Finders Keepers_An Enemies to Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Kara Chase

  “Oh, that’s exactly what I’m going to do, Viv.”

  Forcing me to turn around, he pushes me against the wall, my back turned to him. I place my hands against the wall at shoulder-height and jut my ass back, ready to have him inside me. I feel his hands go down the side of my body, over the curve of my ass cheeks, and then he just smacks me hard.

  I bite my lip as I feel the impact of his hand, but I don’t even have the time to moan or scream. Why? Because he doesn’t give me any time. He just pushes his body against mine, his cock angled down so that it fits perfectly against my pussy lips.

  One thrust and he’s in.

  I grit my teeth as I feel his inches slide inside of me, each thrust of his making me head spin. I thrust back at him, my movements syncing with his, and we surrender to pleasure’s fire. I’m not even sure if I’m silent, moaning, or screaming.

  All I know is that every single muscle in my body is tensing up, pleasure coursing through me fast.

  “I’m going to—” I start to say, but the words fade into a whisper as my pussy tightens up around Lucien’s cock, gripping it tight. A fraction of a second later and I’m coming hard, my whole body electrified by lust and ecstasy.

  “We’re not done yet,” Lucien whispers against my ear, and then he slides his cock out of my pussy and makes me turn around.

  Holding me by the ass, he lifts me off the floor. Reacting by instinct, I lace my legs around his waist and presses my forehead against his.

  “I like that,” I whisper back at him, grabbing his cock with one hand and guiding it back home. I feel him go back inside, and then I simply grin and brush my lips over his. “I love you, Lucien. And I always will. But you have to promise me one thing.”

  “Everything.”

  “You’ll have to fuck me like this every single day for the rest of my life.”

  “Yes. Yes, and yes.”

  Grinning like a madman, his hands still on my ass, he starts pistoning into me again. I throw my head back, my arms resting on his shoulders, and I guide my mouth to his. We kiss wildly, our tongues dancing fast with one another, and I feel both our bodies’ temperature rising fast.

  “I want...I need you to come for me, Lucien,” I gasp, already feeling on the verge of ecstasy once more. “I need it now.”

  He responds between thrusts.

  “You...know...I...can...never...say...no.”

  As he finishes speaking, he yanks on my hair and thrusts one final time, so hard that I see stars behind my eyes.

  “Fuck,” Lucien groans and, exactly at the same time, his cock twitches hard inside me.

  The very next second and I feel his warm seed spilling into me. We keep embraced for what seems like forever, his cock unleashing a never-ending river of cum inside my pussy. By the time we let go of each other, my knees are still trembling.

  “You’re amazing, Viv. You’re the one.”

  “If I’m the one, so are you.”

  “We are one then.”

  “One.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Lucien

  Bang.

  What the—?

  Bang, bang.

  Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?

  BANG, BANG, BANG!

  I sit up straight on top of the bed, and I have to blink more than three times to realize where I am.

  Vivian’s bedroom.

  Or should I say one of our bedrooms?

  BANG, BANG, BANG!

  Jesus fuck. And there’s someone knocking at the penthouse’s door.

  I rub my forehead, pinching the bridge of my nose as I try to think of who it could possibly be. It comes to me in an instant. After fucking in every single room of the penthouse, Vivian and I decided to give the Caswell & Barnes duo a call.

  I guess I was so fucking exhausted—marathon sex ain’t fucking easy—that I must’ve fallen asleep and completely forgot that the realtors had agreed to come and meet us.

  “Hey, Viv, they’re here,” I whisper, reaching for her.

  She’s laying next to me, the bedsheet up to her waist, and I feel my cock twitch as my gaze goes over her naked breasts. For a moment, I consider forgetting all about the realtors and simply carry on with what Vivian and I were doing last night.

  Yet, as tempting as that sounds—and let me assure you, it really is fucking tempting—I wanna take care of this shit with the penthouse as soon as I can.

  By now you’re probably thinking that I’m just going to take care of some bullshit formalities and let the realtors know that Vivian and I are going to get married. If so, you’re close...but there’s more to it. There’s always more to the story whenever Lucien fucking Parker is involved.

  Go big, or go home. Am I right?

  “Already?” Vivian asks me, lazily opening her eyes. “They were fast.”

  “Not really, Viv,” I laugh as I get inside my pants and button up my shirt. “It’s morning already.”

  With that, I pull the curtains back and let the sunshine tumble inside the room. I smile as I see the surprised look on her face.

  “Jesus. We were really out.”

  “You shouldn’t be surprised. What we did last night required a lot of stamina.”

  “Well, I feel rested,” she laughs back, biting on the corner of her lower lip.

  Ah, Jesus fuck. I have to force myself to look away from her or else I’ll forget all about the dynamic duo waiting at our door.

  As if on cue, they resume their knocking.

  BANG! BANG! BANG!

  “Fucking chill out, alright?” I shout as I make my way out of the bedroom. “I’m on my fucking way.”

  At last, the fucking knocking stops.

  By the time I get to the front door, I’m already looking like a new man— buttoned up shirt tucked in, and I’m wide awake. Sure, I probably still have the kind of messy hair that says I just spent the whole night fucking, but who cares? It’s not as if that’s something I should be fucking embarrassed about.

