Pregnant by the Playboy (Fong Brothers, #1)

by Jackie Lau

  “He’s good friends with Brian,” Carrie says.

  Ah. I can imagine that Brian with his gorgeous house and parties would have a friend like Vince Fong.

  As if feeling my gaze on him, Vince breaks the kiss and looks at me.

  My instinct is to look away, but no, I’m not going to. I continue to stare.

  He winks and shoots me a cocky smile that says he knows exactly what I want. That says he knows he’s hot stuff.

  These sorts of men usually piss the shit out of me, but for some reason, that smile makes me even more attracted to Vince.

  Carrie smirks. “You like him?”

  “Yeah,” I admit.

  “I bet he’d be up for a threesome.”

  I jolt back.

  She laughs. “I’m sure he’s had quite a few of those over the years.”

  But I want Vince all to myself.

  He’s not the kind of guy I usually like, but I just want someone to show me a great night, and I bet he’s more than capable of that.

  He presses the redhead against his groin, and I almost gasp, imagining it’s me instead of her. She rocks her hips against him, and fuck, I can hear the growl in the back of his throat.

  “Marissa Chan,” Carrie murmurs. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

  I haven’t seen myself like this before, either.

  “Alright,” she says. “Let’s get you what you want.”

  Chapter 3

  Vince

  When Alexis goes to get another drink, the woman in the incredibly sexy black dress struts over to me, one hand on her hip, and it’s clear she’s a woman on a mission.

  I fucking love it.

  She’s petite, maybe five-two, and rather slight, but she has a huge presence. I’ve never seen her before—and I’m familiar with most of the people Brian invites to his parties.

  She grabs my lapels and tugs me up. Her raised eyebrows indicate a question, and I nod. She can do what she wants to me.

  She drags me into the corner, grabs my hand, and puts it on her ass. Oh, wow. And then she stands on her toes and kisses me.

  Who is this woman?

  I had my lips on another woman not a minute ago, but I’m not complaining. I live for shit like this.

  Her kiss is a scorcher, and I can’t say I’m surprised. Her strokes are quick, then deep and long. She’s mixing it up, keeping my head spinning. When I squeeze her ass and press her against my erection, she tears her lips from mine, breathing heavily.

  “You want that, baby?” I murmur.

  She nods.

  I still haven’t heard her voice, but fuck, she feels good. I inch up the hem of her dress.

  “Yeah?” I say.

  She nods again.

  I slide my finger over her panties. They’re soaked. I push them aside and shove a finger inside her.

  Yes. Wet and perfect.

  “Vince,” she gasps. Her voice is low and throaty and wonderful.

  “You know my name.” I smile.

  “Yeah. I know who you are, Vince Fong.”

  “Well, that puts me at a disadvantage. I have no idea who you are, even though I have my finger in your pussy.”

  Her pupils dilate. She loves this.

  I’m good at sex because I’m good at reading people. Also, I’ve had lots of practice.

  She starts grinding against my hand, but I don’t move, and she moans in frustration.

  “Tell me how to get you off,” I whisper, my mouth a hair’s breadth from her ear. “You want to ride my hand? You want my mouth? What’s it take?”

  “Your mouth. I want you on your knees.”

  Oh, hell.

  “Tell me what your name is first,” I say.

  “Marissa.”

  “You make a habit of kissing men before telling them your name?”

  She shakes her head and bites her lip. Just quickly—but it seems to be a nervous gesture. “I’ve never done this before.”

  My eyes widen. “You sure acted like you’d done this before.”

  “No, I just really want you.”

  Slowly, I slide my finger in and out of her, and she seems utterly entranced.

  Not gonna lie, it’s damn good for my ego when a woman responds to every little touch and wants me so badly.

  That’s why I’m a cocky bastard.

  “Vince...” she moans.

  I pretend to be a little blasé, not wanting her to know quite how much she affects me.

