Yours Suddenly

Chapter 15

Alexandra

“Do you like it, baby?” he asks me.

The sun is setting on New York and we are at Chelsea Piers Marina on a yacht.

“I've never been on one before. It's amazing!” I say.

We are the only ones on it. He's sailed us a little away from the shore so we could get extra privacy. Right now we stand on the top deck, a finely laid candlelit table in its middle. Jazz music floats around us.

He pours us both a glass of champagne. “What do you think of the décor?” he asks me, handing me a glass. “Is it outdated? I genuinely can’t tell.”

“A little. Are you renting it out? I could fix it up over a couple of days. I’d get rid of all this wood and those dark colors.” I point to the dark cushions by the railing. “Also inside, I’d just redo it all.”

“Well, I'm sure whatever you do to it, it'll turn out amazing like all the work you’ve done over the last couple of months, baby.”

Each time he calls me baby, my legs clench. He says it so sultrily, so easily. Damn him, why does he have to be so sexy all the damn time?

“And no, I'm not renting it,” he adds. “It’s yours.”

A pause. “What?”

“This is the first yacht I've ever bought. Not really into them. Not really a fan of the sea. Lost too many things in it.”

My mouth drops open. “It's for me ?”

“Yes, I bought it yesterday.”

“Roman…” My legs go weak. “A whole yacht ?”

“I can buy you three more whole yachts.”

“H-How much did this cost?

“Twenty million dollars,” he says.

Oh, fuck. “I—”

“Don't act so surprised, baby. I’m a billionaire.”

“Yes, but. Still. It’s still a fucking yacht .”

I fall into his arms, squeezing his neck tightly. “Thank you!” I cry.

He smiles. “You're welcome. But that's not it,” he says. He takes my hand and leads me inside. On a small TV screen, the letters Yours Forever, Sinclair show.

“Wait, wait!” I say. “How did you get this? It just came out in theaters, and shouldn't come out on digital for weeks!”

“Had a little call with the director and he was willing to give me the director's cut.”He smirks. “For a price.”

“What was the price?”

“About two million.”

My jaw drops open. “Roman,” I say, “that's insane!”

He pulls me into his arms. “Anything for you, baby. Anything .”

“ Wow ... And how long is the director's cut?” I ask.

“It's slightly longer than the movie. About five hours. We get to see exclusive content.”

“Oh my…” I groan. “I think I'm going to come. Literally.”

“Potentially save that for later,” he deadpans.

“Why wait?” I say. “I'm so close, don't edge me.”

“I won't waste any more time then. Let's have dinner before it gets cold. I want you well-fed and energetic, then I'll take you up on your offer.”

Ooh, so business-y. Who knew business talk could be so hot?

An appetizer of charcuterie and caviar, a main course of filet mignon, asparagus, lobster tails, and high-quality risotto. And for dessert, chocolate fondue. We watch the sun sink into the ocean, the bond between us being reignited.

I missed this. So much.

But still…

“Alexandra,” he says, looking at me unflinchingly. And then, as if he read my mind: “There were no other women. There have never been any other women.”

My breath catches. My throat threatens to close up. “But the woman at the Ipling.”

He shakes his head. “Nothing happened between me and her. Nothing.”

“So why did you humiliate me in front of everyone like that?”

With the memory, a cloud comes over our dinner.

“I had to… with so much happening behind the scenes…” he says, his voice a little hoarse with emotion. He shakes his head as if the image had come back to him, to haunt him. “And it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Please forgive me.”

He says it so earnestly, his face open, that… I decide I believe him.

Maybe there's so much about his world I don't understand, things I have to live with and it makes me sad. But knowing he hasn't actually been going behind my back has filled me with a much-needed reassurance that was absent from my body for a while.

“Roman, I believe you,” I say finally.

His whole body relaxes at my words. “I'm glad,” he breathes out.

I stand up and take his hand. “Come.”

This time I lead. Into the interior, and when I reach the bed, I turn to face him and he crashes his mouth onto mine. So starved of me was he.

My hands wrap around his neck as he kisses me ferociously, hungrily.

I kiss him just the same. His mouth feels soft, yet rough, his teeth nipping at my lips. He rips my thousand-dollar dress off me and brings his hot mouth to my neck, pushing us gently onto the bed, biting down lightly on my shoulder.

I moan as I take off his shirt, as his mouth sucks in a nipple. He kisses and bites, his fingers at my entrance.

“You are so perfect , fuck,” he growls.

I whimper as his mouth runs over my skin. Downwards, downwards, downwards. I don't know how I survived for ages without his hands and lips roaming over my body like this.

When his tongue licks my clit, my body seizes in a half-orgasm. He sucks on it so mercilessly, pinning my body down to hold me in place and I moan so loudly that I know my voice is going to be so hoarse in the morning. I shatter into a million pieces and when I come back down to Earth, he’s sliding his pants off. I sit up weakly because I need to taste him.

“I need it in my mouth,” I pant.

“Good girl,” he says, and he shoves it in. He fucks my mouth, angling my face upward so that I look at him as his cock disappears past my lips, in and out, in and out, his eyes consumed by dark pleasure.

He takes his cock out of my tongue when he’s close and then pushes me gently onto the bed. He mounts me, staring into my soul the entire time as he slips past my wet folds. My back arches as he fucks me, possessively, mercilessly, hungrily, a relentless motion that wrings three, quick successive orgasms from me.

“Fuck, baby, keep coming for me,” he growls.

He’s so big but fits so well. So forceful yet so gentle.

“Oh, Roman,” I cry out.

“So fucking wet. So fucking warm,” he says. “My wife is so perfect in every way.”

With a final hard thrust in me, both of us explode with pleasure. My vision, as it always does when I come, goes a little blurry.

He gives a satisfied growl, kissing me deeply once more and brings me close to him, all sweat, heat and man.

“You think you have another orgasm in you?” he drawls as he grabs the remote and switches on the screen so that we can watch Yours Forever, Sinclair .

I smile weakly, panting. “I think I have one more in me.”