The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  So I let myself into the back and proceeded down a deserted hallway. Okay, it wasn’t exactly fancy down here but that’s not the point. The basement is a place where supplies are kept, equipment stored, that kind of thing. Maintenance comes by once in a while to make sure everything’s in working order but for the most part, no one’s down here.

  And everything looked kosher. The hallways were narrow, lit with fluorescent lights, the floors a shiny vinyl. I could hear the hum of the boiler, the bellows of the heating/cooling system, and the crank of the elevator as it was called up to a floor above.

  But I was surprised to find a door open with a lamp on inside, casting a wedge of light onto the polished walkway. What the hell? Who was here this early?

  With a nudge, I opened the door and peered in. There wasn’t much, just a desk, a chair, and a file cabinet, a couple papers strewn here and there, a stapler and paper weight lying carelessly on the desk. The computer was on though, humming away and I took a look at the monitor. Hmm, the screen was locked. That was in accordance with company policy, we tell employees not to leave their work stations unattended because you never know who’s going to come by and see privileged materials. Even if in this case, it was me.

  I retreated, continuing with long strides down the hallway. I’d have to get Jones to look into who was in the solitary office but it was probably just the super running some figures, calculating the cost of cleaning supplies or rejiggering the maintenance schedule. No worries.

  But then I heard it. A low hum, and then a sigh. What the heck? I glanced at my watch. Yep, 6:45 a.m., far before most people got into work. I strained my ears and the noises came again. This time there was a breathy gasp and then a slight whine, ending in another deep sigh. These were definitely not the sounds of a workplace environment. In fact, I’d have to say that someone was getting it on down here, before the day got started, before anyone would notice.

  And so following the sounds, I came to a halt before the women’s restroom. Pushing the swinging door open gently, I glanced inside. Was there a couple making out in one of the stalls? Maybe getting down right against the wall?

  But instead, the most beautiful girl came into view. Curvy, luscious, with brown hair hanging down her back, she had her skirt hiked up and panties pulled down and was touching herself, moaning and gasping with pleasure.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Nick

  I watched amazed at the scene before me. After all it’s not every day that you get to work, doing your rounds as usual only to find a beautiful girl pleasuring herself in the public restroom. Careful not to make a sound, I continued staring at the show before me, my dick growing rock hard.

  Because the girl was luscious, curvy in all the right spots, totally wanton and completely into it. She’d pulled her blouse apart baring two beautiful, perfectly-shaped DD tits and was playing with them at the moment, rolling her nipples between her fingers, squeezing and pulling at those hard nubs.

  “Oh!” she sighed, throwing her head back, eyes closed. “Oh god!”

  And I watched entranced as her jugs bounced up and down, the soft white flesh pendulous and creamy, mashed between her hands as she squeezed herself. With a sly smile, the brunette brought one up to her mouth, licking the nipple lasciviously before bringing the other one up as well, sucking lightly before stuffing both tips into her mouth while moaning deep in her throat.

  And a deep growl escaped me then, a throaty rasp. Because I love big boobs, I’m a breast man and seeing these luscious curves on display, squeezed, caressed, licked and sucked made my cock pop out to full mast, a stiff tent in my crotch.

  But the girl didn’t notice, she was too caught up in her fun. Leaving her breasts for a moment, she pulled up her skirt, struggling to get it over thick thighs. And my mouth hung open at the sight of those legs because they were heavy, meaty, like ham hocks you can bite into deep, get a good mouthful of juicy flesh. She jiggled this way and that, struggling with the fabric, only to finally have it pop, sending a button flying. But the girl just wiggled her ass temptingly and scrunched the material around her waist before slyly dipping her fingers between her legs.

  Moaning, she lightly rubbed herself through her panties, the lacy pink fabric dark with her fluids.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “Mmm.”

  And I almost creamed at the beguiling sight. Because her panties were tight up against that cunt, the soaking material coating her lips making the outline of her labia visible. And as I watched, the girl gushed even more, her crotch positively dripping now, drenched with nectar.

