Overlooked

by Lulu Pratt

  Especially since there are presents scattered along the countertop as well as breakfast.

  Happy Mother’s Day! is printed in bold letters across some of the balloons while others read, Happy Birthday!

  This year my birthday happened to fall on Mother’s Day and leave it to these three not to exclude anything.

  “Happy Mother’s Day, baby,” Sebastian’s deep voice reaches me and I want to purr.

  God, this man is so sexy. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that he’s my husband and I get to have him for the rest of our lives.

  “Happy birthday, Mommy!” Ava is beaming while Lucas’ sole focus is trying to unwrap one of the gifts.

  I scoop him up in my arms and blow a raspberry against his chubby cheek.

  “Hi, handsome boy,” I say walking around the center island with him on my hip.

  Lucas’ eyes light up and I smile because he inherited my green orbs.

  Finally, I reach my husband and grin from ear to ear. “You’re incredible. Thank you, honey,” I whisper earnestly.

  Not only am I thanking him for today’s sweet surprise, but also for the happiness that is never too far out of reach when he’s near. I wouldn’t have any of this without him and sometimes it overwhelms me when I consider just how lucky I am.

  “You haven’t even opened your gifts yet,” he smiles at me.

  “Open mine first, Mommy! It’s a necklace,” Ava reveals, not caring that she ruined her own surprise.

  Laughing, I tear into the gifts while my little team anxiously awaits my reaction.

  SEBASTIAN DOWNS

  “Can I get you two anything?” the flight attendant asks hovering over us.

  “No, we’re good for the remainder of the trip. Why don’t you have a seat and enjoy the flight?” I ask, dismissing her as smoothly as I know how.

  There are other things I have in mind for this trip and no one should witness them.

  The woman smiles politely before making her way to the front of the private jet.

  “Nice job buying us some time,” my wife speaks up beside me.

  When I turn my eyes on her, a radiant smile greets me along with desire burning in her jade eyes.

  For her birthday, I’d surprised her with a trip back to the island where it all started. The kids are staying with their Aunt Winnie for a week, allowing us some much-needed grownup time.

  “I’m still amazed that you pulled this off. Everything from requesting extra days off for me at the nursing home to locking in Winnie for the babysitting. You never cease to amaze me with your thoughtfulness.”

  Olivia brushes her fingers over the stubble present at my jaw and smiles at me fondly. “I love you.”

  There isn’t a second of hesitation with my response. “I love you, too.”

  With everything I have.

  More than ten years together and my love for her only grows with each passing day. So does my desire.

  My erection is tightening the crotch of my pants, eager for release.

  Which reminds me…

  “I want you,” I tell her bluntly.

  Cute pretenses have no place in our marriage. We always say what’s on our mind. And right now, I have a one-track mind because all I can think about it is pulling her down on my cock as she rides me forty-thousand feet in the air.

  Smirking, Olivia meets my gaze and raises the armrest between our seats. “Looks like we’re on the same wavelength because I want you too.”

  “Take off your panties,” I make my first command.

  A daring gleam enters her eyes before she reveals, “I’m not wearing any.”

  “Fuck,” I say raggedly.

  Olivia’s face reflects satisfaction for rattling me.

  “Come here,” I demand pulling her onto my lap in one swift motion.

  “What are you doing, Mr. Downs?” she asks feigning surprise.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. Downs.”

  No matter how many times I say it, I’m still in awe that this incredible woman is my wife. She’s perfect in every way and for some reason she loves me.

  I move her short skirt up and out of the way, baring her to the cool air on the plane. Her slit is already glistening and ready for me but I want to test her first anyway.

  With two of my fingers buried deep inside of her, she rises and falls against my hand to chase her orgasm. When she comes, it’s with a sigh and bliss washes over her perfect features.

  I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.

  Putting her back on the seat beside me, I rip open my zipper and push my jeans down my legs as fast as humanly possible. My insatiable cock springs free and slaps my abdomen as Olivia’s eyes take in my girth as if it’s the first time she’s ever seen me.

