Boardroom Bride: A Fake Fiance Secret Pregnancy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I moan against the assault of his lips, responding to him instantly. I feel my pussy clench with need as Reese nips at my lips, then parts them with his tongue, thrusting it into my mouth in an urgent rhythm that mimics what I want him to do with his cock. His crazy big cock that I felt in all its hard thickness beneath the thin fabric of our clothes on the train.

  Reese keeps my arms pinned against the door as he drags his teeth down my neck. I arch against him as he sucks the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.

  “Oh god,” I moan, losing myself completely. “Please.”

  He pulls his head back, a dark glint in his even darker eyes. “You want it, don’t you?” He grinds his hips against me. As if I could mistake what he means. “Are you a bad girl, Adrienne?”

  I feel a rush race through me at the sound of my name on his lips, as well as his insinuation. The excitement in the way he says it. Like he wants me to be a bad girl. And right now? I really, really want to be.

  Reese moves the hand from my hip around to my ass and squeezes, then reaches lower, bunching my skirt up in his hand yanking it up around my waist. He pulls back slightly, taking me in, then runs his hand back behind me, his hand meeting bare flesh and sending liquid desire straight to my core.

  My breath is ragged with anticipation as he traces the lacy waistband of my black thong over my hip and around, his finger running along the crease of my inner thigh. My hips buck involuntarily, searching for the touch I’m craving.

  “You are a bad girl. You want me to take you right up against this wall. Fuck you hard until you scream my name.”

  Is that what I want? I don’t even know this guy. But when he dips his finger inside the lace, brushing against my drenched folds, I know that I do.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “Fuck me, Reese.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. But when he hooks a finger in my thong and yanks it down, I no longer care.

  “So hot,” he murmurs, watching as he slides a finger inside me. Finishing what he started, what I wanted him to do on the train.

  I cry out as he adds a finger, thrusting deep into my pussy, and rolls his thumb over my clit. Shivers race up and down my spine, through my arms and legs, then shoot back to my core, igniting my body until I feel that I might burst into flames.

  Then his mouth is back on mine, teeth and tongue and lips urgent and demanding. I kiss him back, grinding against his hand, searching for release. I want to wrap my arms around him, wrap my entire body around him, but he still has me pinned to the door.

  “I want you so bad,” he grits out as he pumps his fingers into me faster and faster, sending me right up to the edge of ecstasy. “Do you have any idea what you did to me today when I saw that underneath all this you have a dirty side?” He flicks the strap of the garter belt with his thumb before going right back to my clit. “Because there’s no way someone wears something like this and doesn’t want to be fucked hard and dirty.”

  A whimper makes its way out of my chest. “Yes. Please.”

  He lowers his head to my chest, teasing me through my shirt with his lips, brushing them back and forth until my nipples become hard peaks straining against the lace of my bra.

  “You look so perfect in your fancy clothes. I just want to mess them up. Mess you up.”

  I never would have thought I’d be okay with someone wrinkling up my overpriced silk blouse, but as he clamps his mouth over my breast, sucking hard until I can feel the wetness of his mouth through the thin fabric separating us, it does nothing but make me wetter.

  Reese chuckles as if he knows what he’s doing to me. I can hear the sound of my juices on his hand as he continues to drive into me. And when he bites down on my nipple, I come apart.

  A million pinpricks of light fill my vision. I convulse, my body pushed to its limits by the intensity of the orgasm as it crashes over me. My pussy clenches around Reese’s fingers, as I ride wave after wave of pure pleasure.

  When I come down, aftershocks wracking my body, I open my eyes and stare at him. His cocky expression tells me he knows just how amazing he made me feel.

  “So, Adrienne,” he murmurs, finally releasing my wrists from above my head, “I was looking for a male roommate, but I think I might make an exception in your case.”

  His words bring me sharply back to reality. Oh my god. I just let a complete stranger rip my thong off and make me come against his door. The door of the apartment I thought would be mine up until fifteen minutes ago.

  Now, I’m just confused. I can’t live here. How could I? It’s all kinds of complicated, and I don’t have room for that in my life. What would that even make us? Roommates? Fuck buddies? Definitely not friends with benefits because I don’t even know the guy.

  “I’m sorry,” I stammer, pulling my thong up and shoving my skirt down as fast as I can. I reach for the doorknob as confusion washes over Reese’s face. His heartbreakingly gorgeous face.

  Yeah. I can’t do this. It’s just asking for heartbreak. Because there is no way I can live with this guy and keep my hands off him. Which means I can’t live with him at all. Even if that means after this week I’m effectively homeless.

  “I’m sorry,” I repeat, twisting the knob and practically running out the door before he can stop me. I don’t look back.

  Reese

  I pace my office, my phone pressed against my ear. “What do you mean there’s no other address?”

  My assistant tries to respond calmly, but I can tell my outburst has rattled her. “Exactly what it sounds like. Her application said her current lease ended last Saturday. And she didn’t have any forwarding address or anything.

  I rake my hand through my hair. It’s been almost two weeks since Adrienne ran from my apartment and I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t get her out of my head. I pulled out all the stops trying to run into her on the 6 Train, but I know she has to be avoiding me, changing her schedule or something.