  But the girl wanted to take her time playing. Instead of going straight for her clit and rubbing one out, she pulled the fabric of her underwear taut so that it was a string bisecting her pussy libs, right up against her clit. And slowly, she pulled the material back and forth, rubbing that little bud with the wet fabric, rocking her hips slightly, enjoying the friction on her sensitive spot.

  “Ummm,” she hummed, eyes still closed. “Ummm.”

  But the brunette needed more than just a panty rub. Slowly my little vixen peeled off her underwear with delicate fingers, daintily stepping out of the soaked lace before dropping the cloth on the countertop. Oh god, what I wouldn’t give to have those panties on a lonely night, smelling them, sniffing them, flicking my tongue against the crotch.

  But the girl wasn’t wasting any time. With her panties down, she lightly traced a finger over her labia, caressing those puffy lips, stroking her sensitive flesh. Her finger grazed her clit and the brunette moaned, the sensation shooting quivers straight to her fingertips and toes, making her wobble in the stiletto heels. And slowly, oh so slowly, she pulled her vagina lips apart to gaze at herself in the mirror. Oh god, oh god. I could see everything from my position at the door, everything was reflected in the big mirror, her pink channel steaming, the pulsing swollen flesh glazed and beautiful, her hole so tempting and small contrasted with her big clit, aroused and poking out stiffly.

  And giggling slightly to herself, the brunette began playing with her nub. I watched as she rubbed gently with her finger at first, moving up and down, just slight caresses before rotating her wrist and beginning a circular motion. The pressure increased, her moans becoming louder as her finger went faster and faster. And I watched like a hungry dog as her other hand dipped lower, fingering her hole as she kept up the clit massage.

  Suddenly she slipped her index in, just up to her first knuckle. The penetration must have been amazing because she cried out loudly, her breasts flushed, tossing her hair back as orgasm overcame the brunette. Her curls shook, shoulders heaving as electric shocks ran straight from her cunt all over her body even as her hands kept pleasuring herself, moving furiously at her crotch, the cream running wetly down her thigh, a long trail descending to a shapely calf.

  And as the brunette calmed, her breathing becoming even again, her breasts rising heavily up and down in the mirror, I decided to make my move. Not losing a beat, I stepped fully into the restroom then, my big form dark, ominous in my suit, my expression bland despite the hard-on that was clearly visible.

  “Care to do that again, little girl?” I asked. “Because it’s an order … from the boss.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Tammy

  I shrieked when a deep voice interrupted my self-play. Oh my god, what was going on? My eyes popped open to see an enormous man, his face in shadows, standing not ten feet away from me in the women’s bathroom.

  I screamed again, hastily pulling my skirt down, my fumbling fingers buttoning up my shirt. But it’s not so easy to get dressed when an intruder’s in the room and to my mortification, I tipped over, wobbly and off-balance in my high heels to land with an oomph on the bathroom floor. The air shot out of me with a gasp, I was like a fish gasping on the cold tile, breathless and stunned.

  The big man just laughed and strode over.

  “Need a hand baby girl?” he asked, bending over to offer me a big, square grip. I got a good look at him then. He wa
s gorgeous, tall with black hair and gleaming blue eyes. Everything about him screamed money from the perfectly cut hair to the thousand dollar suit. Even his shoes were perfect, leather wing-tips that positively glowed in the low light of the bathroom.

  But I was too proud to take the hand that was offered. Despite the fact that I was a mess of jiggly curves and sprawling limbs, I managed to scramble into a seated position, pushing my unruly brown hair out of my face, still gasping and red-faced. I shot him a defensive look.

  “You’re in the women’s restroom you know,” I said icily.

  The man just threw back his head and laughed, showing off a strong jaw and a perfect, Crest-white smile.

  “I know,” he rumbled with a grin, “but ask me if it bothers me. Ask if it bothers me at all,” he said softly, looking at me closely.

  And I scrambled to my feet then. Damn, why hadn’t I worn something nicer today? My clothes, although clean, were a little threadbare and the damned skirt was super tight. I paused with trembling fingers to button my blue blouse trying to look as dignified as possible despite what had just happened.