  She stands and moves over me without me having to ask, her curvy thighs straddling my lap as she sinks down lower to take all of me inside of her soaked tunnel.

  Once she’s fully lowered herself, she pauses with her mouth forming a perfect “O” and grabs onto my shoulders to steady herself.

  “Sebastian,” she groans throatily.

  Her hips are fuller now, thanks to carrying my children, and so damn sexy. I grab on to her and start moving her body up and down. The pace is torturously slow at first, but I refrain from increasing the pace too fast.

  Olivia’s head falls back as she rides me slowly, lost in our lustful bubble.

  She feels amazing, her pussy clamped snugly around my length. We’re the perfect fit. Her unique scent is starting to permeate the air around us as her soft thighs collide with mine every time she moves on me.

  I could spend the rest of my life buried inside of this woman and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  She drives me crazy but in the best way. There is no other woman on this earth who could do for me what she does so effortlessly.

  “Harder,” Olivia pleads, her body leaning against the chair in front of me.

  My grip around her waist tightens as soon as she gives her command and then I’m pumping into her. The momentum of my strokes matches the intensity of my need for her and I pull her tight body down faster and harder.

  “Yes!” she moans, grinding her hips into the thrusts.

  That’s the last straw for me. I need to be deeper, closer to her.

  From my seated position, I begin pounding upward, my hips moving with piston-like precision to drive into her wetness. Her tight walls contract around me, sapping me of my energy but I keep at it with fervor as need courses through me.

  Olivia is barely able to catch her breath as she rocks up and down on me, but from the way she’s biting her lip I can tell she’s nearing another orgasm. Ever the overachiever, I steady her with one hand and my fingertips seek out her engorged clit.

  Her movements turn jerky with the added stimulation and I know it won’t be long. But I want to come with her so I increase the tempo of our rocking motion once again.

  “Olivia, you’re so fucking good, baby,” I grind out between thrusts. She feels so damn good and she’s milking me for everything I have.

  “God, you’re going to make me come so hard, Bash,” she whines, reaching down to cover the hand that’s fondling her clit. “Don’t stop. I love it too much.”

  Those words spur me on, making my movements frenzied and desperate. I need to come inside of her and mark her as mine as I always do.

  “I want another baby,” I blurt spontaneously.

  My wife’s movements slow but she doesn’t stop moving, not daring to suspend our lovemaking.

  “What did you say?”

  “A baby,” I breathe harshly. “I want you pregnant with another one of my kids.”

  Her eyes darken at my clarification and out of nowhere, Olivia’s thighs begin trembling as she surrenders to her orgasm. I watch pleasure consume her and the ecstasy on her face pushes me over the edge in conjunction with the spasms tightening her pussy around my dick in a vice grip.

  I come hard, grunting into her mouth as s
he leans down to kiss me. Fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs, I continue shooting my seed inside of her until there’s nothing left to give.

  Spent, I fall back against the cushion of the seat and pull her with me.

  “I love you,” she sighs and the words tumble out of her mouth as easily as the breath filling her lungs.

  “Does that mean the answer is yes?” I ask dropping a lazy kiss against her nose as our foreheads meet.

  Still heaving, Olivia simply nods, moving both of our heads with the action.

  “I can’t say no to you,” she confesses. “Especially not when making babies is so fun with you.”

  Double Fake:

  An MFM Fake

  Fiancée Romance

  He needs a fake fiancée to get his billion-dollar inheritance.

  I agree to play pretend for a fee.

  But when he touches me, things feel real.

  Then we meet the private investigator sent to prove our relationship is a fraud.

  His probing gaze sets my skin alight.

  My heart is torn, how do I choose between them?

  Or do I have to?

  ***MFM romance with guaranteed HEA***

  CHAPTER ONE

  ELLEN CASSIDY

  “What would you like to order?”

