The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

by Simone Rivers

  Ana gives me a fake pout. “You’d do that to me, Riker? You’d invite a lady in and not show her a good time?”

  “We can’t do this anymore, Ana. Things are different now.”

  “Different?” She asks, cocking her head. “I know it isn’t different, Riker. I’m not stupid.” She reaches over the gap between us and puts a hand on my knee.

  “You’re not different. She’s not different. She’s just the latest in a long line of women for you.”

  She smiles at me and her hand starts to move farther up my leg. “You and I both know this thing has an expiration date. So why don’t we have some fun while I’m here?”

  I catch her hand as she goes up my thigh. I take it off my leg. “No, Ana. Stop. I don’t want to do this. It isn’t right or fair to Jane.”

  She’s clearly caught off guard. Her smile fades, and she starts to look upset and embarrassed. “Then why did you invite me in?” The purr in her voice turns to a growl.

  I start to get frustrated too. “I don’t know. Fuck. You should go.”

  She sits back in the chair and scowls at me. We both hear a door open behind us. Before I know it, Jane is standing in the doorway.

  Her brown eyes dart between the two of us before narrowing.

  “Riker,” Jane says. Her voice is angry and staccato. “What the fuck is going on? Who is this?”

  I feel my heart sink. For a moment, I’m a little boy again, caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

  “Uh…” I sputter out. Nice, Riker. Very eloquent.

  “Riker,” Janes says at practically a yell. I know I have a very short amount of time to answer her question.

  “This is Ana,” I explain. “She’s an old friend.”

  “An old friend?” Ana asks, raising an eyebrow.

  Jane puts her hands on her hips. She’s scary when she’s mad. “Well, old friend,” she says to Ana, putting emphasis on my lie by omission, “I think it’s time for you to go.”

  Ana feels Jane’s wrath as much as I do. She grabs her purse and quickly leaves without saying anything or meeting my or Jane’s eyes.

  As the door shuts behind Ana, Jane stomps over to me.

  “What the fuck were you thinking, Riker? Is this going to be how it is? Maybe that would have been okay with your other friends, but I will not be disrespected like that.”

  Everything catches up to me at once. I stand up and meet her halfway. “Whoa,” I say. “Pump the breaks, Jane. You’re acting like this is a real engagement.”

  Some emotion flashes in her eyes, but I can’t tell what it is.

  “We are on the cover of every magazine in New York, Riker,” she says, always logical. “You can’t treat your apartment like it’s Grand Central Station. People will talk. And I will not be made to look like a fool.”

  I do feel bad about that. But can’t I also be frustrated? Nothing happened, and suddenly I’m on trial again. That’s what I get for setting up this whole plan with a lawyer.

  “You’re not being made to look like a fool,” I tell her, exasperated. “Nothing happened with Ana. Even if it did, it’s none of your business, Jane. I’m not your property.”

  As soon as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a challenge. So does Jane. Immediately, I know this is a fight I’m going to lose. She takes me by the collar and pulls me down to her level. She kisses me hard. She’s in total control, and she knows it.

  When she breaks away from the kiss, I’m stunned. My brain barely works. She pushes me back down in my chair and straddles me. She roughly pulls me into another kiss. I’ve never had a woman take control quite like this before. Some have tried, but I’ve always been just as aggressive. But Jane is different, like she is in all things. I briefly think back to my conversation with Ana. I was right. This is like nothing I’ve experienced before.

  Jane’s hands are in my hair, and mine start to feel her body. I’m incredibly turned on. She grabs my hands and directs them where to go. I comply with her silent demands. Before I know it, she’s pulling me back to the bedroom and our clothes are coming off. She stays in control. It’s not often a woman can give me an entirely new experience, but Jane surprises me again and again. Everything is passionate and erotic. The world and Ana and the legal issues and everything else fades away. It’s only me and her and how our bodies feel together.

  21

  Jane

  What the hell am I doing?

