Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Take a deep breath.

  I want to feel Sarah’s arms go around me. I want her to pull me close.

  “I’m so sorry, Will. I wanted something like this to happen, but I didn’t think you actually had it in you. I was trying to scare her off today, because I thought by now, you would have found a new fuck toy. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. But I’ll tell you what.”

  She takes a step back, and her grin is kind of like the one she used to wear when we broke into Dad’s liquor cabinet as kids.

  “If you’re in love, I can’t be happier for you. She’s a great girl. The two of you make an awesome team.”

  “So what the fuck do I do now?”

  “Go to her, you fucking idiot! And don’t be a jerk! Tell her how you feel!”

  “It’s that simple?” I question.

  I want to believe it.

  Sarah grins. “It’s just that simple. Honestly.”

  18

  Katrina

  I let Mr. Paxton in with a wide smile.

  “How are you this evening? Come in, come in,” I greet him.

  I have my work face on, with a smile that looks welcoming but allows me to weasel out what people are really thinking.

  It’s not working tonight.

  Maybe I’m scattered. Maybe Paxton isn’t playing an angle.

  That’s the thing though; everyone is.

  We sit down together on the couch, and since the wine is there, I offer him some. He’s flattered to accept a glass, and he immediately begins to loosen up. He’s talking about a couple of offshore investments, things I’ve actually been looking for at his portfolio.

  “I’ve had those on the read list for some time,” I say, pandering to him.

  My smile is wide and genuine now, enjoying this moment of mental mimic. I’ve also probably had too much wine.

  “How soon can we move on this?” he asks, taking another sip. “I’m hoping to move several million into this from the others on slow return.”

  “Of course,” I say.

  I take a quick look at my computer. Always on. Like Will.

  Shut the fuck up.

  “So, I think—hey!”

  As I turn back, I see Paxton taking off his jacket.

  He gives me an out of place, something’s off, kind of smile.

  “It’s so hot in here,” he comments.

  His voice is very quiet, I’m not sure what to say.

  I’m getting a weird vibe now. It’s not that warm. This is awkward as fuck.

  I invited him in, so I don’t feel like I can’t just kick him out because I feel weird.

  He’s a top client; I have to try and handle this delicately.

  “Look, Mr. Paxton—”

  “No, honey, no,” he interrupts as he shakes his head.

  His eyes seem to crawl all over me.

  “I’ve got to be honest. When I heard Ambrose was getting a new CEO, I was mostly relieved. Will’s a top business man, but he blows meetings all the time. I was happy to have someone new on the job. The way you handled that phone call…”

  His eyes take on a dreamy look.

  Oh, fuck.

  The phone call when Will was fucking me.

  What did this old pervert hear?

  “I’ve never been inspired like that,” he admits.

  He reaches out and squeezes my knee.

  Right, that’s it.

  I quickly stand up and take a step back.

  “I cannot allow you to touch me, Mr. Paxton. This is unacceptable behavior.”

  He falls on to his knees in front of me and gazes up at me like a lovesick boy at his first dance.

  “Yes, honey. Do me just like that. Tell me what I can and can’t do. I need you to punish me.”

  “What the fuck!”

  “Yes! Swear at me! What next? Lick your shoes, oh, please tell me I can lick you shoes. Make me.”

  I take a step back, “Ah, I think, we had a cross in communication, somewhere…”

  “No! Don’t lose it! No! Talk to me in that stern voice! Look, I’ve got cash—a lot of it—on me. I know you’re an important woman, buying your cooperation in this won’t come cheap, but—”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Yes! That’s the tone! Call me your pay pig, your money hunk, human ATM! Make me give you that cash, honey!”

  Oh shit.

  I keep backing away towards the balcony. I really don’t know what to do now.

  This is some freaky kinky shit I have wandered into. I know some guys like being dominated—but fuck.

  This is just weird.

  He goes back to his coat and pulls out a handful of money. He gets up, green pieces fluttering everywhere as he advances on me.

