“Owen,” I breathed out, my eyes raking over his sexy body. I would never stop being amazed with the perfect shape of his body. Every muscle was chiseled to perfection, making me ache for him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said and pushed me to the wall, raising my arms above my head. He kept them there with one hand as he covered my breast and rubbed my nipple in circles.
He kissed me fervently, grinding his hard cock against me, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Please,” I begged, already completely aroused.
“Please, what?”
He lowered his hand slowly over my waist, creating flutters in the pit of my stomach. He stopped right above my pussy, and I grunted, needing him to touch me down there.
“I need you. I need you to touch me and fuck me. Please.”
He smirked. “Good girl.”
I shuddered when his fingers connected with my mound, traveling over my clitoris and vulva on their way to my pulsating hole. He probed my entrance and pushed inside, and I contracted around him, welcoming his much-needed thrust.
“Yes,” I cried out and grabbed his shoulders.
His fingers felt perfect inside, especially when he rolled them, pushing against my tight walls, and I dug my fingers into his skin. The pleasure was leaving me breathless. My heart was hammering against my rib cage, its tempo speeding up along with Owen’s movements in me, and I bit into his shoulder under the incoming orgasm...
“Yes!”
I fell apart in thousand pieces, barely able to stand on my feet, and I clung to him so I wouldn’t fall. His arms wrapped around my thighs and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he pressed me against the wall, taking me right in the shower.
“So good,” he said through clenched teeth when he shoved his dick deep into me, stopping for a few moments to relish in the feeling of my pussy against his member. “I would never grow tired of fucking you. Every single day. In every single position.”
His lips connected with mine the second he started moving in me. He was ramming me fast, his mouth drinking my screams.
“Please, Owen... Fuck me harder!”
He raised his eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you harder, baby?”
“Yes!”
“Then get ready to be fucked brutally.” He lowered me down and turned me around. “Brace yourself against the wall.” I pressed my hands against the slippery wall. “Even lower.” He moved my hands down, bending me further, and my ass got arched high in the air. His hand caressed my ass cheeks with adoration as his cock got inside my pussy once more.
Another scream tore out of my throat when he started pounding into me immediately, a wild tempo shattering my whole world, and it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. He was relentless, fucking me like never before, and my throat became sore from all screaming. I could barely support myself since my shaky hands slid down the wall constantly and my knees felt like they were going to give out any moment.
He was like a wild animal, driven by raw desire and need, and it went on and on... The most intense orgasmic pleasure erupted in each part of my body, and it was unbearable, crushing me from the inside out. I didn’t even remember how I ended on the floor—on my back as he separated my legs and pushed back inside of me again, continuing the merciless rhythm that was draining every ounce of energy out of me.
“So beautiful. I love you, Sydney. You’re only mine.” He thrust one last time and stilled, groaning when his hot sperm filled me in several spurts. “Sydney!”
His body came on top of mine, and I barely had any strength left to wrap my arms around him and hold him flush against me. We were both breathing heavily, our hearts beating like crazy until the pleasure subdued.
“This was the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured into his skin, tracing my fingers idly over his back.
He brought himself to his elbows and looked at me, adoration filling his eyes as he smiled. “And it’s only the beginning. It will be way better.”
“Better than this?” I asked incredulously.
His smirk was cocky, and his eyes reflected his smugness. “You think this is all I’ve got? You better prepare yourself, baby, because now that I have you, nothing will stop me from loving every inch of you...” His lips traced my neck. “Many times...” They lowered to my breasts. “Each day...” He took my nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan out of me, and I was hot all over again. “For the rest of our lives.”
“Owen!” I arched my back when he lowered even further, pressing his lips against my most sensitive part.
His eyes were devouring me. “Starting from now.”
Epilogue
Sydney
“How do I look?” I asked Declan.
“Fabulous, Syd. You know, I’ve never seen you so happy.” Which wasn’t true. He’d been seeing me this happy all year, and even happier when I was with Owen.
“Focus, Declan! Are you sure?” I spun around, looking in the mirror.
“I’m sure! Come on already, it’s time!”
I took a deep breath, and then took his elbow. My brother led me out of the small room and down the hall, to tall white doors. I could hear Mendelssohn playing on the other side of them.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
The doors opened, and Declan led me down the aisle, as all the guests watched us with huge smiles on their faces. Julia was there as the maid of honor, winking at me and giving me thumbs up. Everybody held their breath. I saw Owen at the altar, in a tux and a sexy stubble, a red flower on his lapel.
I couldn’t hold back the tears, and even saw Owen’s eyes get wet, but when the time came, we both said I do. The guests applauded, and we kissed like it was our first time, with love and passion than I thought possible. Julia didn’t catch the bouquet, but she met a nice guy at the bar after the ceremony, and that seemed to be good enough.