  I know I’m kissing Riker. I’m kissing Riker after I found him with that girl. An old friend, as he called her. I know what hanging out with friends looks like, and that didn’t look like it. I feel different. Possessive of him somehow. When he told me he wasn’t my property, I had to show him he is mine. I guess that’s what I’m doing. I’m staking my claim.

  I push him back onto the chair and straddle him. I feel like I’m watching myself go through these motions. I don’t know who this sexy dominatrix is, but I think I like her. I feel myself run my hands through his hair. His hands rest on my hips and then move up to my breasts. It’s like an electric shock that pulls me back into my body. I need more.

  I put my hands over his and squeeze them harder around my breasts. His touch sends pulses of pleasure all through my body. I grind against him and he lets out a moan. I smile as I realize I have him completely at my mercy. I test his limits and run his hands up and down my torso. He hungrily feels every part of me. We feed into each other’s pleasure, and the movements become more instinctual.

  I’m lost in how good his body feels against mine. I need him now. I get up and pull him toward the bedroom. When we get in there, I fall back on the bed and pull him down on top of me. I can feel how hard he is as he presses himself in between my legs. He’s rubbing on me and holding me close to him, as if we can meld together and become one being.

  My thoughts wander to the things that have led us to this point. I should still be mad, but I just can’t keep my hands off him when we’re together. And I have to wonder why I am mad. This is all to win the case. So why are we in bed together like this? Why is this so real? I hold him tighter to me. Whatever the reason is, I need him.

  I pull at his shirt. He sits back long enough to pull it off. I pull mine off to match him. He takes the opportunity to begin to undo his belt. As quickly as we can, we both get naked. He leans down over me and kisses a trail from my lips down to my neck. Having to get out of our clothes slowed down our urgency, but it only increased our need.

  I trail my fingers down his spine, and I feel a shiver go through him. My hands circle around his hips and meet again around his cock. I run my hands up and down his length. His skin is so smooth. It’s almost velvety. He feels rock hard. He moans into my neck, saying my name. My hips buck, wanting to feel him inside me. He shifts his weight to one arm and uses his other hand to start feeling between my thighs. I’m so wet that he glides easily over every nook and cranny before he slips his fingers in. He expertly uses his thumb to rub against my pleasure point.

  Now it’s my turn to moan his name. I can feel him chuckle, pleased with his small victory. My back arches up towards him, wanting more of his touch. He responds by moving down and kissing my breasts. I feel his manhood leaving my hands, but what he’s doing with his mouth feels so good that I don’t care. He takes care of me, using every part of him to get me off. I get closer to the edge. He suddenly stops. I let out an involuntary whimper as he slides down my body.

  He slips down until his head is between my thighs. He kisses up each leg. His arms snake underneath my legs and reach up to continue to tease my nipples. He kisses closer and closer to my center before diving in. I gasp as his tongue swirls around. I feel shocks of pleasure rock my body. My hands grip the sheets as all of my muscles tense. Then, I feel that sweet release. I gasp and moan in quick succession as the waves roll over me.

  He crawls back up to kiss me. I deepen the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. My hips grind against him, and I feel how hard he still is. I want to return the favor. I push him
on his back and slide down until I can access his manhood with my mouth.

  I take his shaft and slowly lick up from top to bottom.

  “Oh, fuck,” I hear him exclaim.

  I’ve barely done anything and he’s already close to the edge. I smile to myself, pleased with my work. I put my lips around his head and begin to suck. He moans as my head bobs up and down his length. It isn’t long before he pushes me off. He pulls me up to him.

  “I need you now,” he whispers huskily.

  I kiss him and straddle his hips. I line him up with my center and impale myself on him. He feels so good inside of me. His hands tightly grip my hips as I ride him. I lean back, overcome with pleasure. I decide to take control again and direct his hands where I want them to go. He is more than happy to oblige.

