The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Grayson POV

She was so responsive. I half expected her to back down from my challenge, but she surprised me. Her hands shook slightly as she raised the washcloth and then she gently placed it against my chest, rubbing it softly as I raised a brow. She bit her lip, concentrating on her task, the washcloth slowly lowering down to my legs. She was blushing, her cheeks becoming pink as the washcloth slowly dipped down to my erection, causing me to shudder when it touched it. I hastily grabbed the washcloth off of her, surprising her. I finished washing myself and then turned her around. "My turn" I purred, and began to scrub her back as she stood there, my touch tender as I touched her all over, before turning her again to do the front.

I could see her body trembling as I began to wipe her breasts, heard the sharp inhale as she sucked in a breath. My hands moved slowly down her luscious body, the washcloth moving down to her mound and she let out a moan as I touched her down there, her eyes closing. God, it was a turn-on. The washcloth dropped from my hand as I began to finger her c**t, my body moving to press her against the tiles, the water continuing to cascade over us. To access the complete chapters for free, visit Job nib. com. She whimpered as I began to kiss the nape of her neck at the same time. She was so wet, her hips moving involuntarily against my fingers. I slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench against me, slowly pumping it in and out as she clung at my shoulders, her breathing shallow, her head tipped back slightly.

Another finger was inserted inside of her. I curled my fingers slightly and began to thrust them slowly back and forth. She moaned, her nails digging into my flesh. I nipped her gently on her neck and she gave a small cry, her body tensing and then she came, her body tensing as her o****m washed over her, her walls clenching tightly against my fingers. Her eyes fluttered open as I carefully slid my fingers out of her, a dazed look on her face. I smirked.

"Turn around," I said hoarsely.

My c**k was throbbing so hard it was practically painful, I was that desperate to be inside of her soaking wet p***y. She slowly turned around, and I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, causing her to lean forward slightly. Her ass was divine, my hand moving to squeeze its soft flesh, loving the way it felt in my hand. Every bit of her was perfect. Her skin is smooth and creamy. I bit back a groan, positioning myself behind her and lining up at her entrance. My hand reached around and cupped her breast, squeezing it gently. She whimpered.

I pushed inside of her. She panted. God, she was tight. Unfucking unbelievably tight. I pushed in, inch by inch, feeling her soft velvety walls close around me as I sank in deep, all the way to the hilt, feeling her walls clench. I felt like I was home. I paused, allowing her to adjust to my size, her body pressed against the tiles. I slid out slowly and then thrust back in gently. She cried out, the water continuing to rain down upon us. It was erotic, like something out of a naughty novel and yet, she was more than eager to push back against me, her a*s wriggling and rocking, grinding, causing me to groan out loud as I gritted my teeth.

"Grayson" she whimpered.

Damn, every time she said my name, it almost caused me to blow my load. She had no idea what kind of response she evoked simply by doing it. She was so innocent. There was something so pure about her. Johnathon was an i***t. He had no idea what kind of treasure he had lost. I began to thrust a little harder and was rewarded as she gasped, another orgasm rippling through her and her walls clenching as she came. I bit down on my lip, beginning to slam in and out, our bodies slick and wet, grabbing her but gently, not wanting to hurt her. I couldn't last much longer. She was so beautiful, her cries and whimpers so much of a turn-on that I couldn't help but c*m, my body tensing as I spilled my seed deep inside of her before I slowly pulled back out.

She turned as I bent down and grabbed the washcloth. Tenderly, my eyes fixated on her, her cheeks flushed, I began to wipe her down, taking care of the mess I had created. I reached up and turned the water off, stepping out and wrapping a towel around me, before grabbing another one and wrapping her in it. "Thank you" she breathed, as I led her back to the bedroom.

I was in a good mood. What man wouldn't be after making love to his wife, not once but twice? My eyes sparkled as I began to get dressed. I looked at Flair, shooting glances at her as she began to rifle for clothes. "I have to go to work," I said reluctantly, wishing I could stay home and ravish her some more, "but I'll try to get home a bit early so we can have dinner together" I proposed.

The thought of having dinner together perked me up. Finally, I had a reason to come home early. I cleared my throat remembering something "There's the engagement party we need to attend as well, Charlotte and Johnathon's. I know it will be a bit awkward for you" I said as she paused in her tracks, a stricken expression on her face "but as her brother, unfortunately, it is expected that I attend. I intend to announce our marriage and introduce you as my wife while we're there."

She looked uncertain and then her expression cleared. "I think that would be the perfect opportunity," she said agreeably, looking down at her hand where the ring resided, her eyes slightly glacial "We weren't exactly going to be keeping this marriage a secret were we?" she said inclining her head and looking directly at me.

I grinned "Certainly not. What kind of man would want to keep a gorgeous woman like you a secret?" I teased.

She laughed. I started to put my clothes on while she, blushing did the same. I tried not to stare but it was difficult. I had to redo several of the buttons on my shirt.

Eventually, I was dressed. "Do you have time to have breakfast?" Flair asked as I glanced at her appreciatively.

I shook my head reluctantly. I had dallied this morning and I was already going to be late going to the office. It was a shame, I thought with a sigh. Flair looked disappointed too, but maybe that was my imagination? "I really should get going to the office," I said grimacing "what are your plans for the day?"

I was curious. I had no objections if she wanted to remain home, but I was certain that she wasn't the type to just sit around. She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. "I thought that I might go to work and then go shopping with Rachel. We could both use a new dress for the engagement party" she said pointedly "as I assume that it's not casual dress" she added.

"Knowing Charlotte it won't be" I acknowledged and grabbed my wallet, withdrawing my black credit card and handing it to her as she tried to protest and shake her head.

"Flair, you'll need to get something designer and appropriate. I insist you take my card" I said insistently "you are my wife and will be expected to dress a certain way. I think you look gorgeous in whatever you wear, but I want you to get whatever catches your eye without worrying about the cost" I told her, as she reluctantly took the card "Get something for Rachel as well. She can come with us to the engagement party. I suspect she would love to attend with Timothy" I said with a pause "if she requires a date?" Flair smirked "I'll be happy to ask her," she said and then glanced down at the card. "Thank you for this, I will give it back," she said and I chuckled.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"I know you will but don't stress about the cost. Make sure you get accessories and anything else you guys need. As for dinner, we can go out or do takeout if you prefer?"

She looked stunned "You don't want me to cook?"

I frowned "Not unless you want to. Really I should look at getting a cook" I mused "but living on my own it didn't occur to me to get one."

"I think that cooking dinner is the least I can do," Flair said hastily "providing you don't mind eating vegan?"

"If it's anything as good as those brownies I won't hesitate to eat it" I winked at her, grabbing my briefcase "but don't feel pressured to do it either."

She smiled and then, I couldn't help myself. I strode over to her, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and kissed her. Her lips parted and my tongue slipped inside, exploring the sweetness of her mouth, tasting the sweet nectar inside. I left her panting as I pulled back, feeling smug with myself.

"Have a good day wife" I told her, as she looked at me stunned. "I'll see you when I get home."

I left the room whistling to myself. The marriage had gotten off to a good start and Flair was beyond anything I had imagined. Would the marriage continue to be this good? I fervently hoped so. I was looking forward to attending the engagement party, not just because I could rub having Flair as my wife in Johnathon's face, but because of the drama that was sure to follow our announcement. I went to work with a huge grin on my face and anticipation flooding through my veins. I could not wait to see my wife again that evening.