  I stare at the menu and then back at the waitress. She’s pretty, with a sweeping skirt and hair that glows. Despite her position as a waitress, I have a sneaky suspicion that she looks better than I do on this date.

  “Give me another moment, please.” I reply, glancing across the table.

  Cade stares at his own menu and shrugs. It is an easy movement, slow and graceful and I feel my insides tighten. He looks good in a suit, with his freshly styled hair and the heart-melting smile that he shoots right at the waitress.

  I can see the waitress blushing and I can’t say that I blame her.

  “I think I’ll have the steak, thanks. Medium-well.” He flashes another smile.

  With a sigh, I glance at the menu yet again. Unable to decide what I really want, I choose something simple, “Just the chicken salad, thank you.”

  The waitress nods and saunters off, her skirt swirling as she does, swinging her hips a bit more than necessary. She wanders into the kitchen and Cade’s eyes follow her all the way through the doors.

  I frown and lean against the table. I gently take Cade’s hand in my own and, surprised, he meets my eyes. We gaze deeply into each other’s eyes for a long moment, before I smile a sweet smile, and hiss in low tones, “If you keep staring at the waitress’s butt, you’re going to blow it.”

  “What? Her butt? Yes, thanks. Did you see it?” He grins easily and I let go of his hand, drawing back quickly across the table.

  “You’re going to blow our cover.” I know that I sound petulant, but I am in no mood to have my date check out other women while I am sitting right here – not even if it is a date that is fake as hell.

  Cade sighs and leans back into his chair, looking around the restaurant, “All right, all right.” He glances at me with a smirk. “So does that mean I am free to check you out?” he asks, looking me up and down. Despite the table, despite my clothes, I suddenly feel very naked, as if he is looking right into me.

  “I mean…” he continues, “you are my girlfriend, after all.”

  I shiver at the thought of his eyes all over me, his hands following close behind. I firm my resolve and shoot him a dark look.

  “This is purely a performance, Cade.” My voice is quiet, hard, but my insides feel as if they have melted into a puddle, twisted into nothing, because I cannot stop imagining his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, and it is driving me insane.

  Cade shrugs and lifts his glass of wine, sipping it gracefully. I am struck by the uncanny feeling that he can see through my clothes, into my thoughts and he knows exactly what I am thinking. He sure acts confident enough for it. Confident, wealthy and in no hurry to settle down.

  “The wine is great,” he smiles, lifting his glass. “You should try some.”

  I lift it thoughtfully, bringing it to my lips. It is the perfect combination of light flavor and alcohol and I find myself taking another sip. It is delicious, but I suppose that is to be expected from a restaurant that is this well-known and has a wait list a mile long.

  “Good?” he asks with a knowing smile.

  I take a breath, remembering that he is supposed to be the love of my life. I smile, “Excellent choice.”

  Cade smirks in triumph, and I glance away, taking in the atmosphere. It is gorgeous, opulent and lovely. The room itself is large, with high ceilings and sweeping chandeliers. There are several tables, all dressed with crisp, white linen and elegant table settings. The cutlery is polished and the flowers and candles that decorated each table were breathtaking. I had not known where to look when I had first stepped into the room.

  The wait staff are all dressed perfectly, and look more suited to modeling careers, if I am being honest. Lavish drapes and low, soft music finished it all off. The service is superb, the wine is delectable and the company…

  I look back at Cade, where he surveys the room just like I had. He is handsome, there is no denying it. If this wasn’t a strictly professional arrangement… I swallow, fighting the urge to bite my lip. I don’t want my lipstick to smudge.

  “Here you go, ma’am.” The waitress appears at my side and sets down my salad.

  “Thanks.” It looks delicious, even for a simple salad and I feel my stomach rumble quietly with hunger.

  Next comes Cade’s plate and he smiles, “Thank you.” His voice, low and soft, manages to sound seductive even through the crowded room. The minute the waitress is out of earshot, I shoot him a glare.

