Todos os capítulos de WILD WEDDING HOOK UP : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The doorman, complete with bag, beat him to the waiting elevator and swiped the card for the penthouse.As they ascended Isabella rubbed her face against him, her delighted little noises doing weird things to his chest. He knew the doorman was doing his damnedest to stay professional, working hard to conceal his bemusement at the situation. Alexander couldn’t blame him. It was weird for him too. What the hell was he doing? He should have woken her up, got her address and had Colin take her home. But even as he acknowledged the thought, he dismissed it. This way he had a chance to keep control of the situation, tell her who he was and get it dealt with.The lift came to a stop, the doors opening onto his private foyer, and he stepped out. He gave directions for the doorman to leave the bag and bade him goodnight. Now he was standing in the vast suite, and there was a woman he barely knew curled up in his arms.For the first time in his adult life he had no idea what to do and, boy, di

An erotic shudder broke through her and slowly she lowered herself, one hand slipping her thong to the side, the other coming down to take hold of his length and position him at her entrance. His very tip teased its way in. A delicious heat engulfed her and she sank herself down, crying out and clenching him tight as he filled her so completely, so perfectly.He gave way to a ragged breath. “Fuck me, baby…”His reaction went straight to her head, to her clit, to her core, and then his grip on her hips squeezed as he lifted her up and over him, again and again. Slow at first. Savouring. And then more rapid, more desperate. His chest came up to press against her back, his hands thrusting up to her breasts, his palms groping, his fingers toying, their attentions ferocious with his own need and driving her own.“You’re so fucking hot.” He said. She moaned her response, her hands biting into his thighs as she propelled herself over him.“Here.” He took hold of her hand, brought it to her

They played some more, and wanting something more intimate, he transitioned her to the Baccarat alcove. It was the game of James Bond—quiet, intense, and draped in ritual.“You’re betting on the Banker or the Player,” Alexander explained as the dealer in white silk gloves dealt the cards. “It’s pure chance, draped in elegance.”Isabella played with a focused intensity that fascinated him. She sat on the edge of her high-backed chair, the oversized sleeves of his shirt pushed up to her elbows. He played with her, and they won three hands in a row, the pile of gold chips growing until it was a small glittering mountain.“I think the Zenith is scared of you,” Alexander joked, leaning down to kiss the curve of her shoulder.“I think I’m just enjoying the experience,” she replied, turning in her seat to face him. The bright, artificial lights of the casino reflected in her dark eyes. “I’ve never had a night like this, Lex. Not ever.”Alexander’s heart did a strange, uncomfortable somersaul

"Izzy," he said, dropping to one knee with the grace of a man who had definitely had several drinks. He held up the wire ring. "Will you take this slightly sharp, definitely non-karat gold wire and be my wife?"Isabella was laughing so hard she had to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. "I do! Oh my god, that's so silly." She said as she held out her hand, and he slid the wire ring onto her finger. It was too big and the wire poked her skin, but in the light it sparkled and she was way too buzzed to care."Repeat after me," the officiant sighed, probably having seen this three times already that night.They stumbled through the vows, interrupting each other with jokes and muffled giggles. When the officiant told Alexander he could kiss the bride, he didn't just kiss her—he picked her up and spun her around, her laughter echoing off the satin walls."Congratulations," the officiant said, handing them a piece of paper with a gold-embossed seal that was still wet from the printer. "You’re

Isabella sat on her bed, her door closed, the blinds drawn and the lights off. She plucked a multigrain cracker from its sleeve and nibbled on a corner, trying to keep her stomach from revolting. She hadn’t had a hangover this bad in her life, and not only was she hungover, but her drunken exploits had affected her sober life. She’d done quite a few questionable things under the influence, but when she’d awakened that morning, Lex's arms wrapped around her and a weird, wire made ring on her finger, she’d panicked, slipped out of bed and, as quietly as she could, gathered her things and bolted.She had somehow lost a night, and most of Sunday, with him. Her head throbbed just thinking about it. It was a wild, incredible night. If only she could remember all of it. She remembered meeting him and going to The Zenith with him, but it seemed like the more alcohol she'd consumed, the more the rest of the memories got hazy. She'd remember all of it soon enough, she was sure of that. Just as