C6 Just a kiss

Beth was ecstatic. She couldn't believe what had just happened! She'd been schooling from home for a while now since Nina hadn't completed her college tuition fee. Today wasn't an exception.

She was reading when she heard a knock on the door, rushed to open it and saw Gabe Konstantinou. There was no mistaking his formidable figure. She'd seen him in so many tabloids, news about how there'd been an abrupt spike in the shares the moment he became the CEO of Konstantinou Cooperation, news about his private life, rumors of him being a player and a whole lot. He looked breathtaking and much better than he looked in the photos.

For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. What would a billionaire CEO be doing at her doorstep.

Until she heard him speak.

"I'm sorry to show up like this but it's urgent. Do you remember me? We met last night" he said.

Then it dawned on her that he was in the wrong house. But she didn't want to let him leave just like that, maybe it was destiny that brought him here.

"Come in" she said

Her hands shook as she gave him the tea she made for him. She felt giddy.

"I have a business proposal for you" he said...

She started to wonder if he actually came to the wrong house. What business proposal?

"What's it?" She asked tentatively

"I apologize again but I don't know your name"

"It's Elizabeth. Beth for short" she replied.

"Do you have a job?" He asked

"For now, no" she replied. Won't he get to the point?

"I want to hire you to be my wife. We get married, stay married for a year and I'll pay you monthly and see to it that all your needs are met" he said and she almost screamed in shock. What was he saying? Why would he marry her? Now she was confused.

He quickly added "Please understand that I'm in a tight position, hence my preposterous business proposal. I already told my parents that the woman I spent last night with is my fiancee, so I have to see this through"

At that moment, it dawned on her .

She now understood everything. She quickly put two and two together and realized that he wasn't in the wrong house.

He mistook her for Nina!

Nina hadn't returned home last night, probably because she spent the night at his place and she didn't speak when Beth asked which confirmed her suspicions.

But why would he mistake her for Nina? Didn't he know the woman he spent the night with?

Maybe he couldn't remember! It must've been a drunken one night stand on his part which turned out to be more complicated than expected.

This was a golden opportunity for Beth. To be married to one of the hottest, richest bachelors in town, it was every girl's dream.

She couldn't refuse this offer.

It was good that he mistook her for Nina, she was just going to play along.

"I'll think about it" she said, in order not to sound desperate.

She picked up her phone and called Ryan.

He was the only one she wanted to share this news with. He was her ex boyfriend who turned into her no strings attached lover, then into her bestie.

"Are you at home, babe. Want to come over" she said

"Sure" he replied.

And she rushed over to his house.

She rushed him once she entered his house.

And so, she pressed forward a little, crushing her hand between them as she pushed up onto the tips of her toes and brushed her lips over his in a silent, but unmistakable, invitation. It was like the igniting of a firework. No, not the igniting of it. That had happened the moment they’d shaken hands at the palace, and every minute since had been a slow yet spectacular ascent into the night sky.This…This contact was the explosion. It spread throughout the heavens, sparks of light and heat, radiant and beautiful; all-encompassing. Because a brush of their lips wasn’t enough, and the moment she pulled back slightly, Ares was moving after her, his mouth seeking hers, as if, having had a taste, he wanted more, more, more.

Just a kiss,he promised himself, as he held her hard against his body, which was rejoicing in her nearness, the sweetness of her slender frame, the warmth of her, her fragrance. But it was a kiss that reached inside of him and shifted everything around. He flicked her tongue lazily at first as if he wanted to simply get the feel for her, but then, it wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want to kiss her, he wanted to be everything to her, just in that moment.

His body was strong and big, and he moved easily, bringing her with him into the tent—him walking, her stumbling a little, both laughing as they tumbled onto the totally insufficient camp mattress with sleeping bags unfurled. But the moment he lay on top of her, the laughter died, and he was kissing her again, swallowing her little panting sounds, tasting them, delighting in them. And his hands, oh his hands. They made a liar of him oh so fast.Just a kiss. Yeah, right.

They found the bottom of her shirt and pushed it, way too soon, way too quickly, up over her body, chucking it across the tent so it hit the canvas wall and dropped to the floor. He barely noticed. He wanted light. More light, so he could see her properly, but instead, he would content himself with feel, his hands moving to her breasts, curious as to how they’d feel. She wore a lacy bra, with smooth patches of silk, that he definitely hadn’t imagined.

“Fancy,” he said, grinning, despite the way his body was alight.

Dropping his head a little, his mouth connected with the silky soft flesh in the curve of her neck, and he kissed her there, slowly at first, then nipping her with his teeth, and she wriggled, her hands doing an exploration of their own, but mostly settling on his bottom, which she cupped and held close to her. As if she thought he might pull away.

As if he could.

He wanted to fill his hands with her breasts—he’d wanted that since he’d first seen her if he was honest—but in thismoment, there was a pleasure in slowing things down a bit, in taking his time to explore and enjoy. In making sure she enjoyed. He reached behind her to unclasp the bra, then slowly slid each strap down her arms, his fingertips trailing over her until her wrists, which he briefly clasped in his hands and held firm at her sides, so she stopped wriggling and let out a small, soft moan.

His arousal jerked in his pants. God, he wanted her.

Her breasts were exposed and all he wanted was to touch them, feel them, nip at them with his mouth, but he was taking some kind of pleasure—or maybe it was penance—from slowing this down and drawing it out, from withholding his deepest fantasy for a time. So, he kissed her instead, bringing his torso down over her body, so he could feel the soft press of her breasts against his chest, though how he wished he wasn’t wearing a shirt!

As if she could read his mind, her hands came between them, finding the buttons that ran down his middle and unfastening them, pushing at the shirt with just as much impatience as he’d shown and grunting at the final stretch, as she pushed the sleeves down and freed him from it.