  “I wasn’t aware that strange men felt comfortable in the women’s restroom,” I continued, doing my best to look haughty. With self-conscious hands, I raked my fingers through my curls, brushing the locks behind my ears with soft strokes. The man stared at me, his eyes eating up every move like he was a lion stalking its prey.

  “I’m not strange man,” he said casually, his voice as soft as silk. “See? I have an ID badge, just like you.”

  And my heart dropped as he proffered a plastic ID card from his pocket. Oh shit, it was true. I caught a glimpse of his face and the company logo. It wasn’t fair. Even in his ID photo he was jaw-droppingly handsome, the planes of his face chiseled and cut, the blue eyes piercing.

  So I took a deep breath.

  “Well, can I ask what you’re doing in the basement?” I said pointedly. “I work on this floor, I’ve been here two months now and I’ve never seen you before.”

  The man just cocked his head at me.

  “How interesting because I was thinking of transferring to this level,” he said casually. “For the right reasons of course,” he added meaningfully.

  The right reasons? What did that mean? My face flamed but I wanted to get this conversation over with as soon as possible.

  “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do,” I said busily. “Chained to the desk, the corporate rat race and all that.”

  And the big man just quirked an eyebrow at me.

  “Is that so? Chained to the desk?” he drawled. “Maybe I better go and see what you’ve been up to. But not before you tell me how often you’re in here playing your … ah, games,” he said with a sly smile.

  If I was pink before then I was a fire engine red now. My face felt like it was steaming, my cheeks almost melting from the humiliation, my heart inside dying from shame. But I tried to act casual, blow off his question.

  “Oh that was nothing,” I said carelessly, quickly sweeping my hair into a neat ponytail. “I just do that sometimes because … because … because my job is so stressful,” I rushed.

  The big man quirked an eyebrow at me again.

  “Stressful?” he drawled. “Well maybe I can help with that. What was your name again?”

  There was no way in hell I was telling him my name. The less he knew about me the better.

  “Um … it’s Candy Kane … uh, Sheffield,” I mumbled, looking down at the floor before snapping my head up and looking him straight in the eye. I was so bad at lying, I’d read all these books on how to control your body language to look believable and yet at the moment of truth all my study had failed me. Oh god, oh god.

  And the dark man wasn’t fooled at all, instead laughing out loud, throwing his head back and guffawing, so boisterous that the walls of the restroom echoed with his laughter.

  “Little girl, I think you can do better than that,” he growled. “Seriously, tell me your real name. Don’t make me ask for your badge,” he threatened, half-serious, half-joking.

  And I fingered my ID card nervously, the plastic suddenly feeling like a weight around my neck, a rock dragging me down in the ocean. I was going to drown come hell or high water, might as well tell the truth. Besides, I’m not sure what it was but I felt curiously compelled to obey this imposing stranger. Maybe it was his magnetic presence, the way he was so commanding, the authority in his voice, ringing strong and true. So I answered honestly this time.

  “I’m Tammy Jones,” I whispered to the floor, not looking in his eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please don’t tell my boss because I really need this job.”

  And the handsome man just threw his head back and laughed again, so hard this time it was positively insulting.

  “Oh honey, I think it’s too late for that,” he drawled, his face breaking into a smile. “Because I am your boss. Don’t you work for Luxor Corp.? I’m Nick Martin, CEO and Chairman.”

  And I gasped again. CEO and Chairman? This man was definitely my boss, if not my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss. And one thing was certain, absolutely crystal clear. I was fired, beyond a doubt.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Nick

  The shock on the brunette’s face was flattering, her eyes growing wide, her breasts heaving up and down with quick indrawn gasps.

  “CEO?” she whispered weakly. “Chairman?”

  I nodded.

  “Yep, always have been,” I said with a hint smugness to my voice. “In fact I founded Luxor, have been CEO since I was twenty-five when this place was nothing more than me and a couple admin staff.”

