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  Hell yeah, I’d return the damn favor.

  “Gael!” she squealed.

  I flipped her over onto her back and dropped between her legs. With my brow sweating and my cock already rising to the occasion again, I slipped her thighs over my shoulders. Even her pussy was perfect, swollen and pink. Her lower lips dripped for me, waiting for me to devour them whole. I lapped up her slit, watching her jump for me. She gasped for air raggedly, making her tits jiggle as I grinned between her legs.

  “Beautiful,” I murmured.

  Then, my tongue found her clit.

  “Oh, shit, Gael!”

  Her back arched as I flicked her clit relentlessly with the tip of my tongue.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, yeah.”

  I dove a bit deeper, feeling her roll against me, her pussy lips skating against my stubble as her hands found my hair. Both of them wrapped up in my locks, pulling me closer, tugging at me, while she begged for more.

  “Harder. Please. I-I-I need—left. To the left. A little mo—there. There. There. Oh, Gael. Right there!”

  I buried my face deep into her pussy. I closed my eyes and let her sounds wash over me. I synced my breathing with her bucking, tasted her salted goodness all along my tongue. I felt her juices glistening against my skin as the sun rose higher and the temperature in the room grew hotter.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. So close. I’m so close. I’m coming. I’m coming. Gael, yes!”

  I growled against her pussy as her juices dripped down my chin. So wet for me. So needy. I wanted nothing more than to fill her. I rutted against the sheets like a madman, my cock seeking the friction it needed. I felt like a teenage boy again, using my damn pillow to find some sort of relief. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her closer as her back bowed deeply. Her tits bounced for me. Her soft curves shook for me. And as her body flushed from head to toe, my own body locked up.

  Before I shot a second load against the silken sheets of the bed.

  “Oh, fuck,” I growled.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

  Then, the two of us collapsed together against the bed, with my cheek settled against her soft thigh.

  “Holy shit,” she said hoarsely.

  I licked my lips, trying to taste as much as I could. I kissed up her body, forcing myself to rise, treating her with the respect she deserved, no matter how tired my body had become. I lapped at her tits. I watched her smile as I gazed into her eyes. I captured her lips softly, tasting myself on her while she tasted herself on me.

  Then, I dropped next to her as the sun streamed through the windows.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  I kissed her shoulder. “Get some rest.”

  “I am tired.”

  “Me too.”

  I tried to catch my breath as I slipped my arm around her waist. She wiggled back against me, her toned ass pressing against my tired cock. The swell of her ass fit perfectly within the crook of my body as if we were made for one another. And while I never expected the actress to knock my socks off like that, I also didn’t expect to feel so devoted to her and genuinely attached to her.

  I’d do anything to make sure she got what she needed.

  I lay there, holding Syn close to me, as I stared off at the wall. I didn’t know which way was up. I didn’t know what to think of this situation. Until now, I thought this was nothing but a prank. And if this was still a prank, then I’d have to give Syn a damn award for how she had thrown herself into this shit with Hunter. But if this wasn’t a prank? If Hunter had nothing to do with this? Then, I was a married man.

  I was Mr. Syn Sycamore.

  Holy shit, I just got married.

  The weight of the evening finally hit me; it smacked me across the face before dropping a boulder on my shoulders. I somehow found the strength to lift myself up, wondering if Syn was asleep. Was she still awake and thinking about everything just like me? However, when I l down at her sleeping face, pride swelled in my chest again.

  She feels safe enough to sleep with me.

  I propped myself up and continued watching her. Studying her. Drinking in her glorious beauty. Everything about her was perfect. From her legs to her button nose to her full lower lip. Even the small scar at her hairline was somehow perfect. I still didn’t have a damn clue as to how I’d gotten into this situation as to how I’d gone from nameless stuntman to her fucking husband in the span of a few hours.

  But I wasn’t upset.

  Not really.

  It was like, somehow, I’d just won the damn lottery. I married my dream woman, a rich and talented star, and I’d be able to keep my job and get my green card. I could stay focused on the dream I’d had ever since I was a child. I wouldn’t have to tuck my tail between my legs and go home defeated and empty-handed, back to a pointless and meaningless life. And she made that possible.

  My little guardian angel.

  There couldn’t be a downside to all of this, right? I mean, we both got what we wanted. Come morning, she’d get her revenge. Once the marriage was registered, my visa would renew, and my green card status would be expedited. This was what we both wanted, through and through.

  No. There wasn’t a downside to any of this.

  With a smile on my face, I lay back down. I tightened my grip around her waist as I worked the covers over our naked bodies. The sun didn’t bother me either. Not one bit. It didn’t stop me from snuggling close to the beautiful, vivacious woman and holding her close. It didn’t stop me from wanting to be nearer to her. I wanted to help this woman in any way I could. Protect her from harm, or hurt, in any way possible. While I was her husband, I wanted to play that role in every sense of the word. My life as “Mr. Syn Sycamore” was about to get interesting. Everything was about to change.

  And that idea only made me smile brighter before I fell asleep.

  12

  Syn

  “Let her sleep. That’s what she needs right now.”