  “Look how I blow for you honey, I blow my hot, hard, cash all over the place, just for you. Because you’re special. I haven’t had a boner like I got on that phone call since I was a teenager. What were you doing? Handling my money? Oh, tell me you had those sweet hands all over my money.”

  I can’t answer. If I start screaming at him that he’s a freak and to get the fuck out, he’ll probably consider it foreplay and take his pants off.

  I can’t just meekly submit, no fucking way.

  If I hurt him, my career is over.

  I’m smart. I’ve got to be able to think my way out of this.

  “Mr. Paxton,” I start, trying for a neutral tone, and he’s still advancing on me, cash falling all over the floor.

  If I go back much further, I’ll be on the balcony, and I really don’t want that.

  I turn back to check out freak features—and then I realize he’s right in front of me. He leans in, making puckered lips at me.

  “Just give me those sweet lips, just once,” he begs.

  Mr. Paxton has this cheeky look on his face, like he knows I would rather slap him, and he’s hoping I do.

  I’m completely frozen. I can’t think.

  At that moment, a fast-moving blur comes from behind me and Paxton is on the carpet, struggling...with another man.

  They roll on the floor, and as Paxton comes out under, I recognize who’s on top.

  “Will!” I gasp softly.

  Will punches Paxton square in the jaw and stands up, giving him a kick for good measure. Paxton starts crawling around, trying to get up as Will grabs him by his jacket’s collar, and hauls him out the door.

  “Where the fuck did you come from?”

  I’m standing frozen, arms around myself. I seriously don’t think I can move.

  “Climbed the fucking balconies. I saw something going on…I could see someone up here. I don’t know, I had a bad feeling. Are you okay?” he says, all between breaths.

  I nod, slowly, thinking, no, I wasn’t alright, not until you got here.

  He steps close to me, and I feel my heart bounce.

  I can’t help but grin as I take in his sent, and start to feel that warm tingle between my legs.

  Oh, yeah. This guy gets me going. I can’t even help it.

  “So,” Will says, as he rakes a hand through his hair. “We should talk then?”

  I nod as I move towards the couch, feeling shaky and scared, but full of hope too.

  “Yeah. Let’s talk.”

  19

  William

  As the adrenaline starts to taper off, my blind rage fades and my blurry vision returns to normal and finds Kat standing before me.

  That jump up the balconies really sobered me up, and it’s a good thing too, since I haven’t been in an actual fistfight since fucking grade school.

  Think that doesn’t go on at preppy private schools? Think again.

  I had to take Scotty Logan out for getting into my whiskey stash. I fucked his sister, though, so it all evens out in the end.

  This fight was not as exciting. I’m still not exactly sure what the fuck happened.

  I was on the street, looking up, when I saw her. I couldn’t wait to get up to her, and I saw a shadow move in the apartment.

  I
knew something was wrong.

  Okay, I had half an idea she might have replaced me already, and I really wanted to surprise them.

  Whichever way it went, the balconies were the way to go.

  “Will.” Kat comes over, cradling my hand. “You’ve hurt your fingers.”

  “I’m okay,” I assure her, brushing off the concern but secretly enjoying the attention. “I need to top up. Do you have…ah! Yes, you do!”

  I see a bottle of my favorite whiskey by the couch, and Kat comes over with me and we sit down.

  She’s trying to fuss with my hand while I take long swigs out of the bottle. Once I put the bottle down, I start fumbling for my phone.

  “Look, gimme my hand back. I came over here for something, and I’m not fucking this up.”

  She really won’t give me my hand back, so I start getting into the phone left-handed.