We had been living together for the past year, at Owen’s apartment in River North, which was now our apartment. He had distanced himself from his business, effectively retiring, and we had spent the past year traveling all over the world, doing all sorts of crazy stuff, from base-jumping to whitewater rafting. There was nothing in the world we couldn’t do when we were together.
We had fought off Declan’s cancer, and he had been in remission for nine months now. He had found a job and promised to return Owen the money he had spent, but we didn’t hold him to it. The important thing was that Declan and Owen had become good friends. There was a lot Declan could learn from Owen, both in business and in life. At first, I didn’t approve – the last thing I wanted was for my brother to get into some sketchy business with the likes of Lawson, but they both promised me that his work would be legit. Now that the sickness was no longer bothering him, Declan had adopted a more positive outlook on life. He had become ambitious and outgoing. He had started practicing yoga and meditation, learning to be at peace with himself.
For our honeymoon, we went to the island, naturally. It was fun to relive the memories of our first trip there – spontaneous and magical. We took the boat out, making love on the deck, and not only on the deck. We hiked and surfed, and at some point, Owen even wanted to teach me to fly the plane, but the pilot advised against it. I agreed.
We had truly started our life together. It was odd to think of the times when we’d not been together. It was as if that had happened to someone else. The more I got to know my husband, the more I loved and admired him, and the feeling was mutual.
I was lucky.
We were lucky.
A month after our honeymoon, we learned that Declan’s cancer had gone away for good. There was no trace of it left. He looked healthy and happy, finally. I even stopped joking about his gaining weight.
One evening, when we were cooking dinner, I said, “You know, had you asked me a year ago if this is where I saw myself, I would’ve laughed in your face!”
Owen smirked. “Tell me about it. I’d have told you I saw myse
lf spending weekends at the Chicago Buyer’s Club!”
We always had a good laugh when someone mentioned the club.
“Whatever happened to it, by the way?”
“Oh you know,” Owen said, “it always seems to be there. Waiting to make its next match.”
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Doctor’s Fake Proposal
A Bad Boy Fake Marriage Doctor Romance
By Nicole Elliot
One
Cole
“I can't believe you did it again,” my uncle said, his hands trembling from all of his pent-up rage. He was pacing again, I fucking hated when he paced. Reminded me of my father, all those years ago.
“It wasn't that big of a deal.”
He turned on me, I could see the veins pulsing in his temple. “It wasn't that big of a deal? Are you kidding me? You stole a boat! Not just any boat but the prized yacht of one of our biggest investors! And then you spent a night in jail when you got caught. Have you learned anything? Have I taught you anything? I have failed your parents Cole. I failed them! And there's nothing that I can do to stop you this downward spiral of yours.”
I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t a downward spiral, don’t you treat me like I'm one of those Hollywood harlots on some drug addiction. I don't need to go to rehab.”
“Are you sure? Because I'm not anymore. I should've left you in jail this time. See how you liked it.”
“Fine leave me there. And no, I don't need fucking rehab. I don't do drugs.” Okay so that wasn't completely true, but a few recreational activities here or there didn’t make me an addict. I wasn't about to explain that to him, especially when he was in this state. There was no hope in him. And there was no stopping the amount of complaints running straight at me.
“What does that girl of yours say about all this? Was she with you last night?”
Girl? Shit. That's right. At the last family dinner, something my uncle insists that we do every other week, I had lied and told him that I had gotten serious with a girl that I met in college. Totally bought into all the second chance shit. That we dated way back then and now we had rekindled our relationship. I have no idea how he bought that. It was the only way for me to get him to shut up about the fact that I refuse to settle down. And now here it was, biting me in the ass. Why did my lies always catch up with me?
“No, she wasn't there. She doesn’t know anything about this.” Wasn’t that the truth, because didn’t fucking exist.
“How doesn’t she know anything about this? Didn't you call her?”
“No. You are my one phone call, so in prison that's a real thing. It wasn’t like I was playing Candy Crush on my phone while I was sitting there waiting for six hours for you to come pick me up.”
I watched as a small smile crossed his face. Of course, he had made me wait, that bastard. And there I was sitting in the drunk tank with some guy who was singing 80s ballads like it was his job. Not exactly my idea of a good Friday night. Sure the first half of been fun. I walked down to the dock with a bottle of Petron and I got myself drunk. And then I decided to drive a boat, one where I knew where the keys were. So what if he was an investor? I'm sure that he had done things in his youth that he could see that I needed a release, a moment away from it all.
Hell, didn't I need a release.