  “What?” He raises an eyebrow, “I was being polite. Let’s start, shall we?”

  I have to admit that the food is absolutely amazing. The chicken seems to melt on my tongue – it is so wonderfully done. The vegetables are crisp and full of flavor, and pair with the wine wonderfully. It is an experience all right, one that I am not used to.

  It isn’t often that I go out for dinner and I have never been at a restaurant this fancy in all my life. I nervously smooth down my dress, a simple black number, and try not to focus on the fact that I feel completely out of place in a fancy establishment such as this one.

  Cade might be able to afford it quite comfortably, but for me, this would have been totally out of my reach were it not for him. I glance at him enjoying his steak as if he was eating a sandwich from his own kitchen. Casual and so completely at ease. I touch my hair for a second, reminding myself that it, at least, was looking good.

  My days as a hairdresser tend to come in handy for times like this, when I need to look good in a pinch, or at short notice. Long days have left me feeling pretty tired, but I made a promise to come out tonight and I fully intend to keep it. Besides, the food is great and I am slowly getting used to the company.

  Cade smiles at me, looking me over. Again, the sense that he can see all the way into me is burning through my mind and my clothes. I want to cover up, to hide from his gaze. Instead, I meet his gaze head on.

  “What’s the matter, babe?” I ask.

  The emphasis on the last word is not lost on him and he smirks, a slow, predatory smile.

  “You seem distracted, sweetheart. Am I boring you?” He smirks again, staring me in the eyes until I feel a shiver beneath across my skin and down my spine.

  I shrug and a small smile tugs at my lips, “Only a little.”

  He chuckles at this and I find that I love the sound. I want to hear it again. I suddenly realize that I have never seen him laugh, really laugh, in all the times he has come into the salon. I don’t know that much about this man – not really.

  I know how he likes his hair styled. I know that he likes it when I massage the shampoo into his hair. I know he is stylish and wealthy and that he likes it when I do his hair, seeing as I know how he likes it done.

  I kno
w that he is a bit of a flirt. In fact, he is a lot of a flirt. He’s never mentioned a relationship to me. Then again, maybe he doesn’t do relationships. He hadn’t seemed to have an interest in settling down until now. But he is charming and sexy and I know that I cannot keep my eyes off him when he walks into a room, and he knows it. He knows that he has ladies eating out of the palm of his hand and he is not afraid to use that to his advantage.

  “Well, I’ll have to see if I can change that, hmm?” He’s still smiling and for some reason, I feel like my heart is stopping, like it has been caught in my chest and cannot be released. I take a breath, a deep breath, but when he stands up in the middle of the restaurant, it all rushes out of my lungs.

  His meal is half eaten. He moves to one knee. I have never seen anyone look so graceful. He lifts his hands, and in them, I see a ring box, black velvet and perfectly designed. Even though I knew this was going to happen, I can’t help the way my heart catches in my throat, the way my hands fly to my mouth in surprise.

  And for one beautiful moment, I am taken away. I am left breathless and in awe. He smiles and it seems so genuine. He flips up the lid and reveals the most perfect ring that I have ever laid eyes on. It is stunning, sparkling even under the low lights. It’s beautifully made and I can tell from one glance that it will fit me just right. I can also tell that it was expensive, very expensive.

  I am suddenly touched by the effort, the thoughtfulness, the way that he is doing this, when he didn’t have to make it such a big deal.

  “Ellen Cassidy…” His voice is low and warm, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

  The tears that well up in my eyes are not scripted. “Yes.” I manage to say, “Yes, of course!”

  He stands and takes my hand, lifting it to his lips and presses them against my skin in a kiss. Then he slips the ring on my finger and, just like I suspected, it fits like it was made just for me. It fits like an engagement ring should and it sparkles.

  And for a moment, I am perfectly, blissfully happy, because this is just how I imagined it. What I had never planned for was this being nothing more than a business transaction, a fake date and a fake relationship.