  I need to find her. No, I have to find her. Somehow she has totally taken over my waking—and sleeping—thoughts.

  “Well, I think we have enough resources to figure this out,” I say, trying to rein in my frustration. For fuck’s sake, I own one of the biggest real estate conglomerates in the city. Someone should be able to track her down. Then it hits me. Her job.

  “What did she list as her place of employment?”

  After a few minutes, she has the info together and I’m headed out of my office building and up Lexington. Yeah, I’m acting like a total stalker. I’m taking this meeting on the train thing way further than before. But I can’t explain it. I need to know why she ran out on me. Know what was going through her head.

  More than that, I actually want to know her. That’s a new one. I don’t do this. I don’t date women, get close to women. But that’s exactly where my mind has been. That I want to find out more about Adrienne Rhodes.

  She’s a total contradiction. Prim and proper exterior, sultry sex underneath. I’d like to think that it’s just curiosity. I’ve had a sample, and now I want the full meal.

  But I’m lying to myself. How else can I explain the fact that for two months I’ve watched this woman on the train, been curious about her?

  There’s obviously something about her that some part of me has responded to. And I need to figure it out.

  I glance at my watch as I approach the Dover Street Market. It’s nearing the time that I’d normally head for the train, so maybe she’s leaving work. I catch a glimpse of long blonde waves and feel a rush of adrenaline and desire.

  It’s her. She’s across the street, and I walk through the crowds as fast as I can, trying to catch up to her. She turns the corner and heads for the subway station just as the light changes and cars start flying down Lexington in the crazy way that only New York drivers do. Shit, I’m going to lose her.

  Finally, I make my way across, practically running. I should feel ridiculous—this is so not me. But I need to talk to her. Ask her to d
inner like I should have two fucking months ago.

  I hit the stairs leading down to the platform, and see bright blonde just ahead boarding the train. I don’t think I’ll make it before the doors slide shut. But that’s not acceptable. I dodge and push through people, ignoring the dirty looks and dirtier comments tossed my way, and slip into the car just in time.

  “Adrienne!”

  She’s across the car, standing and holding onto a pole, her eyes wide as she stares at me in shock.

  I push through the crowded train to get to her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  I smile, just glad that I finally found her, and take her hand. “I need to talk to you.”

  The shiver that courses through her at my touch radiates back through my own body. It was like this in my apartment too. My body simply aware of hers, every touch electric. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and we didn’t even have sex.

  Adrienne looks up at me, those blue eyes trying to read me.

  “Why did you leave? Why did you run out?”

  She presses her lips together and looks away. “I can’t explain it.”

  Placing my palm on her cheek, I force her to look back at me. “Try.”

  After a drawn out pause, she finally speaks. “It just hit me. I don’t even know you, but I was ready to drag you to the floor and let you do anything you wanted to me.”

  My eyebrows shoot up. I didn’t expect her to be so straightforward with it. Her bold words take me by surprise, as well as send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. That’s exactly what I wanted too.

  The train stops and people get on and off. When we begin moving again, I lean in close and ask, “Then why didn’t you?”

  She shakes her head. “I had to go. I knew if I let it go any further then I’d do something stupid. Like move in with you.”

  I laugh. “You realize that was exactly why you came over in the first place.”

  She smiles. “Yeah. But meeting my train guy for a quickie is a far cry from living with him.”

  “Your train guy?”

  Adrienne’s face turns red, and I can’t help brushing my lips over hers. She’s too cute. Her breath hitches. Cute, and totally fucking sexy.

  “Don’t you see how complicated it would be? Would we be roommates? Fuck buddies?” She shrugs. “Complicated.”

  I think I see what she’s getting at. “What if it’s something else entirely?”

  She lifts confused eyes to mine. “What do you mean?”

  I blow out a breath and go for it. “I mean, I think I might be crazy about you. I think I have been for months. How else can you explain that seeing you on the train is the best part of my day? Adrienne, I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it’s just something I don’t do. Now…”

  I shake my head. “You’ve got me going crazy. I need more of this.” I gesture between us. “And this.”

  I lower my mouth to hers in what I meant to be a soft kiss, but the minute our lips collide, something seems to snap in both of us.

  Her arms come up around my neck, and I pull her tightly against me, needing more of her. We’re desperate, hungry, needy. I can’t get enough.

  It’s all I can do not to ravish her right here in front of everyone. Public indecency be damned.

  “Adrienne,” I growl, “Come home with me.”

  She nods, pulling my head back to hers.

  The rest of the commute is pure torture, and by the time we resurface on the streets of New York, I feel like I’m going to go out of my mind if I don’t have her.

  “Did you rent your apartment?” she asks as we cover the distance to my building.

  “Fuck no.” I grin. “Why? You looking for a place?”

  “Maybe,” she says, a teasing grin making me crazy. “The jury is still out.”

  I quirk an eyebrow. “On what?”

  “How well you convince me.”

  We stop outside my building, and I smile, letting every dirty thought racing through my head show in my eyes.

