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  I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t have a few days. But I shook off the worry and kept going. I was Gordon Glen, I got anything I wanted, and I was going to have Lindsey, no if and or buts about it.

  The concierge desk was right ahead of me, they weren’t too busy, but even a handful of customers could keep their profit margin healthy.

  “Oh my God, this place is like, so posh!” a familiar, yet irritating voice squeaked out.

  My gut began to tie itself into knots.

  So, I ignored the feeling and pressed on to the front desk. For a two-night stay, the total bumped to fifteen grand. I was surprised it was so low for a place of this caliber.

  “Gordon?!” that familiar voice squealed again from behind.

  I turned around and saw Samantha. She stalked over, her shoulders rocking side to side.

  “Fancy meeting you here. Business trip?”

  My memories of her were not fond.

  Her presence painted a bad vibe on the current situation.

  “No. You?”

  She scooted up next to me and attempted to hold my arm.

  “I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m not single, and from what I remember, you weren’t really interested in me either.”

  It was just my money. And she loved it in huge fucking amounts. She pouted and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes.

  “And? Don’t you old rich men just fuck and spend money?” She jutted her hip out. “I was helping you! I can help you again too,” she purred, running a finger down my chest.

  I turned away from her to sign my receipt and get my room keys.

  “I’m talking to you!” she huffed.

  “And if you do again,” I said, towering over her, “I’ll call security.”

  I walked around her and went to get Lindsey. If she saw her with me, she would harm her, or lie to her.

  I popped my head back into the ceremony room. In such a short amount of time the room was more put together.

  “Lindsey,” I called out, waving her over. She planted a kiss on top of Stacy’s head and skipped over to me.

  “Hey, something wrong? You look… troubled.” Lindsey tapped her finger on her chin, trying to figure me out.

  “Come, I got us a room, so you can rest until the wedding begins.”

  I looped my arm around her waist and monitored every step we took to make sure Samantha wasn’t around.

  Waiting at the elevator, I kept looking around. I wondered what other poor man she snatched up, so she could drink his money down a straw? I tapped my foot and mashed the button to the elevator a few more times.

  Lindsey lightly placed her foot on top of mine to stop me from tapping it.

  “I don’t know you as the nervous type. Is there something you need to tell me, Gordon?” Lindsey asked, folding her arms. Her eyes glared into mine, demanding the truth.

  “No, nothing. Just, some rivals…”

  “I call bull shit. But whatever, I’ll find out soon.”

  “You will?”

  “I’m good at attracting that kinda luck, rich guy. But all that aside,” the elevator bell rung and the gold-plated doors swept open, “you owe me from a few hours ago.”

  “I do?”

  “Come on, we have a room now. Equipped with a bed. You’re not resting until I get my goodies.” She winked and bumped me with her hip. My cock twitched with excitement. Stepping onto the elevator, the doors began to close. My cock began to press tight against my boxers, and I couldn’t help but give it a little eager squeeze.

  A hand flew into the door to stop it from closing, and Samantha jumped right in.

  “Sam?” Lindsey said.

  Wait, she knew her?!

  “Lindsey!” she sang, elongating her name in a tune. She smothered Lindsey in a hug after pushing the button to her floor, yet oddly enough, Lindsey frowned. She didn’t look too pleased. She didn’t return the hug either.

  “Samantha, how the hell did you get up here?” She struggled against her hug, while Samantha shot me a toxic look.

  That was a threat.

  “I found out about Stacy’s wedding through the grapevine. So, I told her I haven’t seen you in ages, I’d like to surprise you and she invited me!”

  Lindsey grunted. “I hope you behave here in Canada. This isn’t the USA. Immigration here will look past your looks.”

  I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to say two words to Samantha.

  But…I’d have to say something to Lindsey. Soon.

  Chapter Seven

  Lindsey

  "Oh God, we're finally alone..." I shut the hotel door, looked up and down Gordon's studly body and licked my lips. I squeezed my thighs together as a small tremor raced through my body. Suddenly my panties were wet and my pussy throbbing. What he did to me on the plane…making me wait.