  I haven’t felt like this in a while.

  “Tell me about yourself,” I say. “What do you do for a living?”

  “I’m a mechanical engineer.”

  Yeah, this isn’t the kind of person who usually shows up at Brian’s parties.

  “What do you do in your free time?” My finger is still inside her, moisture dripping down my hand.

  “Vince,” she growls.

  It’s pretty sexy.

  “Favorite movie?” I inquire. “Favorite color? Favorite song? What was the last TV show you binged?”

  She gives me a look that says she’s totally unimpressed with me.

  I laugh.

  “Why does any of that matter?” she asks. “I can’t think straight enough to answer these goddamn questions when you’re touching me.”

  “I just have a feeling you’re one of those people who’s really fun to annoy. Seems like I’m right.” I kiss her before she can respond, and then I drop to my knees.

  Slowly, I slide her panties down her legs. They’re red and lacy.

  I put them in my pocket.

  Then I lift up her skirt, baring her to me—and the rest of the room. Her hair is dark and neatly trimmed. I slide my finger into her again and savor the sight. When I turn my gaze up to her face, she’s looking at me with a glazed expression.

  “You good?” I say quietly.

  “Yeah.”

  I glance behind me. Alexis has returned, and she’s now kissing Carrie Lo on the couch. Brian is standing at the doorway, staring at me and Marissa. He likes to watch, and he’s watched me with many women before.

  But all I care about is making Marissa feel good and seeing where this will take us. I use my thumbs to spread her open and give her one long, leisurely lick.

  Sweet fuck, she tastes amazing.

  I swirl my tongue over her clit and she gasps. When I look up, her eyes are shut and her head is tipped back, and I will do whatever it takes for her to continue making those noises.

  I lick all over her entrance, then slip my tongue inside her. I thrust my fingers in and out of her at a frantic pace, and her expression is almost one of pain—this is too much for her, she’s not used to all this pleasure. But at the same time, she’s holding my head against her crotch.

  Her body tenses as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, faster and faster. I can tell she’s close, so close, and either she wants me so much that she doesn’t care if other people can see...or that turns her on, too.

  I glance up as her channel clenches around my fingers, and a look of pure ecstasy is written on her face. It makes me so hard as she cries out and trembles.

  I pull her down to the ground with me. She’s gorgeously disheveled.

  And she’s giggling. “I can’t believe...I did that.”

  “You’re not drunk, are you?” It didn’t occur to me before, but now I’m a little worried. It’s harder to tell with someone I don’t know.

  “No, I’ve only had half a drink. I just feel really good right now. After that orgasm.”

  I drag her mouth to mine, needing to taste her, maybe needing her to taste herself on my lips, too. “You want to fuck?”

  She swallows.

  “We can go somewhere more private.” I wink. “I know this house well.”

  “Actually...”

  “Or we don’t have to do anything else. It’s cool.”

  She strokes my dick through my pants. Ohhh.

  “Let’s leave,” she says.

  “My place or yours? Or a hotel, if
you prefer.”

  She thinks this over as she straightens her dress. “Your place. We’ll get an Uber?”

  “Nah, I got a driver out there.”

  “Of course you do,” she murmurs. “Can I have my underwear back?”

  I pat my pocket. “Don’t see why you’ll need them tonight.”

  “Good point. And by the way, Everclear’s ‘I Will Buy You a New Life’ and The Great British Bake Off.” She gets up.

  I stay on the floor for another moment, my head spinning.

  Right. She just answered two of the inane questions I asked her.

  I wasn’t planning on leaving the party so early, but I think this is going to be a very, very good night.

  Chapter 4

  Marissa

  We make out in the backseat of the car.

  We make out as we’re waiting for the elevator.

  We make out in the elevator.

  Finally, we step into Vince’s place on the top floor, and he immediately shoves me against the door, unzips the side of my dress, and fills his hands with my breasts. When he leans back, he graces me with a devilish smile.