  Adrienne bites her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You up for it?”

  Fuck yeah.

  “Always.”

  I grab her hand and haul her inside.

  Adrienne

  We barely make it onto the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Reese pushes me against the wall and threads his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and crushing his mouth to mine.

  I knew he was holding back on the train, and now I can’t wait to see what happens next. He kicks my feet apart, pulling my skirt up high so he can wedge himself between my legs. I rock against him, savoring the delicious pressure of being trapped against his hard body.

  “Fuck, baby,” he says, pulling back for just a second to take me in. “Do you always wear stuff this sexy? I think you’re going to drive me insane knowing this is what’s under your clothes. If you move in, I may never let you leave the apartment.”

  I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine. I can’t wait another second. Fumbling with his pants, I release the button and reach inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. God, it’s so big. My already soaked pussy gets even wetter. I want him inside of me now.

  Reese grips my thighs and hoists me up against the elevator wall, and my legs close around his waist like a vise. I can feel the hard tip of his erection pressing against my panties.

  The elevator finally reaches his floor and dings, the doors whooshing open, and Reese carries me just like that to his apartment, his mouth never breaking from mine as he finds his key and unlocks the door. He kicks it shut behind us and strides straight through the apartment to his bedroom.

  Dropping me on his huge, plush bed, he grabs my shoes and tosses them aside, running his hands up my legs like he did that first day on the 6 Train. When his fingers are inches from my pussy, he pulls them away, leaving me whimpering and needy.

  “Reese…”

  He grins, that cocky smile making me lose my mind. But he’s only stopping to remove my skirt. He unzips it and yanks it off, and I pull my top over my head, ready to get rid of all the barriers between us. He seems just as eager because he sheds his own clothing just as fast.

  Then he’s staring down at me like I’m his prey, and I love it.

  His hands travel over my stomach up toward my breasts. I arch into his palm. I didn’t get to feel his hands on me like this the other day and I can’t get enough. He pulls the cups of my bra down until my breasts are fully exposed, pushed together high and round. My nipples ache for him, but he just looks his fill, cupping me.

  Unable to stop myself, my fingers trail up my stomach and pinch my nipples, drawing a moan from my throat.

  I watch him as his eyes darken, reveling in the knowledge that I’m driving him as crazy as he’s driving me. I continue to play with myself, and he takes his thick, swollen cock in his fist, pumping it slowly as he watches me. I insert a finger in my mouth, then pulling my panties to the side, I slide the wet digit inside my even wetter pussy.

  Reese groans. “Do you see what you do to me?” He grips his cock even harder, stroking faster. “I need to be inside you, Adrienne.”

  I nod breathlessly, spreading my legs wide, welcoming him to me, already so wet, just from the anticipation. He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls, hard, and the sound of ripping lace gets me even more excited.

  “Yes,” I beg. “Please. I need you inside me now.”

  He steps away, grabs a condom and rolls it on quickly, then returns to me, climbing up and hovering over me on the bed. Reese closes his mouth over each of my breasts in turn, sucking and teasing my nipples into a hard peak.

  It’s not enough. I reach for his cock, so thick and hard. “I said need you now.”

  He doesn’t make me wait. Positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, he rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself with my juices. Then he thrusts into me in one swift, hard stroke, burying himself as far as he can get. My pussy clenches around him, and it feels so g
ood to finally have him in me.

  I moan, the sheer ecstasy of being so filled nearly sending me over the edge.

  He begins moving within me, thrusting hard and fast, his movements echoing the desperation I feel. I quickly feel my orgasm building, and his own groans of pleasure are so fucking sexy.

  “Harder, Reese. I need more.”

  “That’s my dirty girl,” he murmurs against my mouth before he takes me in a rough kiss.

  “Only for you,” I pant. “You bring out my naughty side.”

  My words seem to spur him on, and he pulls back, grabbing my hips and flipping me over in one quick motion. He pulls my ass up in the air and grips it hard, fingers digging in, spreading me wide as his cock teases my pussy from behind.

  Then he slams his cock right back into my tight heat, hitting just the right spot as he pounds into me over and over.

  I arch my back and look back at him. His eyes are burning with lust. But I see more there, something that makes me think what he said on the train about being crazy about me might just be true.

  I reach for him, and he pulls me up, my back against his chest, his hands gripping my tits as he continues to fuck me from behind. I lean my head back on his shoulder, and he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.

  Dropping a hand to my clit, he teases me there while he pinches my nipple with his other hand. And just like that, I fly over the edge, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm tears through me. I feel his cock swell inside of me, hot jets shooting from him as my pussy grips him over and over and over.

  We collapse on the bed in a satisfied haze. Everything I ever fantasized about my train guy was nothing compared to the reality.

  After a while of drifting in the afterglow, I prop my hand on my head and give him a teasing smile. “So, about that roomie situation.”

  He gives me that sexy, cocky smirk and arches an eyebrow. “Let me guess. I convinced you.”

  I purse my lips, and he laughs. “Come on, baby. Where else can you move where you are guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms anytime you want?”