The Greek Billionaire's Counterfeit Bride by Lara Hunter, Evelyn Troy Page A
Authors: Lara Hunter, Evelyn Troy
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waist, pushing her hips down to meet his thrust. Almost immediately, Ari began to move inside of her, rocking deeper and deeper, rubbing along her inner walls.
Eva fell into his rhythm, thinking once again—for as long as she could think—that it was marvelous, even amazing how well they moved together, and how perfect he felt inside of her. She trembled in Ari’s arms, touching and kissing him everywhere she could reach, twisting and writhing underneath him as every movement of their bodies together brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Ari kissed her again and again until she was breathless, trailing his lips down to her breasts and back up to her lips. “God, Eva—you feel even better than I remembered,” Ari murmured against her neck as he began to thrust harder and faster inside of her.
All at once, the tension deep down between her hips seemed to almost snap, and Eva cried out, words tumbling past her lips that she didn’t even know about as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She barely felt Ari’s cock inside of her beginning to twitch, she was so lost to the sensations coursing through her body; but when Ari moaned into her shoulder, shuddering against her, Eva felt the sticky-slick gush of his climax inside of her.
She gasped and panted, slick with sweat and trembling with the aftereffects of her climax; on top of her, Eva felt Ari’s delicious weight, the heat of his body sinking into her in a comforting way. “That…was amazing,” he murmured. Eva nodded breathlessly.
“It was,” she agreed.
“Give me fifteen minutes and we can do it again,” Ari suggested. Eva chuckled.
“I need twenty at least,” she told him. Instead of going at it again, they slowly slipped and slid and maneuvered wordlessly, shifting until Eva found herself wrapped up tightly in Ari’s arms, eyes closed, enjoying the delicious crackle and tingle of pleasure still coursing through her nerves. Her breathing slowed, and while Eva told herself that she should go back home, it didn’t seem at all urgent; the bed was so comfortable, and Ari’s body felt so good pressed against hers that the thought of getting up was impossible to entertain. She slipped from a doze into a deep sleep, contented and satisfied.
Hours later, she woke up; for a moment, Eva was completely disoriented. But then the events of the night before crackled through her brain and she turned over in the bed, looking at Ari, still asleep. Oh god. This was a terrible idea. She slid underneath the sheets, shifting away from the Greek man. Having sex with him again was the very last thing I should have done. She glanced at Ari again, furtively, and wanted to scream at herself, wanted to tear her own hair out.
At some point during the night, she had had a dream: in it, Ari had confessed to her that he had been charmed, absolutely infatuated with her from first sight, and that his scheme of pretending that she was his wife for potential business partners had been nothing more than an excuse to convince her to spend time with him. Eva covered her face with her hands and sighed. I like him. I more than like him. It’s not just that he’s the best lay I’ve ever had, either.
She shook her head and carefully slid out from between the sheets, needing to get away from the Greek and all of the complicated emotions just the sight, the presence of him, evoked. Get a hold of yourself. You’re in this to keep from getting sued—once it’s over you and Ari Christodoulou will part ways and you’ll never hear from him again. As Eva gathered up her clothes and began to get dressed, she couldn’t help but feel sad at the practical advice she’d given herself. The dream lingered in her mind, even as she found her purse and quietly left the room.
Chapter Ten
The Hyde Park dining room at The London had been absolutely transformed; as Eva stepped into the room at Ari’s side, she took in the bunting and
Eva fell into his rhythm, thinking once again—for as long as she could think—that it was marvelous, even amazing how well they moved together, and how perfect he felt inside of her. She trembled in Ari’s arms, touching and kissing him everywhere she could reach, twisting and writhing underneath him as every movement of their bodies together brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Ari kissed her again and again until she was breathless, trailing his lips down to her breasts and back up to her lips. “God, Eva—you feel even better than I remembered,” Ari murmured against her neck as he began to thrust harder and faster inside of her.
All at once, the tension deep down between her hips seemed to almost snap, and Eva cried out, words tumbling past her lips that she didn’t even know about as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She barely felt Ari’s cock inside of her beginning to twitch, she was so lost to the sensations coursing through her body; but when Ari moaned into her shoulder, shuddering against her, Eva felt the sticky-slick gush of his climax inside of her.
She gasped and panted, slick with sweat and trembling with the aftereffects of her climax; on top of her, Eva felt Ari’s delicious weight, the heat of his body sinking into her in a comforting way. “That…was amazing,” he murmured. Eva nodded breathlessly.
“It was,” she agreed.
“Give me fifteen minutes and we can do it again,” Ari suggested. Eva chuckled.
“I need twenty at least,” she told him. Instead of going at it again, they slowly slipped and slid and maneuvered wordlessly, shifting until Eva found herself wrapped up tightly in Ari’s arms, eyes closed, enjoying the delicious crackle and tingle of pleasure still coursing through her nerves. Her breathing slowed, and while Eva told herself that she should go back home, it didn’t seem at all urgent; the bed was so comfortable, and Ari’s body felt so good pressed against hers that the thought of getting up was impossible to entertain. She slipped from a doze into a deep sleep, contented and satisfied.
Hours later, she woke up; for a moment, Eva was completely disoriented. But then the events of the night before crackled through her brain and she turned over in the bed, looking at Ari, still asleep. Oh god. This was a terrible idea. She slid underneath the sheets, shifting away from the Greek man. Having sex with him again was the very last thing I should have done. She glanced at Ari again, furtively, and wanted to scream at herself, wanted to tear her own hair out.
At some point during the night, she had had a dream: in it, Ari had confessed to her that he had been charmed, absolutely infatuated with her from first sight, and that his scheme of pretending that she was his wife for potential business partners had been nothing more than an excuse to convince her to spend time with him. Eva covered her face with her hands and sighed. I like him. I more than like him. It’s not just that he’s the best lay I’ve ever had, either.
She shook her head and carefully slid out from between the sheets, needing to get away from the Greek and all of the complicated emotions just the sight, the presence of him, evoked. Get a hold of yourself. You’re in this to keep from getting sued—once it’s over you and Ari Christodoulou will part ways and you’ll never hear from him again. As Eva gathered up her clothes and began to get dressed, she couldn’t help but feel sad at the practical advice she’d given herself. The dream lingered in her mind, even as she found her purse and quietly left the room.
Chapter Ten
The Hyde Park dining room at The London had been absolutely transformed; as Eva stepped into the room at Ari’s side, she took in the bunting and
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