  Damn, he’s handsome.

  Danger! screams my brain.

  I date safe guys. Good guys. Ones who treat me well. I’ve never broken up with a guy because he was a piece of shit.

  But I’m not dating Vince, I remind my overactive brain. And even if he’s a playboy, he’s been good to me. Checking that I was onboard with what he was doing. Making sure I didn’t have too much to drink. And he was willing to leave the party, to somewhere I felt more comfortable.

  Yes, this is just what I need.

  He bends down to kiss me again. He’s at least six inches taller than me, but I’m pretty short, so I’m sure he’s no more than five-ten. Not so tall that he’s impossible to kiss while standing up. Perfect.

  He dips his head farther and wraps his lips around one of my breasts. Taking as much into his mouth as he can, swirling his tongue over my nipple. I arch against him, and then I untuck his shirt and slide my hands up his warm skin. Vince is lean, not hugely muscled, but there are certainly some hard muscles going on here. I scrape my fingernails over him, and my nipple pops out of his mouth as he groans.

  The way he responds to me—it gives me such a high.

  I unbuckle his belt and slide my hand into his boxer briefs. His cock is hard and rigid. It makes my inner muscles clench, and I’m very aware that I’m not wearing panties.

  “Marissa.”

  I love that he’s saying my name. I don’t feel like I’m interchangeable with all the women who have come before me—and I know there have been an awful lot of women.

  But he makes me feel like I’m the only one who matters.

  Danger! Danger!

  No, I’ll be fine. I know exactly what I’m getting myself into, and I know what this isn’t.

  He pushes up my dress until it’s a thick belt around my waist and slides two fingers inside me. It’s a damn good thing I’m against the door, because my knees feel weak.

  His lips curve in another of his devastating smiles, and then he’s kissing me again as he finger-fucks me and I jack him off.

  It’s not enough.

  I want.

  Want, want, want.

  I can’t have everything I desire in life, but for tonight, I can take this.

  “Please,” I say desperately.

  He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up. I’m so close to being impaled on his cock...

  “Condom.” Through the haze of lust, I still remember to use protection.

  “I was just getting to that.”

  He sets me down and pulls a condom out of his pocket. My red underwear falls out at the same time, but he leaves it on the floor. Once he’s sheathed himself, he lifts me up again. I breathe shallowly.

  I want. I want. I want.

  He brings me down on his cock, and I cry out as he fills me.

  He feels amazing.

  I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight. My bare back rubs against the door as he thrusts in and out, and it’s not exactly comfortable, though somehow it heightens the pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck,” I murmur.

  He grins, but then he shoves deep inside me, and that grin is wiped away and he looks...overcome.

  That was me. I did that to him.

  He kisses me as he shoves inside me over and over. The pleasure is so sharp and intense, I’m barely able to kiss him back, but I do my best as I cling to him, loving the slide of his lips over mine.

  When he slips one hand between us and touches my clit, however, I lose the ability to do anything other than moan.

  I spiral up and up. Yes, so close, just one more...

  He pumps into me and circles my clit, and I scream.

  He quickens his pace, finishing inside me a moment later. When he pulls out and sets me on my feet, I slump against the door.

  “You good?” he asks, placing his finger under my chin and tipping it up.

  “Yeah.” I laugh. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  He kisses me again, but this kiss is different from all the others. It’s missing the sharp desperation, though it’s still a kiss of desire.

  “Oh my God.” I pull away. “I didn’t even take off my boots! I’m sorry. I’m a terrible guest.” I get to work on unlacing them.

  “If you’d tried, I wouldn’t have let you. And you’re a lovely guest, don’t worry.”

  We take off our footwear, and then he carries me through the penthouse, into the bedroom. He sets me on the bed and flicks on the lights, then disposes of the dress that’s bunched around my waist. I remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt, revealing the fine chest that I’ve only touched before, not seen.