  My eyes slowly fell open as Gael’s harsh voice hit my ears.

  “No, what she needs is to get up so we can talk.”

  “Madison?” I asked groggily.

  “Don’t you go in there. You can wait for her to get up,” Gael said.

  “I get that you’re married. But remember who you’re speaking with right now,” Madison said.

  “Oh, can it. Let her get out of bed first,” Nat said.

  My eyes popped open, and the headache that ravaged my brain made me wince. It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to lick my lips. My mouth felt like cotton. My body felt as if it had been run over by a truck. And as I slowly eased myself upright in bed, I looked down to find my breasts swinging freely.

  Holy shit, I’m naked.

  Even with my bleary-eyed vision, I leapt out of bed. I rushed into the bedroom and started rooting around for a robe. There had to be a robe in here somewhere. There was always a damn robe.

  A knock came at the door. “Syn? We really need to talk. Liam’s story has already made it to the press. It’s ten in the fucking morning!”

  I sighed. “Give me a second to piece myself together. I need a shower.”

  “No, what you need is to come out here so we can figure out where to go next.”

  “We also need to make sure the groom knows the talking points,” Nat said.

  “I told you, she’s already run that down with him,” Madison said.

  “Actually, no. I haven’t gotten that far with him yet,” I said.

  Everyone fell silent and I closed my eyes. Fuck. What a terrible morning. I was naked, with no way to explain it. I had a hangover the size of Nevada and Liam’s story was everywhere, apparently. “You two should move so I can get to her,” Gael said.

  “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere. She’s naked,” Madison said flatly.

  “I’ve got her clothes,” Gael said curtly.

  I cracked the door open and stuck my hand out.

  “Thanks, Gael. I’ll be out in a second, you guys.”

&n
bsp; I felt my clothes fall against my palm, and I quickly pulled them into the bathroom. What I wanted to do was take a long hot shower before ordering a nice, greasy breakfast. And maybe some strong coffee, but what I’d settle for was cold water to the face before chugging some from the faucet.

  Which was exactly what I did before I put my clothes on.

  “All right. Hit me with it,” I said.

  I closed the bathroom door behind me and found Madison staring at me with a quirked eyebrow.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You uh… you got something…?”

  She wiggled her finger at her neck, and I clapped my hand against my own.

  Nat giggled. “At least she’s selling it.”

  “Are you kidding me right now?” Madison asked.

  “Talk to me or get out,” I said.

  “Want some coffee?” Gael asked.

  I furrowed my brow. “There’s coffee?”

  “Yeah, I got up and ordered room service. There’s coffee, creamers and sugars, bagels with cream cheese, some toast, bacon—”

  “Oh, coffee and bacon. Yes, please,” I groaned.

  I shoved myself between Nat and Madison before the smell of food hit my nostrils. Gael ushered me out of the bedroom, and the beautiful silver cart brought me such joy to see. I walked over and poured myself a cup of black coffee. I chugged it back, trying not to gag as I forced it down my throat. I needed to wake up and shake this headache. I needed to get my head in the game.

  “Can we talk now?” Madison asked.

  Nat smiled. “I think it’s kind of cute.”

  “You would,” Madison murmured.

  I shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth. “Okay, now we can talk.”

  Gael chuckled. “After you chew and swallow.”

  “Semantics.”

  Madison sighed. “Oooh-kay. So, our story hit the media two hours ago. Much earlier than expected, but we got it out before Liam’s story.”

  “Liam’s story hit before that, actually,” I said.

  “In rumor form, yes. But this is the official story. One that is also running on regular news stations as well.”

  I rolled my eyes. “How grand.”

  “We have to make sure our strategy is ready to roll out. You said you haven’t talked to him about any of this yet?” Madison asked.

  “I know that I’m supposed to be playing the part of her loving husband. A man she left Liam for, instead of it seeming like he left her for another woman,” Gael said.

  I pointed up to him. “I told him that.”

  “Did you tell him anything else?” Madison asked.

  “What else is there?” Nat asked.

  Madison huffed. “You need to pay me more. Okay, first question, was your wedding night more than just show?”

  I almost choked on my bacon. “Excuse me?”

  “The hickey. The tangled hair. The hazy look in your eyes. Did the two of you sleep together?”

  I blushed. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business?”

  “All right. You did. Good, this is stuff I need to know.”

  “No, it isn’t. Your job is to make this PR nightmare go away so it doesn’t tank my career. Not inquire about whether or not I have an active sex life.”

  Madison waved her hand in the air. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, is that all you know?”

  Gael looked between us. “What?”

  “What you’ve just told me. About marrying her to make it look like she wasn’t left and all that shit. Is that all you know?”

  Gael nodded. “Yeah, that’s all I know.”

  “So, you don’t know about posing for pictures or showing up at events with her or going out on dates or intentionally being seen by the cameras at all?”

  “Isn’t that a given?” he asked.

  Nat smiled. “I like him.”

  I giggled. “He’s going to be good at this. And no, I didn’t fill him in on any of that stuff because I didn’t want to overwhelm him. The point was to get him to go along with this, not push him further away from it.”

  Gael snickered. “What am I? A toddler?”

