Her Fake Fiancé Billionaire Boss

by Piper Sullivan

  "I don’t think I can continue with this lie, we had a plan to stick to, but you keep using your own initiative. Like proposing in front of Pryor, or making promising to bring my dad here,” she said irritably.

  * * *

  He got out of bed not bothered by the fact that he was only wearing boxers, and walked towards her, she didn’t move, but the defiance in her eyes as she lifted her chin, made her even sexier.

  * * *

  "You are right," he said and reached out to run his knuckles against the side of her face.

  * * *

  Her body stiffened and she inhaled sharply. He couldn’t stand seeing her this way, and he impulsively pulled her into his arms and hugged her small frame against his. It took her a moment to relax in his embrace while he rested his chin on top of her head.

  * * *

  “I got caught up in it all,” he said, picking his words carefully, “To be honest, I don’t know if this is a lie anymore.”

  * * *

  Justin dropped his hands to her hips and met her gaze as she looked at him wide eyed.

  * * *

  "What are you trying to say?” she asked, her eyes sparkling in the moon light.

  * * *

  What was he trying to say? He asked himself as he searched her eyes. The lie had died a while ago, he was just not ready to admit it, but tonight, watching her and wanting her, he realized that he felt far more for her than what he initially believed to be possible.

  * * *

  He held her gaze as he moved his hands up and down her sides, gently, brushing the swell of her breasts just lightly before returning his hands to her hips. Desire flowed between them like a live electric current, ready to light up their worlds with so much passion and yearning that nothing would be able to stop them once they started.

  * * *

  Her lips parted, and her breaths were shallow, he noticed the way her chest rose and fell in short bursts, his eyes moved from her lips to her eyes and back, and her hands were pressed against his bare chest.

  * * *

  "I want to kiss you," he whispered breathlessly.

  * * *

  Jennifer's breath caught but she remained silent. Her heart rate quickened. She blinked and quickly looked down. With the crook of his finger he raised her face to his again as he slowly dropped his head to kiss her. She was incapable of moving, and felt as if her entire world was spinning out of control. It was a chaste kiss at first, but as Justin gripped the back of her head, his kiss became more urgent. Almost desperate, and she also found herself being swept away in this storm of passion that enveloped them both.

  Jennifer's fingers stroked from his chest, up to his shoulders, and she moaned lightly as their kiss became more passionate. Justin's hands began to roam, leaving her face and neck and trailing down her body, coming to rest on the small of her back. Her nipples tightened and desire coursed through her. But from somewhere deep within, her little warning voice resonated, calling out to her and warning her. This is going to cause you nothing but heart ache and shame, it said and slowly but surely the fog of passion that blinded her started to clear and she pushed against Justin’s chest.

  * * *

  "No! Sorry, I can’t do this…” she started, “No kissing when... when this is all a…." she was breathless, color rising in her cheeks, as she desperately searched for words, "Pryor is gone, we have no-one to convince of anything and we have no reason to do this.”

  The look on Justin’s face was one of confusion and hurt, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t allow this to go any further than it already has.

  * * *

  "Jennifer, come here," he said quietly.

  * * *

  She wanted nothing more than to go to him, but she shook her head, leaning with her back against the door. She was drawn to him, and although the evidence of her desire wasn't as obvious as his, there was no denying that she wanted him. She worried her lip and shook her head.

  * * *

  "Jenn, come here, please" he said again, but this time he reached for her hand, and she moved forward as if on autopilot.

  * * *

  "We can't do this," she said nervously, but didn’t make any attempt to move away from him.

  * * *

  "If you don't want me... tell me to stop," he said as he slipped his hands inside her night gown.

  * * *

  Her insides twisted and her heart beat uncontrollably, his hands felt so warm against her skin and so tender, how she would ever be able to deny herself such pleasures without regretting it for years to come. Maybe just this once, she told herself, just one night with Justin Dunne.

  Chapter Nine

  "I don’t want you to stop," she whispered.

  * * *

  Justin held her gaze as he slipped the gown down over her shoulders, revealing the silk nightie she was wearing underneath. One of the few items he did buy. He ran his gaze down over the length of her body, and then back up meeting her eyes. She didn’t object when he hooked his fingers into the flimsy straps that held the nightie in place and shifted it down over her arms, letting the silk material glide down her body and pool at her feet. The panties she wore barely left anything to the imagination and her bare breasts were round with erect, inviting nipples. She is delectable, he thought as he dropped his head and captured her lips again. In one swift motion, he hoisted her into his arms and walked over to his bed.

