ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 46

GABRIELLE’S POV

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Cold water slapped my face before my brain understood what happened. One moment I was fighting over a half–bottle of scotch.

The next thing I knew, I was underwater, kicking my legs like those useless fish I used to overfeed as a kid.

I burst up first, gasping for air, my hair sticking to my face, and my dress floating around me. And there he was rising out of the water like this was a normal Tuesday activity for him.

He pushed his wet hair back with one hand, completely calm, while I sputtered beside him.

“You-“I pointed at him, water dripping down my arm. “You did this.”

He looked at me with that blank and emotionless expression I was already getting used to.

I gasped as I stared down at my dress. “Look at me. I’m completely wet because of you.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else was going to make you wet, Gabrielle?”

Damon

My jaw dropped. “You idiot! As if they didn’t hate my outfit enough already. Now my dress is completely see–through.”

“I made you wet this morning but I didn’t hear you complaining then,” he said, causing blood to rush to my cheeks. “You even enjoyed it.”

Heat rushed up my neck. “Damon!”

“What?” he asked, stepping closer. “You did.”

“Why would you say that here?”

“You started it.”

“I did not!”

“You pointed out that you’re wet.”

“I meant my dress!”

He studied me slowly, his eyes dragging down my soaked body. “Your dress is not what I am looking at but it definitely adds to the allure.”

My breath caught.

I slapped the water between us to do something. “Get out. Right now.”

He raised a brow. “Ladies first.”

“I am not climbing out with this dress sticking to my body while you stand there staring at me.”

“Then I’ll turn around.”

“You won’t.”

“I won’t. You know me so well.”

I groaned in frustration and stepped out of the fountain. I already had one leg out when Damon dragged me back in.

I fell in with a slash, gasping quickly for air before going under. When I got up, he was already at the other end of the fountain, hiding behind the Cupid statue. 1

“I’m going to kill you, Damon Gravari,” I shouted but he only stared at me with a slight glint in his eyes.

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I was about getting out again, shivering from the cold and my head still spinning from the alcohol, when I felt his arm tightening around waist. He didn’t drop me this time, he held me from behind, his breath hot on my neck.

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“I love making you wet,” he mumbled.

His hand found my core and he pressed on it, dragging a moan from me. My clit throbbed angrily as the unfinished business from earlier slammed into me so fast I felt dizzy.

My entire body reacted before my brain could form a single thought. Heat shot through my stomach and my pulse jumped.

His hand moved in circles, teasing me slowly through my dress.

“Damon…” I whispered, my head falling on his shoulder.

My fingers curled around his wrist but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t even try. I just stayed there while his lips caressed my neck and shoulder.

“Hold onto the edge for me, love,” he said as he bent me over.

The fountain had a low concrete rim that pressed into my palms. The edge was smooth but solid and it held my weight easily when he pushed me forward.

Slowly, he raised my dress and felt the cold air on my bare ass that was barely covered by my thong. He didn’t even give me a second to think.

He ripped out my panties and closed his warm mouth on my clit from behind.

“Damon!” I screamed.

“Hush, Gabrielle,” he murmured against my wetness, the vibration making me clench. “You wouldn’t want the whole house to hear us, would you?”

I whimpered softly, shaking my head. “No.”

“Now be a good girl and try to be quiet,” he said, his tongue stroking my clit again.

My toes curled and I pressed my legs together instinctively.

“Spread your legs for me,

Gabrielle.”

I obeyed, gripping harder on the edge of the fountain. His fingers stroked me slowly, like he was taking his time.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” his voice was nearly a growl.

I pushed my hips back but he pulled away. “Just give it to me.”

“Wrong words, love,” he said.

He slid one finger between my folds, slow and teasing, brushing my clit just enough to make my hips buck.

One of his fingers slipped inside me but before I could scream, his other hand clamped around my mouth as he leaned closer. “You’re being a brat,” he murmured disapprovingly. “Do you want another punishment? Do you want me to delay your orgasm?”

I protested against his palm and he pulled it away.

“No,” I said desperately. “I’ll be quiet, Damon.”

“Good,” he murmured, before adding another finger inside me.

His hand moved slowly, like he was learning every ridge in my walls. My body jerked again and I clamped my hand over my lips

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this time to muffle the sounds.

It felt too good.

Too torturously good.

I writhe against him. “Please….. Damon.”

“Please what?”

His fingers curled into that spot that made me see white but then, he pulled back slowly.

I whimpered in frustration. “Please…. Let me come. I’ll be good, I promise.”

He leaned down and sucked on my clit, his fingers now moving inside me even faster and harder.

My whole body tensed up and I came with a cry, muffled by my hand. I should have been embarrassed by how quickly I came but considering how he left me hanging that morning, I couldn’t help it.

He didn’t let up even as I trembled under his touch. He didn’t stop until the last tremor left my body, leaving me weak over the edge.

When I was done he pulled my dress down slowly and walked out of the fountain, water dripping off him as if he hadn’t just turned my entire body inside out.

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