  Madison pursed her lips. “I knew you’d chicken out on the details.”

  I balked. “I didn’t chicken out! I gave him the rundown of how this was basically going to happen.”

  “But ‘basically’ isn’t enough. He needs the nitty-gritty. How you two met. When you first kissed. How he fucking proposed! Syn, come on. This was your plan in the first place. Why can’t you be more like your fierce persona at times like this?”

  I shrugged. “Well, might as well break the news to my husband now. Since it’ll happen sooner or later.”

  “What news?” Gael asked.

  “Maybe we should order more room service for this,” Nat said.

  “Good idea,” Madison said.

  “What don’t I know, Syn?” he asked.

  I looked up at him, and even with the frown creeping across his face, he was strikingly beautiful. But it was also the first time I noticed the man didn’t have a damn shirt on. How could I have missed that? My eyes ran along his tattoos, the ones that covered his shoulders, his upper arms, his chest. So many colors and pictures and phrases and geometric designs, all intertwined with scars I wanted to touch and lick and kiss.

  I had half a mind to pull him right back to bed and continue on with our honeymoon the way they were supposed to be celebrated.

  “Uh, yes. Hi. Could I get another breakfast order sent up to suite 1203, please?” Nat asked.

  “Syn,” Gael said.

  I sighed. “Can we talk?”

  “I’d appreciate it if you did,” he said.

  “I’ll go help Nat with this order,” Madison said.

  “Yeah. Thanks,” I said flatly.

  I scowled at her before she walked over to the phone, leaving me and Gael to talk. Still within earshot, though, in case she had to jump in and intervene. “Should we sit?” Gael asked.

  “That might be a good idea,” Madison said.

  “One more word out of you and you’re fired,” I said curtly.

  Her eyes widened. “Fine, damn.”

  “She had no right to say that to you,” he murmured.

  I waved my hand in the air. “Look, now that the story has hit; there’s going to be a great deal of attention on us.”

  “Understatement of the year,” Madison murmured.

  I glared at her. “Now that it has happened; there will be questions. Lots of them. And you need to make sure you give the right answers.”

  “I’m assuming you mean the story of our courtship.”

  “Yes. That one. A lot of people are going to ask you if this is just your way of getting a green card. Because they will dig up this information on you. And plenty of people will ask me if this is retaliation against Liam, which it won’t be. Because we were together well before Liam and Anna were ever a thing.”

  He frowned. “Got it.”

  “We have all day to iron out the details of how we met and how you proposed. But we’ll have to make sure our stories are consistent. If we have to write things down and rehearse it, that’s fine. It’s imperative we get this right, though. Because the media won’t pick Liam apart like they will me. And you’ll be in that crossfire.”

  He licked his lips. “I figured as much.”

  I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I expected, but it wasn’t for him to get up and walk away. I watched the muscles of his back undulate with every movement he made. He had a jagged scar down his back that crossed over his spine. Every single part of me wanted to ask how he got it. I wanted to know every story behind those scars. But those weren’t the stories that were important right now.

  “Where are you going? We aren’t done,” Madison said.

  “I’m going to put on a shirt.”.

  “Probably a good idea,” Nat said, grinning.

  I sighed. “We’ll be out here when you’re clothed.”

  A knock came at the door ju
st as Gael closed the bedroom door a little harder than I’d been expecting. Was he upset? Why the hell would he be upset now? It wasn’t as if I had kept all of this from him. I told him we’d have to perform for the cameras. I felt more confused than ever. As Nat answered the door and rolled the second tray of breakfast food in, my need for coffee skyrocketed.

  But it didn’t overshadow the more powerful need to make sure Gael was all right.

  “Will you two give me a second?” I asked. But before I could knock on the door, it opened and my new husband stepped out.

  “Ready whenever you guys are,” Gael said.

  He emerged in a tight black T-shirt, and somehow it made him even sexier. I was stunned at how perfect he looked first thing in the morning with his tousled hair, his stern eyes, and his stoic lips that somehow still housed a soft grin just for me.

  “Okay, so. Since we’ve all been acquainted, here’s the angle for the story I’m thinking about. We have to get it all confirmed before I send it out. So, if you want it out before lunch, it’s time to listen up. I already have two interviews scheduled with the two of you, but I pushed them out as far as I could. We’ve got five days to solidify this story and get it right before you’re in front of the camera. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be bombarded in public in the meantime. So, we need to do this well and we need to do it well quickly. Got it?” Madison asked.

  “Got it,” I said.

  But when I looked over at Gael, he looked like a deer in headlights.

  And guilt quickly filled my chest.

  13

  Gael

  “The easier we can make these stories, the better. We can claim personal space for the rest of it, but even so, the big details will have to be fed to the media. For the marriage? I’m thinking something like ‘the two of you simply couldn’t wait.’ You’re so in love, and you were so ready after overcoming obstacles that you rushed off to get married, then decided to do a reception with friends and family at a later date,” Madison said.

  “Plus, with the two of us working on the same set, we can claim that this is the only weekend we knew both of us would have off at the same time. Further justifying a weekend in Vegas,” Syn said.