  * * *

  Laying her down, he kicked his boxers off before relieving her of her panties. The moonlight flooded into the open windows, casting highlights and shadows over Jennifer’s beautiful skin. He started at her neck, as he explored every inch of her exposed skin with his lips. When he reached the swell of her breasts, he sucked each nipple eagerly into his mouth while kneading her supple breasts. As he ventured further south, Jennifer gasped and moaned with pleasure, her fingers threading through his hair and guiding.

  * * *

  "Jenn, you're so wet baby," he said whispered huskily as he wedged himself between her legs.

  * * *

  “It’s because of you,” she whispered between bated breaths.

  * * *

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this,” he admitted.

  * * *

  “R-really?” she stuttered.

  * * *

  He didn’t bother to respond, he ran his tongue from the bottom of her opening to her engorged nub. She shuddered and swore as he sucked on her clitoris drawing it into his mouth. She tugged at his hair, and moaned loudly as he pleased her with his mouth. Every time he flicked his tongue over her clit, her back arched and her legs trembled.

  Jennifer tunneled her fingers through his thick black hair and raised her hips as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. She moaned his name, writhing wantonly with her legs spread. When he introduced two fingers into her she knew she was not going to be able to hold back the impending orgasm that threatened to spill. And before she could come to terms with it all, her body shook and trembled and she felt herself clench.

  * * *

  She had barely crash-landed when she opened her eyes to see Justin kneeling between her legs, stroking his rock-hard length. Their eyes met, and Jennifer sucked in a breath and whimpered. He was so much more than she ever could have imagined.

  * * *

  His chest was covered in a moderate amount of dark hair that thinned into a line that led down past his navel. A scar, wide and visible ran down the center of his chest, which must have been due to the heart surgeries he had to endure as a child. Her heart cramped painfully as she reached out and ran her finger down the scar. Biting her lip, she watched him, she wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given her, but he kept her pinned down, while he nestled his rigid length between her folds, but for some reason he wasn’t entering her. And she wanted him so badly.

  * * *

  "I want to feel you," she whispered.

  * * *

  “Soon,” he said with a h
int of humor to his voice, “First things first.”

  * * *

  He leaned over the bed and tugged open the drawer to the night stand and pulled out the little square foil packet. She ignored the slight flutter of disappointment that threatened to ruin the perfect moment, knowing that he probably had plenty women to entertain his sexual desires and that she was just going to end up being another number in his little black book.

  * * *

  She watched him sheath himself with the ribbed condom before he braced his weight above her.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and then kissed her deeply.

  She reached between them and guided his cock past her slippery folds and into her hot, wet channel. He groaned as he drove all the way into her, and Jennifer prayed that he won’t realize just how inexperienced she was.

  * * *

  She was no virgin, but she also didn’t make a habit of bedding every man that gives her a charming smile. She could count her lovers over the years on one hand.

  * * *

  Heat converged deep in her abdomen. Wantonly she let him push her legs further apart so he could sink deeper into her. He felt so big, not only was he well hung, but she hadn’t had sex with anyone for over two years. His strokes were long and devastating. She writhed and panted beneath him, moaning and mewling. Pressing their bodies together, his strokes began to shorten. He pumped as long as he could before groaning deeply, and released his cum in a flood. Once again, she too reached her climax, and as they both basked in the aftermath of their love making, Jennifer fought back the impending feeling of doom that her dream would be ending soon enough.

  * * *

  Justin propped himself on his side as he ran his thumb over her flushed cheek, searching her eyes. She swallowed silently, looking at him as her breath normalized.

  * * *

  “Stay with me tonight,” he said to her.

  * * *

  One night, she reminded herself and nodded, leaning up to kiss him again.

  Chapter Ten

  Two weeks since their first night making love…

  "You look relaxed," Justin said from the doorway of the master bathroom.

  Jennifer craned her neck to look at him. He was standing there in his work clothes, minus his jacket, waistcoat and tie. She wanted to leap out of the bath and wrap her arms around him, but she held back that impulse. The longer she spent time with him, the more she was falling into the habit of being the future Mrs. Dunne and the more she lost her heart.

  Bubble baths every day, reading her favorite books, going on shopping sprees and spending afternoons having tea and watching TV is what her life had been reduced to. No daily stress to get memos out on time or do minutes of meetings. Week one she barely survived, week two got more tedious, and now by week three she had no idea what to do with her time. She’d been working fulltime since she was old enough to do so. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what all these rich women did with their time. Fair enough, a few times a week Justin would take her out to lunch, invite her to join him for events or simply just parade her in public like a show horse. Something she had grown used to by now. It was surreal seeing her photo on the front page of the Daily News every other day. Her mother had called her more than once since she found out about her and Justin, and since then she had been planning a wedding. The worst part was that Jennifer felt too rotten to tell her mother that this was all just a business deal.