  And the girl grew white as a sheet then.

  “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, “I know what you saw wasn’t … professional,” she choked, “but … but …”

  “But there’s no excuse, is there?” I finished smoothly, hiding my amusement. “There’s no excuse for masturbating out in the open. You didn’t even lock the restroom door,” I chided her gently.

  The girl went from sheet white to beet red. I loved the brunette’s coloring, the way she was so sensitive to everything I said, her expressions open, trusting, like reading a book. She couldn’t even lie worth shit and I ate it up, her innocence and naiveté refreshing, like a cake to be devoured whole.

  Because life had just given me an opening and I was going to use it. I didn’t get to where I am by being the nice guy and letting other folks take the lead. I got to where I am by being the aggressor, pressing every advantage, working every angle and an amazing opportunity had just landed on my doorstep.

  “So is this what you do to uphold the Luxor name?” I drawled, my voice a low growl, like a predator teasing its prey. “You touch yourself when you think no one’s looking?”

  “Yes! I mean no!” cried the girl, flushing again, her boobs heaving up and down, fingering her ID card nervously. “It’s just been stressful like I said, I have so much work and I’m in school full-time too, it’s really rough, I needed some release.”

  My eyebrows shot up.

  “Well maybe I can help you with that,” I said silkily. “I am the boss after all. Let’s head back to your office.” I’d deduced by now that her office was the one I’d passed with the bare walls and dinky desk. Shit, how sad, she was alone down here all day in that tiny cubby, nary a soul in sight. Truthfully, I could see why she was in the bathroom feeling herself up. It was goddamn depressing in the basement with the fluorescent lights, a hundred degrees next to the boiler and the random cranking sounds of various machinery. Fuck, I would have been jacking off ten times a day if I were stuck here, but fortunately I’ve got a penthouse in a luxury office space just a couple blocks away.

  Without saying a word, the brunette walked slowly to the door of the bathroom and led me outside into the hallway. Sure enough, her soft footfalls stopped at the dinky office.

  “Anyone else around during the day?” I asked casually, looking around. The hallways were empty, a little spook
y from the lack of human contact.

  “No,” the brunette replied quietly, trying to remain dignified. “I’m a marketing associate and they put me down here after my boss was injured. To stay out of peoples’ way, I suppose,” she added rigidly.

  And I nodded thoughtfully. The brunette sat at her desk, gesturing to the chair across from her and I lowered myself into the small seat. I’m a big man with long legs and this dinky plastic thing wasn’t exactly my idea of comfortable, but that was fine. I didn’t plan on the little girl staying here much longer anyways.

  Tammy took a deep breath and moved her mouse slightly, quickly switching screens with a swift Alt-Tab. But not before I saw what she’d been looking at. If I wasn’t mistaken there’d been an image of a nude couple on her monitor, a man and woman locked in an embrace, the woman’s legs spread, her ankles high in the air. My cock, which had been rock solid before, stiffened immediately into diamond-hardness, the fabric of my suit pants straining. But I wasn’t going to hide, not when I had such a delectable morsel before me. Instead, I sprawled lazily in the chair, the tent in my crotch fully visible, making the girl inhale sharply before her eyes flicked to mine, alert and aroused at once.

  But I ignored her unspoken question. Lazily I asked, “What was that you were looking at? Right before you switched to this Excel spreadsheet.”

  And the girl’s chin quivered a bit, her eyes becoming enormous, deep pools of caramel, fathomless. But instead of resisting, she clicked back again and I saw that my eyes hadn’t betrayed me. Tammy had been looking at some dirty porn, the type of stuff that was typical of laddie mags, the stuff that I absolutely loved. There was a woman pressed against a man, both of them nude, in the throes of lust. And the woman’s legs were spread sure, but instead of drilling the woman with his dick, the man had a dildo stuffed up her snatch, the deep pink rubber stretching those pink lips, making the woman squeal in pleasure. And fuck me, but it wasn’t just an image, it was a video. My little girl had been watching a porny sex clip at work.