  In fact, it’s just the opposite.

  “Good morning, guys,” I greet them as I open the door, stepping to the side to let them in.

  Jonie Caswell and Jonathan Barnes: the most kickass real estate agents in the whole fucking city. Which, in a way, kinda leaves me baffled.

  How the fuck did these two manage to screw up this penthouse deal? Not that I’m complaining: it’s because of that screw up that I met Vivian.

  “Good morning, Mr. Parker,” Jonie says chipperly, one hand tucked in her pocket as she steps inside the penthouse.

  “G’morning indeed,” Jonathan repeats. “Congratulations are in order, I assume? Vivian Sweet has taken Lucien Parker out of the market. I’m sure hundreds of women will be tearing their hair out once the world hears about it.”

  “Let them,” Vivian says from the hallway.

  She’s wearing one my shirts and some sweatpants, and her hair definitely tells an interesting story about how we spent the night. And, judging by the jealous look on these two guys faces, I’m guessing that they already have figured out that story.

  “Alright, let’s get this shit done,” I start, eager to start inking some fucking documents. “And this time, don’t fuck it up, guys.”

  At that, Jonie just looks at Jonathan and starts laughing. I stand there, just looking at these two as they keep on laughing like two fucking idiots.

  “We don’t fuck up, Mr. Parker. Ever.”

  “Then how the fuck did—”

  “It was a setup,” Jonathan chirps in, cutting me short. “We arranged for the two of you to buy the apartment.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “Yeah, we want some answers. Right fucking now.” Vivian joins me by my side, both hands on her hips as she looks at the two realtors like a fucking tiger ready to tear its prey into shreds.

  Fuck me, her game face is a scary one.

  “Okay, okay, calm down,” Jonie starts, raising both her hands in the hair and taking a step back. “We were asked to do it.”
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  “By whom?”

  “Derek Tate and Natalie Dixon,” Jonie says, looking from Vivian to me. “Although they didn’t know who they were setting you up with at the time.”

  I blink twice, trying to put the pieces together. Derek? Derek, my fucking buddy Derek who sponsored me for this place?

  I can’t even begin to imagine why he’d do something like this. He’s one of my best friends, so why the hell would he try to fucking ruin a deal for me?

  “Un-fucking-believable,” Vivian sighs.

  “What? Someone please explain this whole thing, because I just don’t fucking get it.”

  “Can’t you see it, Lucien? Natalie one of my best friends, if you remember her. It’s obvious what happened in here.”

  “That’s right,” Jonie says to me. “Derek wanted to sponsor you and when we submitted you profile to the building we got Vivian’s from Natalie. We took one look, thought it might be a match, showed the files to Mr. Tate and to Miss Dixon and they both thought this would be a great match. So they both went ahead and filled in their sponsorship applications for the building and told you everything was okay.”

  Jonathan jumps in, “They didn’t know each other then, but maybe this will be a good thing for them to get to know each other too.”

  “Both of them thought they were setting up a friend and you two would hit it off,” Jonie says. “Not uhh…go to war.”

  “I guess they must know us better than we do,” Vivian says, going on her tiptoes and laying a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I still can’t believe they decided to risk a multimillion-dollar penthouse just for the two of us to meet but, what the hell, it worked out.”

  “As you can see,” Jonie starts again, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, “we don’t screw up.”

  “Yeah, okay...just don’t fucking do it again. We’re set for life now,” I laugh. “Now, about that other matter…”

  “Yes, yes. Mr. Snodgrass’ apartment. We looked into it, and turns out there was a major hotel franchise financing the deed he had on his penthouse. But they pulled out. Now Mr. Snodgrass is looking for a buyer. And he has to sell fast. Really fast.”

  “Lucky for him, we’re looking to expand, huh?”

  “Very lucky indeed,” Jonathan agrees, a fucking huge grin on his face. The asshole is gonna get a cut from the contract, so no wonder he’s happy about it. Still, he earned it. The guy managed to figure out that tidbit about Edwin and his penthouse, and now I’m gonna fucking buy it.

  Surprise, surprise, Vivian and I are going to own the two Trident penthouses, and we’re going to combine them into one. It’s almost like as if we own a fucking mansion atop the most expensive building in New York.

  Man, life’s good.

  “Alright, I’m usually not in a good mood this early in the morning,” I say as I head to the kitchen.

  I go straight for the chilled wine cabinet and get a bottle of champagne from the inside.

  “But you guys woke me up with some fucking good news, so let me just go right ahead and say it: you guys have earned an invitation to our marriage.”

  With that, I pop the cork out and bathe everyone in champagne, the smiles on their faces worth all the fucking alcohol I’m wasting.

  Who cares, right?

  It’s a fucking celebration!

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Vivian

  Eggs and bacon.

  That’s what I’m smelling right now.

  Lazily, I swing my legs off the bed and feel the warm wooden floor under my bare feet. I get up, as naked as the day I was born, and grab the satin robe that lays discarded at the end of the mattress.