  Oh boy I had some pent up sexual tension. Shit.

  I advanced on him, sashaying my body and raking my fingers through my red hair. I shivered as I remembered how big and thick his juicy cock was. I could almost feel his dick piercing my pussy.

  He started to say something, but I placed my finger on his lips and shushed him. "The time for talking is over," I purred.

  With urgency, I pulled his manly body to mine and kissed him on the lips.

  I ran my hands over his stubble, feeling his skin tingle under my fingers. I didn't know what it was about Gordon, but that man drove me absolutely insane.

  My core tingled and thrummed and when I inhaled his aftershave it sent shock waves through my body. The man was a God.

  Gordon got the message. He ran his hands up under my blouse and I inhaled sharply when I felt his strong, powerful hands touch and then caress my sensitive breasts. My nipples hardened with a painful delight to the touch of his cool hands against my soft warm skin.

  I threw back my head and moaned as I reached into his pants and caressed his massive cock. It was steal hard. It stretched me in ways that no other ever had.

  "My turn,” he growled as he picked me up and tossed me easily onto the hotel bed. I grinned as he ripped my clothes off and chucked them over his shoulders.

  When I was completely naked, I spread my creamy thighs open wide for his gaze. He looked down upon my slick pussy like a hungry beast. I shivered, then cried out when he dove into my wetness. In our haste last time, I had completely forgotten that he hadn't pleasured me down there.

  Good to see a man who knows his place. Between a woman's legs.

  His masculine lips felt so good and his hot breath tickled my lady parts. I grabbed his head and thrust my hips up, mashing my eager pussy into his mouth.

  Gordon knew exactly how to please a woman, that was for sure. He licked and sucked my pussy and clit until I was humping his face hard and cumming all over him.

  "Oh God!" I cried out and wrapped my legs around his head. "Oh God, keep doing that!" He slashed expertly at my clit, jolting my body as if directly applying a shock.

  By the time I was finished, I felt as if I'd been on an epic roller-coaster.

  "Wow, you're really good at that..." I said breathlessly as I pulled his cock up to my mouth. I stroked his massive manhood, running my fingers all over his soft, smooth skin. Even his balls were shaved.

  I ran my tongue up and down his throbbing shaft. It quickly grew to its full size under my expert touch. But I wanted his cock in my mouth not my hands.

  "Ready?" I looked up at him with the tip of his cock right at my mouth.

  He nodded, then groaned when I slowly sank my succulent lips all the way down his turgid shaft. He fingered my swollen pussy as I devoured his cock. I loved having his dick inside my mouth. There was only one place I wanted it more: my pussy.

  I sucked his cock and stroked his balls until he was grunting and groaning so much I was worried he was about to cum too early.

  I popped his cock out of my mouth and guided him down to my pussy. I squealed when he brushed his chest against my naked breasts, causing my nipples to stand up even taller.

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sp; On his way to my pussy, he kissed and licked down my chest and stuck one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him. The way his lips and tongue worked my sensitive nipple made me mad with lust.

  Nearly out of my mind with lust, I grabbed his large cock and poised it at my entrance.

  His mouth found mine and the second he slipped his tongue between my lips, I pulled his cock into my pulsing pussy. I could feel his large cock part my pussy lips and the second his head pushed through, I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his hips.

  Feeling his cock sink into my horny pussy was like coming home. I never knew I needed something so bad in my life until I'd had his dick inside me. My pussy literally ached to feel him in me again. His cock was all I had been able to think about.

  "Do it! Fuck me!" I cried out as I sunk my fingernails into his back. Gordon obliged, pushing his wonderful cock deep into my clutching pussy. Once he bottomed out, he began slowly fucking me, which only served to make me go mad with lust.

  He kissed my neck and peppered my face with scalding kisses as he took his time fucking me good and proper. I pushed my ample breasts into his muscular chest, driving myself crazy with all the sensations that flowed through my body.

