by Melinda Minx
The camera cuts to the back, and I see the rest of the message painted on his muscular back. “I LOVE YOU.”
My stomach flutters, and I start to feel the battle raging within me resolving. My brain’s arguments start to falter and crumble at the sight of those three magic words written large on Eric’s naked body.
I sigh, somewhat from annoyance, but mostly from relief.
I watch as police motorcycles roll in, and as they corner Eric off. He’s finally forced to stop, and the cops have to wrangle him while he’s naked.
The camera gets up in his face as the cops grab hold of him and cuff him. He looks right at the camera, smiles, and says, “Ruth, if you’re watching... I mean it. I love you.”
“He’s refusing to bail himself out,” the cop says, “So we’ve gotta hold him here. He’s wasting taxpayer dollars if you ask me.”
“You arrested him for being naked, no one forced you to do that,” I say, leaning over the counter.
“Lady,” he says, “I don’t write the laws, I just enforce ‘em.”
“Can I see him then?” I ask. “Convince him to pay his bail?”
The cop shrugs, “Sure.”
He takes me back toward the holding cell.
I see Eric jump up from the bench as I approach. There’s another guy in the cell with him, he’s snoring loudly on the opposite bench.
“Ruth,” Eric says, “You came.”
“What’s this about you refusing to get yourself out of here? They said you just need to agree to do some community service and pay bail, then you’re free to go.”
He shrugs.
“Are you trying to punish yourself somehow, to make me feel better?” I ask, meeting his eyes through the bars.
He laughs. “Is it working? If that’s what I’m doing?”
“I thought things over,” I say. “And I decided on a few things.”
He looks nervously at me. The tension is thick between us, and if the fat guy on the other bench weren’t snoring so loudly, the silence would be deafening.
“I decided I love you too,” I say.
We kiss each other through the bars. Electricity jolts through me as my mind and body reunite once again. My heart pounds endorphins through me, and I try to reach through the bars to touch him.
I hear a voice shout from the hall behind me. “No touching!”
I look up and see the snoring guy is wide awake now, and he’s watching us with wide, fixated eyes.
I pull away from Eric and look at him with longing. “Get yourself out of here. Now.”
It takes well over an hour to process Eric and get him out. The moment he’s out, we go to his penthouse.
The moment we step inside his penthouse, he lifts me off my feet and takes me straight to the bedroom.
Eric throws me down on the bed and grabs hold of my skirt. He strips it off me and runs his strong hands up my legs. I shudder and reach for my shirt, pulling it off to accelerate things.
Eric hooks his fingers beneath the hem of my panties, and he slowly peels them off.
Then I feel his lips kissing up my legs, and I squeeze my breasts, pressing my nipples between my fingers as I feel Eric move closer and closer toward…
His tongue licks against my wetness, and my back forces itself up into an arch. I moan, and my whole body trembles and twitches in ecstasy.
He grabs hold of my hips and ass, his fingers digging in, as his tongue runs up and down my most sensitive areas. I fall back down flat on my back, trying to relax and enjoy myself. If my body goes into overdrive this early on, I’ll pass out from exhaustion before I even cum.
He licks and presses his lips against me driving my desire higher. With his every touch I feel myself getting more and more wet, and the warmth within me builds up slowly and steadily. Long minutes pass, and I lose myself to the infinite patience and care toward me that Eric shows as he buries his head between my legs. I run my hands through his hair, and at times I dig my nails into his scalp when a surge of pleasure blasts through me.
Soon, my hips are bucking once again, and Eric’s tongue moves faster, pressing harder against me. I hear myself moaning, and I squeal his name. He doesn’t relent or slow. His hand slides up my body and squeezes my breast, adding another level of sensation.
My cries catch in my throat as I feel the climax begin to build up deep within me.
It feels as if his tongue is teasing the orgasm out of me, but building it up as it goes. It doesn’t hit me yet, but I feel it there, just on the cusp of escape. And only Eric, with his impossibly skilled tongue, can decide when to release it.
I feel my wetness dripping down, and Eric’s tongue moves down to lick it all up. He lets out a satisfied sound as he swallows my cum, and then he presses right back against my clit, which ends up being the last straw.
The orgasm, having been built up and up, but not allowed to show itself, finally breaks free. It hits me like a freight train, and if Eric’s lips and tongue weren’t already locked tight onto my clit, my fingers would automatically move there.
I settle for grinding my hips against his mouth, letting the increased pressure and intensity drive the orgasm out stronger and harder.
I close my eyes because the feelings surging through me are too strong. I can’t focus on processing anything I see, just what I feel.
I bite my lip until it almost bleeds, and then I scream as I feel his tongue slide across my swollen clit.
“Eric,” I try to scream, but it just comes out as a toneless moan.
I hear—and feel—him laugh as he continues to eat at me, his tongue flicks faster and faster, until I jolt my hips up into the air.
He locks tight against me, refusing to lose contact with me for even a fraction of a second. Even if he completely stopped right now, the orgasm would last for many moments longer. But Eric doesn’t stop, he tongues me just right, and then I feel two strong fingers slide deep inside me.