  For a moment, I remember last night—Lucien’s naked body, his hands roaming over my skin, our tight embrace. Sweat, moans, and more pleasure than any human should be allowed to feel. Just another night for the two of us.

  I don’t know how it’s possible, but we remain as attracted to each other as we’ve ever been.

  Dragging myself out of the bedroom, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. It takes a while. Our new remodeled penthouse is so huge that I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said you could lose yourself inside of it.

  That’s what you get when you tear some walls down and combine two of the biggest and most luxurious penthouses in Manhattan.

  “Smells good,” I tell Lucien as I stroll inside the kitchen.

  Leaning against the marble counter, I just watch him take charge in the kitchen. Sure, he might just be scrambling some eggs and frying bacon, but everything’s sexy when it comes to your man, right?

  “Hungry?” he asks me, looking back at me over his shoulder with that charmingly smile on his lips.

  He’s barefoot, wearing nothing but some loose sweat pants. I can’t help but simply stand there and look at my man. I always thought I deserved the best the world had to offer.

  But when it comes to Lucien...let’s just say I can’t help but think I lucked out somewhere down the road.

  I mean, girl, just look at him! Abs you could lick for hours, broad shoulders and strong arms. Not to mention those lips, perfectly designed to be kissed.

  And, of course, he also has that impressive something between his legs.

  But don’t think I’m so vain I only care about his body. No, in fact, as perfect as his body is, who he is on the inside is what draws me to him. It might be a cliché, sure, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

  I didn’t marry a statue, after all. I married a man that makes me feel like the most important woman in the world.

  Oh, right, I didn’t tell you about the marriage, did I?

  No wonder, I’ve been so busy this past year that I even forgot to touch base with you. Sorry about that. No hard feelings, I hope?

  See, between planning a wedding so massive that it put to shame whatever the Brits do on the other side of the ocean, overseeing the remodeling of the penthouse, and juggling my career, I really haven’t had the time for much else.

  Still, as busy as I am, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

  As silly as it may sound, every day I spend next to Lucien makes me happier than the day before. I used to think fairy tales were too good to be true, but now I’m living something that’s definitely far better than a fairy-tale. So yeah, when I say I think I lucked out, I mean it.

  “Of course I’m hungry,” I finally reply, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his torso. “After last night, who wouldn’t be?”

  “You got a point there,” he laughs, taking the pans off the oven and carefully laying them out on the counter.

  He has already placed a few pieces of french toast on a plate and a bowl brimming with strawberries. My stomach roils as I look at all the food, but then I forget all about how hungry I am when Lucien places his hands on my hips and pulls me in. He looks into my eyes, smiles, and then lays his lips on mine.

  “I love you, Viv,” he tells me. It feels as if it’s the first time he’s saying it. Even one year after we both met each other, everything with him still feels like the first time. My heart stills skips a beat every time I see his smile, and those butterflies inside my stomach have never gone away.

  And I don’t think they ever will.

  “And I love you,” I whisper back at him, running my tongue over my lips. Never looking away from him, I take a deep breath and purse my lips.

  “Something wrong, babe?”

  “No, I just...I have something I need to tell you.”

  Yeah, besides everything I’ve just told you about, there’s one thing you don’t know. I only found out about it yesterday—although I already had a few suspicions—but I never shared it with anyone.

  Until now.

  “What is it, Viv?”

  “Lucien,” I start, my heart now beating so fast I can barely think straight, “how would you like to become a father?”

  He looks at me for what seems like an eternity, then his jaw hangs open.

  “Holy shit. Are you serious? Please te
ll me this isn’t a joke.”

  “Not a joke.”

  Without a word, he goes down on one knee in front of me, his hands still on my hips. Then, he slides his right hand over my belly, his fingers carefully brushing over the fabric of my robe, and he smiles.

  “I’m going to be a father,” he whispers, almost as if he’s trying to see if the words match what’s happening. “A father. Me.”

  “And I’m going to be a mother.” I run my fingers through his hair, my smile as large as his. “Our family is about to grow.”

  “I thought I was the happiest man alive,” he says, slowly going up to his feet. “But knowing this has made me even more happy.”

  “And to know that you feel like that makes me so happy, Lucien.”

  “I love you, Viv. With my everything.”

  “Makes two of us.”

  “Three of us,” he corrects me, and then we just smile and kiss.

  This is happiness.

  Epilogue

  Lucien

  Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?

  Fucking right it does.

  It’s been more than a year since Vivian last spoke to you, hasn’t it? Yeah, I think last time you were with us Vivian was just telling me all about how our family was going to grow.

  Being a father has been the best fucking adventure of my entire life, no doubt about it.

  Sure, our little Andrew is only a three-month-old now, but I couldn’t be any more fucking excited about the fact that I’m a father. Why shouldn’t I be, anyway?

  Our little kid is going to crush it. After all, just look at the fucking genes the kid has. Vivian and I combined into one? Yeah, that kid has just won the genetic lottery.

  I bet you thought being a father would soften me up, didn’t you? Maybe you thought I’d tone it down and start chilling for a change, huh? Well, I did soften up, but I only become softer when I’m at home with Vivian and lil’ Andrew.