  Time and time again, he dove deep down into my hungry pussy, his cock brushing against my sensitive clit until I was screaming with pleasure, clutching the bedsheets and rocking my head back and forth.

  I felt his cock swell inside me and I knew it was time.

  When he started to pull out, I said, "No, this time I want it inside me..." I breathed heavily and squeezed hard to keep him within my domain. I had a good grip down there anyway.

  He arched an eyebrow, but didn't otherwise protest.

  Soon, he jammed his masterful cock all the way into me and blasted his cum inside my aching pussy. Shot after ropey shot streamed from deep within his balls into my belly.

  He groaned into my mouth as I screamed into his. I couldn't believe I was letting him do this. And without protection. But fuck, this man had me good. Plus, I was still on the pill. And for times like this? Thank God.

  We held each other in a passionate death grip as our bodies melded together. I had never been more satisfied by a man in my entire life.

  ***

  I woke up a mess.

  A happy mess. And that hadn’t happened in a long time to me. Usually when something like this happened, the guy was gone, or I was gone.

  But this? Rolling over to see Gordon still peacefully asleep, clinging onto me? Yeah that was different. It was new, refreshing… and I kind of liked it.

  I warned my heart not to get the flutters, and not to get silly, but that ticklish tingle still crept up into my chest and I began to embrace it slowly but surely. What was with this guy?

  I slid out of Gordon’s strong arms and got up. Reaching for my phone, I checked the time. I had an hour and a half to get ready and time was ticking.

  “Lindsey, you’re up… early,” he mused, sitting up in bed. The sheets fell off his muscles, and I dragged my eyes over his muscles, and the hints of his thighs that were showing. Oh damn.

  I had to stop myself from fanning and shake my head back into the right mind space.

  “I am. Stacy’s getting married in an hour and a half. You need to wake up too.”

  I walked into the bathroom and fiddled around with the shower. These damn fancy things make it so hard. What was the point if it was going to be more difficult.

  Finally, I managed to get the shower on and jumped in. My mind was still fuzzy from being filled by Gordon that my usual rhythm was off. Way off.

  Gordon was busy rummaging around the room. I listened to all the sounds he made as he walked around and opened closet doors and such. Wow, I was paying way too much attention to him.

  “Damn, what am I doing?” I asked myself. I grabbed a cloth and lathered it up. The soft soothing bubbles slid down my arms and thighs, and a delightful airy aroma of citrus filled the air. I breathed in deeply, trying to find my gravity.

  This was it. After the wedding it’d be over—

  The door to the shower slid open and I jumped.

  “Are you okay? I scared you…” Gordon pointed out, giving me a concerned and apologetic look.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I reached to pull on his arm, so he could get in and take a shower.

  “Well, thank you for inviting me in,” he chuckled, stealing the cloth out of my hand to wipe his broad chest down with.

  I turned around and pouted. Taking the cloth, I said, “Hey, I think I can manage that for you.”

  Broad strokes, I cleaned his chest with wide steady eyes and a racing heart.

  “Thank you,” he said, stroking the back of my head. My heart fluttered around my chest like a lost and blind butterfly.

  “Hey, it’s a sexy chest.”

  Gordon opened the shower door and reached out for something. “You’re still soaking wet with soap dripping off of you, you know?”

  His hand came back in and with it was a small black box.

  “Yay,” I sighed, “more jewelry?” I leaned on him and pondered. “Let me guess, earrings.”

  “Wrong.”

  “Hmm, then what is it?”

  He opened the box and stared me in the eye.

  “Woah. That… that’s a… it can’t be. Is that a diamond?”

  “A diamond ring, indeed.” Gordon’s face was still serious as stone.

  “That’s too big to give to me.” I closed the box and he opened it again. Now the shower felt hotter than it was when I first got in here.

  “I want to marry you, Lindsey. No other woman will do. Ever,” Gordon grunted.