  Even though he’s inside of me, I feel like I still can’t get enough of him. And he apparently can’t get enough of me either. He flips me on my back and starts thrusting into me harder. We both begin to lose control as we give in to the pleasure. I give in first, shuddering into yet another orgasm. This pushes him over the edge, and he thrusts deeply into me as he finishes.

  He rolls off of me and pulls me close. I nuzzle into his chest and feel how perfectly our bodies fit together. He holds me close to him. He feels so warm and strong. Even if this is just to win a court case, I’m content with how we are now.

  But that happiness quickly fades into anxiety. What the hell am I doing? I have to ask myself again. I look up at Riker, and he smiles down at me and kisses me forehead. It feels nice, but outside of the pocket of our tantric intimacy, I feel everything that’s confused and wrong about the situation. I run my fingertips over his arms. Even in my confusion, I just want to touch him.

  I feel his breathing start to slow as he falls asleep with me in his arms. He looks so peaceful and sound. I can’t believe this is the same Riker that I was so furious with when I walked in the door. What is it about him that makes me so confused? It’s like my brain can’t decide what it wants when I’m with him. He can be so frustrating, and he has an interesting past, to say the least. Yet, I find myself in these situations with him. I don’t understand why.

  My eyelids start to get heavy as well. I look up at him. He’s fast asleep now. I cuddle into him, and I wonder if we’ll dream about each other as I fall asleep.

  22

  Riker

  I wake up, and for what feels like the first time in a while, I know exactly who’s next to me in bed. Jane Gordon, my lawyer/faux-fiancée/very real lover. Last night was incredible and I feel lucky to have gotten off as easy as I did, figuratively (and literally) speaking. I thought Jane was going to lose it when she saw Ana. She walked in and that was going to be the end of Riker Lord, the asshole who started a riot in a casino and couldn’t buy his way out of the media pit because he pissed off his legal representation.

  But she jumps my bones instead. Making love is great and all, but last night was straight fucking, and my God is she good at it. I know when I eventually roll out of bed and shower, there will be lines of scratches all down my back. I poke a little fun at her for it just because you know she’ll be embarrassed about how she lost her cool, gave into her temper.

  I blink myself properly awake and carefully sit up so as not to disturb Jane. The sun is barely peeking through the blinds and I check my phone. Still, twenty to 6am. Too early, but I can’t get back to sleep now, not with last night going through my head. Combing through my hair with my fingers, I remember the look on Ana’s face when I let her know that I wasn’t going to fuck her. Shock and disbelief, anger, maybe even a little hurt. I’m sure part of it was that I wasn’t very convincing. I still don’t know why I said no. I’ve never said no before. ‘No’ is barely a part of my vocabulary, especially when it comes to getting it on with beautiful women. She’s gorgeous, we’re great together, and there’s never any complicated emotions. It’s fun and easy. Like riding a bike. Well, a very busty bike. And the bike’s doing the riding. You get my point.

  Though last night was different. I don’t know what it was exactly. I’d be the first to admit that I’m not picky. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, busty, hippy, or booty, I’d take them all. Thank you very much. But with Ana…it was like she wasn’t actually there. Nothing felt solid. There wasn’t any spark or thrill or even heat. You could have slapped two hotdogs together with more romance and intensity than we had.

  And then, Jane.

  Oh fuck, Jane.

  She came in like a tornado, all righteous fury and hurt and possession. There was nothing but fire and sparks. She was the goddamned Fourth of July. It was enough to make any man forget an ex and just submit to whatever the hell pleasure she demanded you give her. And while I, Riker Lord am not just ‘any man,’ I’m still human after all. Kissing her was like kissing a live wire, a shock to the system except it supercharged everything instead of going numb. And fucking her? Being fucked by her, if I’m being totally honest, she was pretty well in charge last night, not that I have a single complaint. I don’t think there’s a metaphor known to mankind that could live up to the feeling. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and believe you me, I’ve experienced a metric fuck-ton.