It’s too much. My tight walls squeeze against him, and I cum hard all over his fingers. He slides them in and out, and it makes me crave and long for his thick cock. His fingers move faster as his tongue worships my clit, and I feel almost embarrassed at just how much of my cum must be going into his mouth.
“God!” I shout. “Ahhh! Fuck!” My arms thrash wildly, and I start to move my hips away from him. The orgasm still rocks through me, but the sensitivity on my outer lips and clit is becoming too much to bear.
Finally, he moves his tongue away, focusing fully on his fingers buried deep within me. He moves them in and out, stretching me wide as I gush all over him.
When I finally stop thrashing, I fall down flat, and Eric looms over me with both fingers all the way inside me. I feel my pussy twitch and clench against him, and only when I’ve finally stopped convulsing does he pull his fingers out.
I look up through exhausted eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. He licks the cum off of them, and grins seductively down at me.
I realize with annoyance that he’s still fully clothed, but I’m too tired to do anything about it.
Thankfully, as if reading my mind, he removes his tie and slowly begins undoing his buttons.
I watch as his chest is revealed to me, and I start to laugh uncontrollably as he drops his shirt to the ground.
“What?” He asks.
“I’M SORRY” is still plastered on his chest in bright blue paint.
He looks down, realizes it, and grins.
“It’s like you’re apologizing to me for making me cum so good. You make me cum harder than I ever have before, and then you rip your shirt off to offer me an apology. It’s just completely absurd.”
“I’ll go wash it off,” he says, laughing.
He turns around, and the “I LOVE YOU” is still there too.
“No,” I whisper. “Just get your clothes off, and come here. Come in me.”
He turns around and looks at me with longing. His eyes lock between my legs, and I feel so wet and ready for him to slide his thick
cock inside me. He must see that clear as day.
He rips his belt off and drops his pants.
His cock is hard as steel, and throbbing for me. I stare at it in astonishment—and impatience—because I need it inside me more than I need anything.
Eric does not make me wait long. He pulls my legs back and slaps his thick cock against my soaked outer lips.
I’m still giggling at the blue “I’M SORRY” painted on his chest, but then when I feel his thick girth split me apart, all laughs are over.
“Fuck,” He says, “You’re too tight.”
“I’m more wet than I am tight,” I say.
“God,” he whispers, pushing deeper into me.
A stab of pain hits me, but then the intense warmth of his cock begins to fill me from within. I feel my cum soaking him as he slides deeper, and soon I feel him sliding in with ease, even though the tightness never lets up.
He slides all the way inside me, and I wrap my legs around him.
He buries himself all the way in, and I squeeze my inner walls against him. His eyes roll back in his head, and then I can feel his heartbeat through his cock inside me.
“Fuck me,” I command.
His hips go straight into overdrive. His balls slap hard against me, and his cock slides in and out of my sopping wet hole. The friction makes the warmth more intense with each thrust as he drills in and out of me.
He looks down and locks eyes with mine. His perfect blue eyes are staring at me with a possessive intensity. He’s claimed me as his own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ruth,” he whispers. “I’ll never let you go again.”
In answer, I dig my heels into his back, urging him to fuck me harder.
He obliges, and I watch as his cock slides in and out of me. On every upstroke I can see it coated in my cream, and then he’s plunging back inside, going for more.
I try to move my hips against him, but his movements are so fierce and powerful that it doesn’t add much. Eric is fully in control, and all I can do is cling to him and let him fuck me into oblivion.
My inner walls begin to clench around his cock as it powers in and out of me. I feel his veiny girth sliding against my tightening walls, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere this time. There’s no gradual buildup, it just hits me like a truck.
I move in unison with him as he fucks me raw. I feel his cock twitch and throb as he pounds in and out of me.
“Ruth,” he grunts. “Fuck, ahh!”
I feel his cock twitch, and then a thick, warm wetness pumps inside of me. Each thrust and twitch of his cock, I feel more and more of his seed filling me up, until he pumps me so full that it’s dripping out of me and onto the bed.
He slides slower in and out of me, until he finally stops, buried deep within me.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
I’m panting, and I realize I’ve dug my nails into his back. When I look at my fingers, there is blue paint beneath my nails.
He looks down at the paint and smiles.
“I love you too,” I say.
33
Happily Ever After
Eric puts the truck into park, and I help Nina out of her seatbelt.
“Are there gonna be piggies, and doggies, and horsies, and—”
“Yep,” I say, “All of them!”
Nina’s face lights up, and she grabs Eric’s arm. “Daddy! Daddy! Can I ride the horsies?”
We look at each other. I don’t want to let Nina onto a full-sized horse.
“We’ll see,” Eric says.
“That means no!” Nina says, crossing her arms.
Eric ruffles her hair and grins. “Smart girl.”
Aiden and Maya walk out the front door and onto the porch. Felix runs up behind Maya and grabs hold of her leg.
He’s a few months younger than Nina, but I can tell he’s definitely afraid of girls.
I give Maya a hug, and when I go to shake Aiden’s hand, he hugs me instead.