  My cheeks felt warm and ticklish, and for a moment there? I forgot how to breathe. I made the water cooler and rubbed some stray hair out of my face.

  “Gordon, you know why you’re here. This was supposed to be a—”

  He placed a finger on my lips to hush me. I was going to melt from such a dominating move.

  “A fling. I know. But both you and I know it’s not going to end here.”

  Damn him and his truth. This wasn’t supposed to be me. I wasn’t supposed to be reaching for that ring.

  “But first, I need to be forthcoming about something else as well,” Gordon said, shedding a bit more light on the situation. Ah-hah I knew this wasn’t all lovey dovey stuff.

  “What is it?”

  “I need to get married to keep everything I have. My company, money, hell, my reputation. It’s my father’s will. That is another long story in and of itself.”

  Money. Huh, why was I not surprised.

  “So, you think I’m the perfect match—”

  “The only. I didn’t want to marry just anyone.”

  “Even though there was so much of your life at risk?”

  Gordon placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them. “Lindsey, I have feelings for you. Deep ones. That’s why you’re the only one. Say no and I’m a poor man with a wrecked reputation. Say yes, and I’ll have something money could never buy.”

  “A better reputation?”

  “No, silly. You.”

  Gordon washed me over with some soap with his free hand and I gave out a slight giggle.

  Really…

  What was the harm?

  I could help him out. It’d be fun. Plus, it wasn’t like I didn’t have feelings too…

  “Slide it on then, rich guy,” I said, winking. He lifted me, and we shared a kiss. We had to be careful though, because his cock brushed up against me, and we had a wedding to go to.

  I stopped the kiss and reminded him we had to go. So, we hurried along with our shower and dug out our clothes for the wedding.

  That was when I noticed it.

  There was a clock in the room. And the time on the clock versus the time on my phone… where two different things…

  Or more like, two different country and time zones.

  “Fuck!” I hissed. “We have ten minutes,
oh my God. I’m such a lousy fucking friend!”

  Gordon finished tightening his tie and took my hand as we ran down the hallway to the elevator. Half way there Gordon began to laugh. I giggled too, but I didn’t know at what.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked, resting by the side of the elevator doors.

  “You get married at a friend’s wedding.”

  “Huh, well, I’ll call that a good sign.”

  “Yes, a good omen indeed,” Gordon agreed, shoving his hands in his pocket.

  The elevator door bell rung, and the doors slid open. We rushed inside, and I mashed the button for the main floor repeatedly.

  “You know, that won’t make it go faster, Lindsey.”

  “Yeah, but it helps with the frustration.”

  We ran off the elevator and into the hall where the wedding was held.

  People turned around and looked at us with surprised faces. Everyone was here except for Stacy…

  I took Gordon by the hand and lead him up the aisle. He squeezed my hand, and this time, I instinctively knew he was getting a kick out of a glimpse of the future. Him and I, getting married and holding a wedding of our own.

  “Where’s Stacy?” I asked Grant who was patiently waiting. Though, he showed a few sparks of anxiousness.

  “Morning sickness. It’s the baby. The doctors said she might have a slight delay in the start of her day,” Grant said, trying to remain calm.

  “Urgh, morning sickness,” Willow groaned. She also knew what that was like all too well.

  I stood in my place next to Willow and looked over at Gordon and the other men as they stood on the other side.

  The double doors to the ballroom opened up and music rushed to the rescue. There she was all decked out in her wedding dress. Stacy sparkled better than a diamond studded crystal ball. She had white lace adorned all around her and the train to her dress was long as hell.

  She laid eyes on Grant as she walked forward, love beaming from her eyes. It made me teary because…no matter how tough and independent I wanted to be, I wanted the same thing too.

  I looked back up at Grant and we share a few glances. I could feel him asking me why I looked so sad. I shook my head to tell him I was okay, and Stacy had finally reached us, her eyes and whole-body glittering like a precious gem.