  I could barely keep up with her. She caught me off-guard at every turn, and I know my way around a woman. But Jane…particularly Jane last night. She surprised me. And it worked. Holy fuck did it work. We worked.

  I stretch and look at her, still sleeping. She’s beautiful. Softer than last night. Less tense, I grin to myself, you’re very welcome. Her makeup is smudged, I make a note to make fun of her about it. Too tired to do anything more than a basic clean-up last night. It makes her look younger, and I feel a surge of protective affection warm my chest. I know that I’m not easy to deal with, and she’s put a lot on the line for me, willingly or not. Her career, her family, her heart.

  Don’t fuck it up for her. Don’t fuck it up for you.

  Shaking my head, I go to the bathroom, take a piss and a perfunctory shower. The scratches do sting and I grin. As I wrap a towel loosely around my waist ten minutes later, I can hear her moving around the room.

  “Watch out ladies, Riker’s in the house!” I announce, pushing open the door dramatically, hoping to catch Jane in at least a slightly compromising position.

  She’s crouching near the bed and trying to hold up yesterday’s skirt against her chest. But she’s smiling. Straightening up, she composes herself, “Morning, Riker. I hope it’s not too much to ask that you left some hot water for me?”

  “Probably?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Great. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be gone. Believe it or not, I do actually still have work to do.” As she dictates, she’s scanning my body and I grin, raising my arms in a bodybuilder pose and thrusting forward, waggling my eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes again and smiles, and it feels good. “Shut up.”

  I put a hand to my chest and lift my chin, “I didn’t say a word, your honor. But—” I catch her arm as she tries to slip past me. She’s warm and soft against my skin, and I want her all over again. I settle for a kiss. Then a slightly deeper kiss. My hands slip down to her waist, then to her delightfully round ass and I lift her up, leaning back so she’s resting on me. I guess I’m not settling. I lead us over to the bed and drop her on it, kneeling over her as she laughs.

  She props herself up and gives me a kiss then puts a hand on my cheek, “Riker. I can’t right now. I really do have to work. To save your butt, remember?” She sneaks a hand around to slap the aforementioned towel-covered butt.

  I groan and shove my head into the sheets next to her. “Alright, alright,” I mutter into the 1000 thread count. “But come to breakfast at least.” I catch her eyes and hold them. Even with the smeared day-old makeup, her eyes are bright and her smile rockets straight to my groin.

  “Have you ever been to La Petite Galette? I’ve got a standing reservation.” I brush a lock of black hair off her face and hold her chin, “You can go into
work any day. LPG? That’s a three-month waiting list. Come on, Jane. I want to treat you. God knows you’ve earned it.”

  She’s considering it, I can tell. I can see the list of pros and cons ticking off across her face. There’s a little pout as she mentally decides to go to work instead. She opens her mouth to decline, but before she can, I kiss her again.

  When we separate, I try the puppy dog eyes. It’s a back-up plan I’ve had to dust off occasionally. Usually, I just throw money at things I want, but somehow, I don’t think Jane would appreciate it. “Please? Their danishes are to die for.”

  She worries her bottom lip and grabs her phone to check the time. Then she points a finger at me and gives me an extremely serious look for someone who’s only sort of wearing a skirt. “You’ve got me for one hour.”

  “Yes!” Rolling off the bed, I pump my fist as she disappears into the bathroom with a laugh.

  23

  Jane

  Riker takes me to the exclusive café. The café is small, but has something to offer at every corner. Black and white photographs hang on the cream-colored walls, and the tall windows are partially covered by ivory curtains.

  Shaded chandeliers droop from the coffered ceiling, and cast a pleasant golden glow to the place. The tables are covered in white covering, and looking closely, they have a pattern of fleur-de-lis stitched into them. Classy music plays in the background, sweeping the air with soothing tunes that mixes well with the chattering floating around.

  Riker and I sit down next to a window, and I take a look at the menu that’s filled with all sorts of delicious food.