  His pants and boxer briefs are next, and now we’re naked together.

  We had sex first, and then we took off our clothes.

  I can’t help chuckling.

  “Why me?” he asks.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You walked over to me right after you saw me kissing another woman. Was it my reputation? You wanted to know what it would be like with Vince Fong?” He doesn’t sound bothered by this.

  “I thought you were handsome—even though I could only see the side of your face—and there was something about the way you were touching her... I wanted you to touch me the same way. I didn’t know who you were until Carrie told me, though.”

  All that matters is that tonight, he’s with me. If anything, his extensive sexual history kind of turns me on.

  I take his hand and press it to my bare shoulder. Even though I orgasmed not ten minutes ago, his touch sizzles.

  I still want.

  And I can’t help being impressed that he’s already getting hard again.

  His lips quirk up when he sees me looking at the erection bobbing between his legs, and then he slides down my body and sets his mouth to my clit.

  “Yes,” I say, keeping his head in place with my hand.

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “Before tonight, I hadn’t had sex in almost a year.”

  He looks utterly horrified.

  “So I’m looking for a lot of sex tonight.” Even I’m surprised by how insatiable I am. Yes, I’ve had a dry streak, but I feel like I could have sex all night long, like I’m twenty-one again.

  “Then you’ve come to the right man.”

  * * *

  It’s well after midnight, and I haven’t been awake this late in a long time, responsible thirty-six-year-old that I am.

  “You want a drink?” Vince asks. “I’ve got wine, beer, bourbon, whiskey...”

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  I’m very good, indeed. We’ve had several rounds of sex, and I’m finally sated.

  “I also have some special gummies,” he says.

  “No, there’s nothing I need.”

  My stomach, naturally, thinks this is a great opportunity to growl in protest. Not the sort of noise that pairs well with a hot one-nig
ht stand.

  “Sorry,” I say, embarrassed.

  “I can get you some food. There’s leftover pizza.”

  And that’s how Vince and I end up feeding each other cold pizza with pepperoni, mushrooms, and green pepper.

  I thought I was done with sex for the night, but pizza gives me the energy for one more round.

  * * *

  I stretch my arms above my head and look at the clock.

  It’s nine thirty in the morning. I just had a solid eight hours of sleep after the best sex of my life. I wiggle this way and that. I’m a little sore, but it’s delightful. I enjoy feeling like my body’s been used.

  Last night was just what I needed, after all the stress I’ve had lately.

  “Hey,” Vince says, sitting up. “You sleep well?”

  “Yeah.”

  He looks as gorgeous in the morning light as he did last night at the party, but his hair is mussed now and he’s not wearing a shirt. Actually, we’re both still naked, and I’m not complaining.

  I press myself against his side and glide my fingers over his pecs.

  “I know exactly what I want for breakfast,” I murmur.

  “Cold pizza again?” he asks with a smile. “Or cereal and milk?”

  “Mmm.” I slide down his body and wrap my hand around his hardening cock. “If you’re interested, that is.”

  “Oh, I’m definitely interested.”

  I lick up the underside of his cock, nice and slow.

  When I was younger, I never could have been this bold with a man I’d known for all of twelve hours. I never could have pulled off a line like, I know exactly what I want for breakfast. In fact, I never could have slept with Vince in the first place.

  But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become less self-conscious, better at grabbing what I want from life.

  As I take him in my mouth, need builds up inside me.

  I grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it on, and then I sink down on his cock and release an unsteady breath.

  Sex is different in the morning. There are no shadows to hide anything. Our pace is more languid. I ride him with deep, sensual strokes, palming my breasts; he can’t take his eyes off me.

  I adjust my angle to get some friction from my clit rubbing against him.

  Yes, that’s good.

  My orgasm takes me by surprise. One moment I’m starting to get close, and the next, I’m over the edge, practically sobbing in pleasure, and Vince flips us over.