The Billionaire's Bought Bride and Instant Mom Chapter 143

Aveline

I stared at him, my mind reeling from his casual proposition. The way he stood there so confidently, like he'd just suggested we discuss the weather, made something rebellious flare up in my chest. I wasn't about to let him think he'd cornered me.

"Fine," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the way my pulse was hammering. "Your proposition doesn't have any obvious flaws." I lifted my chin defiantly. "But I am Ryan's teacher. That professional relationship might complicate any... bedroom arrangements."

*There,* I thought with satisfaction. *Try to argue your way around that professional boundary.*

But instead of backing down, Orion's eyes lit up with something that looked almost like amusement, tinged with determination.

"Oh, how refreshing!" he said with a laugh that held no humor. "Didn't you just tell me that you don't overthink these things? Besides, our personal relationship wouldn't affect your interactions with Ryan at all." He took a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. "And honestly? I've finally found a woman who doesn't care about media attention or my bank account—just wants me for my body. I'd be an idiot to let you slip away."

The last part sounded almost sincere, which somehow made it worse. I leaned back against the nearest tree, my mind spinning.

*So that's what makes me appealing to you? The fact that I'm convenient? Because I won't complicate your life with inconvenient emotions or gold-digging schemes?*

He moved even closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of leather and morning air.

"Think about it," he murmured, his voice dropping to that register that did dangerous things to my nervous system. "No strings, no complications, just—"

But before he could finish his pitch, something snapped inside me. I wasn't going to run away like some flustered schoolgirl.

If he wanted to play games, I could play them better.

Instead of backing down, I stepped forward and slipped my arms around his neck, pulling him close enough that I could whisper directly in his ear.

"Orion," I said, my voice honey-sweet and absolutely lethal, "I have to tell you—I'm absolutely thrilled by your offer. What woman wouldn't want unlimited access to a gorgeous, single man with a perfect body?" I felt him go rigid in my arms, but I wasn't finished. "To explore every possible position, to drive you wild, to make you lose control completely..." I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, my smile sharp as a blade.

"But here's the thing—don't you dare fall in love with me."

The effect was immediate and electric. Heat flared in his dark eyes, desire and something that looked almost like fury warring across his features.

"You—" he started, his voice rough.

But I didn't let him finish. I pulled his head down and kissed him with everything I had—all my frustration and anger and yes, desire, pouring into the contact between our lips.

For a heartbeat he was frozen, then he was kissing me back with a fervor that made my knees weak. His hands tangled in my hair, his mouth moving against mine like he was trying to devour me whole.

When he started to pull away, I tightened my grip, refusing to let him retreat. I was proving a point here, demonstrating that I could be just as bold and reckless as he thought I was.

To drive the message home, I grabbed his hand and shoved it under my riding skirt, pressing his palm flat against my cunt. The fabric of my panties was already soaked.

"Christ," he hissed against my mouth. His fingers didn't just find me; they hooked into the leg band of my panties, shoving the drenched cotton aside with brutal efficiency.

A choked gasp ripped from my throat as his thumb found my clit immediately, grinding down with knowing pressure while two of his fingers plunged deep inside my slick heat. They filled me, stretched me, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop from screaming as he started to move.

"You're playing with fire," he growled, his voice a low thrum of warning, but his fingers only fucked me harder, his gaze locked on mine, watching every flicker of pleasure and pain on my face.

"Then burn me," I bit out, arching my hips into his hand, forcing him deeper. I saw his composure crack, the raw lust in his eyes telling me he was seconds away from losing control completely.

It was intoxicating. I needed more. My own hand dived between us, fumbling with his zipper for only a second before I freed his cock. It sprang out, rock-hard and thick, pulsing with heat against my palm.

"Fuck, Aveline—" the groan was ripped from his throat as my fingers wrapped around his straining shaft. His hips jerked, a mindless buck into my grip.

"Having second thoughts?" I purred, dragging my thumb over the weeping slit at the head of his cock. His whole body shuddered.

His expression was a tortured mask of pure lust. "You're going to be the death of me."

"What a way to go," I murmured, and deliberately quickened my pace, my fingers sliding up and down his hot, rigid length, making him curse under his breath.

That's when we heard it—the distant sound of horses, and Ryan's excited voice carrying on the wind.

"They're coming," Orion said roughly, but his cock still twitched violently in my hand.

I didn't stop. I wrapped my fist tighter, my knuckles pressing into the base of his cock as I milked him in a slow, torturous rhythm. "We're behind the trees. They can't see us fucking."

"Aveline," he said, his voice strained to the breaking point, "we need to stop."

"Do we?" I asked, watching his jaw clench as I gave his cock one last, hard squeeze that made him gasp.

"Yes, we fucking do," he ground out, finally catching my wrist and pulling my hand away.

I relented, withdrawing my hand with agonizing slowness. "So tell me, Orion," I challenged, my voice low and throbbing, "do you have the balls to be my fuck buddy?"

He stared at me for a long moment, his breathing still uneven, his dark eyes holding promises that made heat pool low in my belly.

"You're absolutely wild," he said finally, his voice low and rough.

"Is that a yes or a no?" I challenged.

He was quiet for a long moment, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain control. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough with something between desire and disbelief.

"You know what?" he said, his lips curving into a smile that didn't quite hide the stunned look in his eyes. "I think I just got played by my own game."

"Maybe you did," I said sweetly. "But you still haven't answered my question."

He looked at me then—really looked at me—like he was seeing someone completely different from who he thought I was.

"You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" he murmured.

"The very best kind," I confirmed.

"Fuck," he breathed, and there was something almost like admiration in his voice. "Yeah. Yes. Absolutely yes."