  “I’m deleting every single woman in here. Look, Elsa Tonique, dancer. Speaks seven languages and bendy as gumby. Check out this one, Cheryl Wilson, ex-Miss America contender. Got kicked out for sexual harassment—twice. There’s that fucking golf caddy. This one’s a millionaire, but lives in the slums because she thinks it’s good for her image. This one—”

  “Will,” Kat interrupts. She’s paused from blowing on my knuckles, gently stroking my palm. “I don’t care about any of that. Honestly, I trust you. No man has ever excited me the way you do, and that messed me up. I thought I was falling for a total horn dog who couldn’t appreciate my feelings. But I can see how upset you are—I can’t have any doubts.”

  She’s grinning this really sly, gorgeous grin.

  The look on her face might unsettle me, if I wasn’t so in love with her. It’s a self-assured, contented look, and I’m not sure I’ve had a woman look at me like this before.

  What convinced her?

  My heroic climb up the balconies, punching that fuckwit Paxton…there’s a good few million out the window.

  Sarah won’t be happy. I really don’t know.

  But I’m hoping it’s the tone of my voice and the look on my face. It’s painful.

  I need her to trust me. I feel like I can’t survive without it…can’t move.

  “You really wrecked your hand,” she says softly, still stroking my palm and checking out my knuckles.

  “I’ve seen worse,” I say, minimizing it all. I take another sip of whiskey. “Look, I’m not done.”

  I start going through the phone again—into bad territory now, where I can’t even remember the girl’s names and I’ve labeled them things like ‘wicked anal’, ‘loves to suck cock’, ‘threesome guaranteed’, ‘likes double penetration’, and ‘uninhibited AF’, to name a few.

  I hold the phone out to Kat.

  “I want you to see how serious I am. These are all going—deleted. I can’t tell you the day I’ve had today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to amuse myself in lots of ways, but nothing satisfied me.”

  I put my poor bruised hand on her cheek.

  “I just want you,” I confess.

  “Will…” She leans into my hand. “I want you, too.”

  “Actually.” I have to laugh. “It’s all kind of Sarah’s fault. Again.”

  “Again?”

  “Yeah. After I split from here, I took off out the back of the country club, and she found me there. She was trying to scare you off, but only because she thought I would move on by then. It really kind of blew her mind that I was out there feeling miserable. She didn’t think it was even possible. But she’s the one who told me to come here and tell you…”

  “Tell me what?” She’s grinning right now.

  Its gold, it’s priceless. So mischievous.

  She knows what. But she’s always going to tease me, and that’s what I love so much about her.

  I find myself grinning, too—that ridiculous ‘fuck you’ grin that pisses off the young and old.

  “To tell you I love you. That I can’t live without you.”

  “And what about poor…” She lifts my phone. “‘Only from behind’?” she asks, chuckling. She scrolls. “Or ‘into toe stuff’?”

  “Deleted.” I take the phone back, scrolling and deleting. “‘Ms. tiny boobs’, gone. ‘Ms. short skirt’, gone. ‘Twin sisters’…hmmm. Hard one, but gone. Oh! ‘Ms. likes-to-be-fucked in trees’, gone!”

  Kat leans in and kisses me, pushing the phone away. First it’s just a quick, slow kiss, but she keeps moving forward, pushing me down on the couch as she crawls on top of me.

  The whole time, she’s spoiling me with soft, hot, lingering kisses.

  “Will,” she whispers into my mouth.

  There goes my cock, rising to the occasion.

  Thank fuck it’s not broken. It just got trained.

  Seems like all I needed was a strong-enough woman to educate the monstrous fucking thing.

  I let Kat sink into me, finally letting that hard, cold feeling go.

  She’s here.

  She’s mine.

  She’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.

  20

  Katrina

  The cool wind is streaming through my hair as Will handles the convertible on the turns.

  I can’t stop leaning over to kiss and taste his neck—that spot just under the point of his jaw is so salty. He loves it when I sneak my tongue up behind his ear and nip at the lobe with my teeth.

  He’s taking me out to Lake Michigan for some kind of surprise.

  Every now and then, we glance at each other at the same time and grin like teenagers.

  There’s such an energy about the day. I know it’s coming from us, that we feel confident and free and somehow brand new.

