmly pushed inside his office and when she whirled around to face Mykolas, she saw him locking the door and then slowly taking off his blazer, his fierce glowing eyes focused on hers.

Everything in her became hot and wet. “
Mykolas
.” Her mouth ran dry.

“My risk gift,” he told her wickedly even as he continued walking towards her and undressing himself.

She slowly started backing away. “Mykolas, you can’t be serious. This is your office and they know…”

“Like I said, my love. It’s my risk gift.”
 

He was bare-chested now, and the sight of all his smooth golden skin had her flustered, so much so she didn’t realize she had backed away so much she ended up bumping into his desk.

“Why didn’t you say so,” Mykolas purred. “If you wanted to try my desk first before the pole, I’ll gladly oblige.”

Velvet’s face flooded with color. “Mykolas!”

But he was already flipping Velvet around, making her grip the edge of the table as he lifted her skirt up and reached for her pussy. “Table it is,” Mykolas whispered as he stroked her pussy until it was ready to welcome his cock with a soaking wet entrance.

~ The End ~

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