I hadn’t fucked a girl for at least two weeks, I think that was a new record for me. It was time to move on, Sasha, my real ex-girlfriend had come to me because she didn't think our relationship was “going anywhere”. I don't know what kind of bullshit that was but I was over her real fast. Except I hadn’t gotten a pussy since. So instead I stole a yacht. It wasn't like I even really stole it. I knew the keys were, I only took a few miles out from the dock, and it wasn't like I could get anywhere anyway without a crew.
Word of advice don't ride around on a 64-foot Catamaran by yourself. Everybody got their panties all up in a bunch about it, and the freaking Maritime police had to go and put me in the slammer for the night. I never did find out why rock ballad dude was in there, I'm guessing because the singing was that horrible.
“I've had enough of this Cole, your antics, your lawlessness.”
“What is this the Wild West? I made one mistake!”
He raised an eyebrow at me and I watched as his arms crossed his chest. He was in the navy suit, like always. Navy suit, red tie. My father always wore navy suits and robin's egg blue tie.
And then there was me, I hated suits. It was one of the reasons I joined the Army. So I could get away from all of this, from the life that they wanted to build for me. I guess that's what happens when you're sixteen and your parents die in a helicopter crash. Find ways to move on. People to move on with.
“You act like it is! Listen this is the last chance I'm giving you. While you use some of that military background you invested so much time into. You gave them ten years Cole, why don’t you utilize some of your skills?”
“What the hell does that mean? Is there somebody that you need shot?”
Truth was, I was a good shot. But that wasn't what I was trained for.
“No. I have a better idea. You use your medic skills. Aren’t you a doctor?”
I sighed heavily. “You know that I am. I finished med school as part of my training. Why?”
“Because that's what you're going to do. You have one month, one month that you will completely dedicate yourself to the children's hospital downtown. For free, and you have one month to get that girlfriend of yours to agree to marry you. If you don't, I’m cutting you off.”
My mouth dropped open. Could he even do that? All that money was willed to me in my parents’ estate. Sure I had been spending a little bit since getting out of the service, but it wasn't his to take away. “What are you talking about?”
“I'm going to put it in a trust. All of the money that was willed to you is shares within this pharmaceutical company. It was one of the reasons that your parents wanted you to become a doctor. At least that part of what they wished for you came true, even if you went about it in different means than they were planning.” He was referring to the fact that I didn't end up at some Ivy League school. Again, they died, I needed a new family. The military provided me that.
“So you want me to donate my medical knowledge? That doesn't just happen. I'm not just going to get some random free job for a month at the Children's Hospital.”
“Sure you are. I'm on the board, I can get you any job I want to. Maybe I should have you start as a nurse, clean bedpans for your indiscretions?”
My blood was boiling underneath my skin. How dare he do this to me? “And my girlfriend? You think I can just make this happen out of thin air?”
“According to you at our last dinner, it's quite serious. She may actually like it if you propose, show her and me that you’re ready to settle down and start acting like an adult.”
Fuck. Not only did I just get assigned the job that I would never want, but now I had to find a girlfriend, hell a fiancé. And as I sat in that gray office as the rain slid down the window outside I looked over the city and thought how the hell was I going to make it through the next thirty days?
Two
Addison
I curled my hair around my index finger just as I did every time I was nervous. It wasn't something I noticed in myself, but my sister, Elizabeth, always noticed and pointed it out.
“What's wrong?”
“Wh
at do you mean? Nothing is wrong.”
“Well, you're sweating for one. Two you've got the curlyhaired thing going on, and three you are pounding on that keyboard so loud that I'm sure neighbors upstairs can hear you. So again, what's wrong?”
Stupid big sisters, they always called you out on your shit. “Fine, you know the new security system for the law firm? I want to make sure that our client's files are as secure as possible. I mean without that why would they come to us? You know that discretion is our biggest attribute of the company. But I keep getting denied access to some of my codes. It doesn’t make any sense because I built the system, I have access to everything! I just don't understand why I'm getting locked out.”
Elizabeth stood from the kitchen table and walked around behind me staring at the screen. Sure indiscretion was big of a law firm, but when you and your sister are both coders, you help each other out.
“What about this line here?” She pointed at the screen. The line of code that she was referring to I hadn't written. “I've no idea. I didn’t put that in there.”
She made a face and took the three tiny steps that she needed to take to be into the kitchen of our small apartment.
“You made a face. Why did you make a face?”
She shrugged as she poked her head into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of wine. “I mean it's probably nothing.”
“What is nothing, Elizabeth?”
“Well the last time I had one of my codes changed, it meant that I was getting the boot. Somebody was double checking my work and they didn't like what they saw. I'm really sorry Addison. But I think you're getting fired.”
My mouth dropped open. I couldn't get fired. We were barely affording this apartment with the two of our incomes combined. Manhattan was expensive as hell. If I got fired, I don't know what we would do. I don't know how we would make it.
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