  I can’t keep control of myself.

  Will keeps grinning at me, and his eyes look bright and easy. There’s still a hint of hungry wolf there, but he’s not a lone wolf now.

  Just sitting this close to him makes me burn.

  If I don’t think about it, I can still feel the humming in my clit and a deep ache further down, but if I let go and think about it, I start getting wet just deliciously, and then I can’t stop it.

  My mind is overloaded with Will, all our memories so far and those to come.

  His hot, generous mouth between my legs, long fingers stroking my thighs, gripping my shoulders, and grabbing my ass.

  And how could I not mention the sex in the shower last night when we got inventive with the bath oil?

  Will slows a little as we hit a smaller road, and I lean over and play with his belt.

  I hear him chuckling.

  “Can’t you wait, babe?”

  “Fuck no. I have to taste it.”

  He laughs but doesn’t stop the car.

  I get his pants open, and a massive smile cracks my face as that giant cock pops right out to meet me.

  “Hello there,” I whisper.

  “Are you talking to my cock?”

  “Shhh! This is a private conversation.”

  “You know, Kat, I wanted to wait ‘til we got to the lake. I have something important to say.”

  Will turns his remaining attention to the road as I take the juicy head of his fat cock into my mouth and roll it over my tongue. I play with the edges, teasing the tip of my tongue around the ridges.

  I suck it slowly down into my throat. Will sits back and opens his hips just a little, and that thrusts his beautiful cock all the way down my throat.

  I love his cock as much as I love letting someone go to town on my clit.

  The sensations of rolling it around in my mouth literally makes me wet.

  I try to moan, but it’s muffled because my mouth is too full. I tighten my lips up again and start pumping him, lashing my tongue along the wide, thick base as my lips creep up and down the sides.

  Will moans and puts a hand on the back of my head, and at that, I feel tingles flowing all over me.

  Yes. God yes!

  Fuck my tiny little mouth. Make it fit you massive, hard, awesome cock. />
  I let him take control as he pumps my head slowly and methodically, drawing out each stroke until he comes, gasping and moaning.

  I’m just waiting for that quick pumping to start, and as soon as it does, I tighten my lips up and suck around the head, swallowing down his plentiful, delicious cum.

  He’s moaning so low it sounds like a growl. I know the head is oversensitive now, but I don’t give a damn.

  I keep my lips sealed around the top until I have sucked out every precious drop, leaving me to gulp every couple of seconds so I’m not wasting any of it.

  As I sit up, wiping my mouth, I realize the car has stopped.

  That’s probably a good thing.

  “Wow, when did we get here?”

  “A few minutes ago. I wasn’t going to disturb you,” Will answers.

  “Look at the mist. It looks so dark.”

  “I know, I was hoping for a nice view.”

  “Let’s have a look,” I suggest.

  I open the door and head out, moving towards the lake. The mist is flowing and shifting, some moments you can see the lake, then the mist shivers, and there’s just grey.

  It’s making me feel sweet and dreamy.

  I turn around to look for Will and see he’s standing behind me, looking twisted up.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “I gotta do this. I gotta do this right,” he mutters.

  I cross my arms.

  What is my cheeky ass playboy up to now?

  I think my world shatters when he goes down on one knee.

  I can’t breathe.

  He looks right up at me with those wolf eyes, cracks the box, and the pale light glints on the rock inside.

  And holy fuck—is it the biggest, nicest cut rock I’ve ever seen. Even with little light, it sparkles.

  This is something I thought I never wanted.

  I was so sure for so long that marriage was a trap. A time-wasting trap, at that.

  An exercise of forced compromise.

  I couldn’t have imagined back then how it feels in my chest when Will looks at me, shit-eating smile now toned and gentled into a wide-eyed look of trust and affection.

  He’s still a wolf, still savage, but now he knows he doesn’t have to roam alone, he doesn’t have to defend himself with nasty tricks or sarcasm.