The Greek Billionaire's Counterfeit Bride by Lara Hunter, Evelyn Troy

tasted like with her fluids on his lips.
     
    “We do have some powerful chemistry,” Eva said tentatively.
     
    “And one night together isn’t enough to convince an entire group of people that we know each other’s bodies in and out,” Ari agreed.
     
    They got rid of their trash and Ari took Eva’s hand as they made their way out of the park, towards the entrance. Eva’s mind reeled as he hailed a cab and ushered her into the back seat, directing the driver to the hotel he was staying at. Before Eva could wrap her mind around the decision she’d made, Ari kissed her hungrily, letting his hands wander all over her body in the safe darkness of the cab. “God, I’ve been thinking about this ever since…” he shook his head, brushing his lips against her jaw. “I’ve barely been able to think straight whenever I’ve been in the office or at home.”
     
    “If you’re able to remember everything…” Eva bit back a moan as one of Ari’s hands slipped up between her legs, caressing her inner thigh teasingly. “And you haven’t been able to think straight…” Ari chuckled lowly.
     
    “About anything other than you,” he told her in a whisper. He kissed her again, and Eva pushed aside any thought of what his words might mean, instead giving into the heat of the moment.
     
    “Sir? We’ve arrived,” the cab driver said, sounding uncomfortable. Eva’s cheeks burned with a blush of embarrassment, but Ari seemed utterly at ease with the situation. He handed the cabbie a large bill—Eva couldn’t see the denomination, but the driver’s eyes widened at the sight of it—and told the man to keep the change for a tip, before claiming her hand and leading her out of the car.
     
    Eva barely noticed the details in the lobby of The London as Ari guided her towards the elevators, his hand tightening on hers with the urgency that Eva could feel just as certainly as he did. As soon as they were alone, on their way up to the penthouse suite, Ari discarded any pretext of propriety, pushing Eva up against the wall and kissing her once more, letting his hands wander over the curves of her body hungrily. Eva moaned against his lips, pressing her body against his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, feeling the heat in him and almost completely oblivious to the progress of the elevator.
     
    When the doors opened, Ari broke away from her lips, and Eva followed in his wake as he steered her down the short corridor that led to the suite he had taken. Unlike their first tryst, Ari seemed to have no patience whatsoever as he unlocked the door and pulled her through it. Eva nearly tripped over her own feet and stopped him for just a moment, kicking off her shoes in the entryway and pulling herself up to kiss him quickly on the lips. “Aren’t I supposed to be the impatient one?” Eva raised her eyebrows.
     
    Ari grinned. “I did say we were both impatient,” he pointed out. Eva’s clothes fell away as Ari led her across the living room area and towards the bedroom, and she struggled—but succeeded—in peeling off the suit that he wore piece by piece. Eva yelped as Ari threw her onto the bed, launching himself after her. He kissed her again and again, his hands wandering over her naked body, caressing and teasing her; Eva realized with shock that in spite of the lack of prolonged foreplay, she was already tingling all over, already soaking wet, slick with desire. Ari’s hand slipped up between her legs and he teased her with his fingers, barely avoiding her clitoris. “You don’t seem to need much patience,” Ari murmured against her lips.
     
    “Not this time,” Eva agreed. Ari shifted down between her legs, his fingers withdrawing, and every nerve in Eva’s body seemed to tingle with anticipation as she felt the thick, hard heat of his erection rubbing against her labia. She moaned out as Ari thrust into her all at once, filling her up in an instant. “Oh—oh, fuck,” Eva wrapped her legs around his