Maya and Aiden got together shortly after the bet incident—and they even ended up winning New York’s Best Couple.
After it got out that Dmitri was on the other end of the bet, people figured out how much Aiden had helped to bring him down. He became a pretty big deal, and then when it came to light that he’d grabbed Maya on the rebound—another girl from the same Brooklyn bike shop—the tabloids went crazy for that perfect storm of gossip fodder.
Eric and I had a huge laugh about it all, especially because Aiden hated it. He begrudgingly went through all the motions for the whole year, and everyone ended up going crazy when Maya ended up pregnant right at the end of their “term” as best couple.
I was just happy that they absorbed the spotlight away from us. The tabloids never quite forgave Eric—it was too easy for them to buy back into the idea that he was a bad playboy who cared nothing for my feelings.
When we stayed happily together for six months, then a year, and then had a kid... it was too late, and they’d lost interest in us anyway.
Aiden said that him no longer being a billionaire played a lot into it.
“We can only stay a few days,” I say. “But this is so great of you to have us.”
Aiden smiles. “Big important lawyer lady can only spare a few days for my simple farm?”
It still feels weird to actually be a lawyer. I only got a real job beyond document review a few months ago. All of the hard work finally paid off.
“Do you have pigs?” Nina asks Felix.
Felix looks shyly out from behind Maya’s legs.
“Come on, son,” Aiden says. “She won’t bite.”
“I’m not afraid of a girl!” Felix says, finally letting go of Maya’s legs. “Yeah, we have a lot of pigs.”
“Are they fat?” Nina asks.
Felix nods.
I lean down a bit to get closer to Nina and Felix’s level. “Can you show us, Felix?”
“This way,” he says, suddenly looking a lot more brave.
We go on a tour of the farm, and Nina almost dies of happiness when Aiden’s three dogs run out from the barn to follow us around.
He has a golden retriever, a corgi, and a pug. The corgi tries to herd the other two, who will have none of that, and the retriever keeps picking up sticks and bringing them to Maya, who ignores him. The pug wheezes and breathes heavy, just happy to walk along with the humans.
“He wants Mom to throw it,” Felix says to Nina.
“I’ll throw it.”
“Make sure you wash your hands after!” I say, terrified at how much I’ve come to sound like a mom.
Nina reaches out and grasps the stick. The retriever pulls a little bit, but Maya scowls at him, and he finally releases the stick.
Nina throws it as best she can, but it only goes four or five feet. The retriever overshoots, expecting an adult’s throwing distance. The corgi runs after, trying to herd the golden retriever as it turns back for the stick.
Nina laughs as the retriever picks up the stick and brings it back, its tail wagging wildly.
After the tour, Nina decides she’s going to be a farmer when she grows up. But not just a farmer, a farmer who also does competitive horse riding, dog breeding, and is also somehow a princess.
“I’d rather live in the city,” Felix says.
“Let’s trade,” Nina says. “Or Mom, you can quit your boring job and we can get a farm too.”
I kiss her on the forehead and say as sweetly as I can, “We are never going to live on a farm, sweetie.”
Eric laughs, and Nina pouts.
“Dad!” she whines. “Tell Mom to change her mind!”
“We can visit here whenever you want,” Eric says, avoiding picking a side.
Eric has gotten really into carpentry lately. It wouldn't be fair to say he’s just “into it,” he’s good at it. Not that we even need the money, but a single table from Eric Prince is worth over ten thousand dollars, and not because of his old tabloid infamy. His products are just that good.
I smile thinking about it. “We’ll think about it, sweetie, maybe we don’t have to live in the city. I’d still have to be able to take the train to work.”
“As long as we can have horsies, and pigs, and three dogs, and…”
I let her go on imagining it. I’m not ready to raise a whole barnyard of animals, but if Eric wants to get out of the city, I’d be willing to compromise.
Fiancée for Hire (A Free Bonus Novel)
Prologue
AMBER
I glance down at the giant honking diamond on my finger, and I instinctively arch my back for him.
Liam Lions’ strong, masculine hands grip my tiny waist. I look up and see the evening lights adorning the Eiffel tower shining brightly through the window, just like out of a dream.
“You’re wet again,” he murmurs.
I moan as I feel his rock-hard dick slap against my back.
“And you’re hard again,” I say, my voice heavy with desire.
He laughs, the throaty sound rising up from his chest, and I look over my shoulder at him. His perfect white teeth are exposed in the hint of a smirk, and his strong jaw and cheekbones are perfectly accentuated by the city lights spilling in through the window.
It’s hard to believe I’m getting paid for this. I feel guilty at the thought, because now that we are sleeping with each other...exactly how fake is this whole arrangement?
“Mmmm,” his voice rumbles, and his fingers dig into my flesh, claiming me even more fiercely than he did before. “You look so good in this light.”
I feel his thick manhood pressing heavily against me, and my lips begin parting for him.
How long can this last, I wonder? Will he throw me aside when he doesn’t need to keep up the act, or is this--like I have started daring to hope--something more than just an arrangement?