  Justin and Eugene Pryor were attending regular meetings; the deal had been concluded with Pryor still overseeing the transitions on a large scale. They had hosted one or two more dinner parties since the first one, and nearly a month into their arrangement there was still no end in sight to their pretended engagement. Not yet at least, but Jennifer often found herself imagining how that moment will play out. It would be the one performance that would have afforded her an Oscar for being so perfect, because she knew that her heart would genuinely break into a billion pieces, which is why she had made arrangements to move as soon as it was all over.

  "How was work?" she asked, as she lowered herself into the bubbles that surrounded her.

  Justin walked over and took a seat on the edge of the bath, then leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She responded naturally, whether it was in public or in private, it didn’t matter anymore. They had shared his bed night after night as it was.

  “Work was fine, as usual, nothing new,” he said as he ran his fingers through the bubbly froth.

  “Try being in my shoes,” she laughed and looked up at him.

  His brows were drawn together and he looked troubled, Jennifer’s heart sank, expecting the worst.

  "I have something to ask you," he said.

  "As long as I don’t have to pretend to be pregnant you can ask me whatever you want," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

  Justin chuckled, and shook his head, “That’s the one thing I will never attempt to faux, but I would like it if you can join me on a trip to Long Island.”

  “Sure, is Pryor arranging a visit there?” she asked curiously.

  "No, my sister just had her baby, and I would like to pay her a visit,” he smiled.

  "And you want me to go with you?"

  He was the strangest man alive; he was acting as if all of this was real, with no indication that it was bound to end sooner or later.

  "My parents would be there too, and I think we need to tell them about our arrangement.”

  “Ah yes, the arrangement, how will they take it?” she asked.

  “We’ll have to see,” he smiled, “We’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.”

  Surprised by how sudden this transpired, she reached for the towel, “Okay, I’ll be ready.”

  He kissed her again before leaving the bathroom. She rested her head against the rim of the tub. This was getting out of hand. Whatever lines that they had drawn between themselves had been blurred over time. Once they had made love there was no going back, neither of them had planned it, it just happened. But every so often Justin would say or do something that reminded her that this was nothing but a pretense.

  They were on the road early Sunday morning. Unlike their usual car trips, Justin drove them to Long Island instead of a driver. Jennifer sat nervously in the passenger seat of his sleek, black Mercedes Benz S-class coupe. At times he would rest his hand on her lap, clutching her thigh seductively while teasing her, other times he would tell her more about his family, giving her names and ages, occupations, marital statuses, the whole rundown. It was yet another side of him she did not expect, and his demeanor confused her immensely.

  By the time they reached his parents’ place, it felt as if her stomach was tied in knots. Keeping up the pretense in public among strangers was easy as pie, but in front of his parents, she was not so sure. As they passed the large gates and drove down the driveway up to the house, Jennifer kept her eyes steadily fixed on the house.

  “Jenn, what’s the matter?”

  She took a steading breath and looked at him, “I don’t know if this was a good idea.”

  His brows drew together, and he rested his hand reassuringly on her thigh, “I know you are nervous, but I promise you, it will be over and done with soon. You’ve been doing great.”

  “That’s it. You keep doing that,” she pointed to his hand on her thigh, “What is this supposed to be? Are we still pretending or has this become something else? Maybe you can deal with the ambiguity but I can’t. Are we going to go in there and tell your parents and sister the same thing we told Pryor?”

  “We’re going to tell them the truth,” he said and removed his hand.

  “I don’t even know what the truth is anymore Justin,” she said, slumping back in her seat. It had become too much. Her emotions were reaching breaking point. Would they go back to sleeping in separate rooms? Would they just end their relationship right then? She felt tired. They had played with fire and she prayed he wouldn’t burn her. Justin got out of the car, walked around and open
ed her door for her, and like a true gentleman he held his hand to help her out. And the moment she was out, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against her ear.

  "Jenn, the truth is I want you to be part of my life and that means introducing you to my family as Jennifer Bradford, the woman I am going to marry."

  Jennifer’s breath caught as she pulled her head back to look into his eyes, and all she saw the sincerity.

  "Are you serious, or is this a ploy to keep me from saying anything?”

  From the house, she saw his family standing and waiting for them, and her heart was racing frantically.

  "They already know all about the Pryor deal, and how we ended up together, but they also know that I brought you here to meet them, because I realized that I won’t be able to let you go," he said cupping her face and forcing her to look at him.

  Tears sprung to her eyes, and her hands trembled as she held on to him for dear life.

  "Do you really want to marry me?"

  "Nothing would make me happier,” he said and released her.