Marrying Her Greek Billionaire: A BWWM Marriage Of Convenience Romance

by Tiana Cole

  “I want you in my mouth,” she whispered, and my cock involuntarily twitched in her hand from the mere suggestion. She began to milk me with agonizing slowness while continuing to look up at me with her beautiful golden eyes, and I simply replied with an aroused nod.

  She slid down to her knees for me and kissed the engorged head of my hard shaft before her warm tongue slid out and swirled around the tip. I groaned, and folded my hands behind my back so I wouldn't grab her hair and thrust into her mouth like a maniac.

  She took me into her mouth, sucking on me in tandem with her fist as she pumped me. My knees were growing weak as she worked my cock, and the pleasure I felt was utterly indescribable. In a surprising move, she took me to the back of her throat until she gagged slightly around my hard member.

  The tight feel of her throat closing around my sensitive tip was enough to make me orgasm, but I fought hard and managed to hold back. I pulled out of her mouth and took her by the shoulders to guide her up onto the couch again. She was watching me with pure heat in her eyes, and I found myself completely mesmerized by her beauty. I knelt in front of her and gathered her firm, lace-covered breasts in my hands.

  My mouth sucked and licked at her nipples through the thin material, and her hands shot to my hair as she moaned. I could tell her breasts were quite sensitive as her knees drew up around my waist every time I rolled a nipple in between my teeth.

  I finally unclasped her bra, and freed what revealed themselves to be perfect tits—perky and full. They bounced free, and I gave each a final wet kiss before I caressed her legs and folded them around my waist. I wanted to rip her panties off, but didn't want to ruin a perfectly sexy pair of underwear. I settled on sliding them off, and in the process noticed she was still wearing the black high-heels I’d bought her.

  “Oh, God, Jessica…you're killing me,” I groaned, and she smiled up at me with a playful innocence. After pulling off her panties, I kissed her feet, still in the shoes, and made my way up her amazing legs. By the time I'd reached her inner thighs, I couldn't hold out any longer and needed to be inside of her. To see if she was truly ready for me, I spread her legs and found her completely shaved and perfectly smooth. I parted the folds of her pink and slid a finger inside of her slowly while she writhed beneath me. She was hot, slick, and moaned softly while squeezing her bare breasts as I moved my finger in and out of her. There was no denying that she was definitely ready for my cock.

  “I fucking want you, Jessica,” I growled. “I can't wait anymore.”

  “Please…” she breathed pleadingly while nodding. “I can't wait, either…”

  I didn't need any other invitation. I quickly climbed onto the couch and positioned myself at her entrance, one of her legs resting on my shoulder, and the other spread open to the side.

  I pressed into her core with one swift motion and filled her with my girth. She cried out and adjusted to my size quickly as her tight hole rippled and clenched around my cock. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to take it easy as I moved slowly in rhythmic thrusts.

  “Bastian…faster,” Jessica begged, and I was happy to oblige. I pushed into her harder and faster, and soon lost myself in her slick heat. She fit me perfectly, and I couldn't imagine anything possibly feeling better than her warmth. As I continued to thrust into her, I turned my head to remove her shoe with my teeth and kissed along her instep while my hand caressed her legs. Jessica was only adding to the moment with her whimpers and breathless cries for me to give it to her even harder. My unexpected and unstoppable orgasm felt like it started from my toes and jolted its way up my spine. My balls tightened as the powerful release made my entire body spasm.

  I pounded into her forcefully while grunting and groaning loudly, and within seconds Jessica was screaming my name as she came around me. Her warmth clenched my shaft as it milked me dry, her fingers digging into my back as I collapsed on top of her. She was shaking with pleasure underneath me, and the look in her eyes as her chest heaved was one of pure carnal ecstasy.

  When we both came down from our highs, I noted with great relief that Jessica seemed as sated as a woman could be. I was truly attracted to her, and didn't want to disappoint her in any way…especially sexually. Thankfully, I could tell from her satisfied grin and the dreamy look in her eyes that I hadn't let her down. I smiled to myself, feeling a bit proud that I'd been the one who'd managed to put that look on her face. It was for me, and no one else.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered, and I replied by pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

  “Come on, let's get cleaned up,” I sighed after a long moment. I removed her other shoe, and carried her into the bathroom where we showered together. I fell into bed next to her afterwards, and she was out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. She'd had a bit too much to drink earlier in the night, but she'd sobered up by the time we'd arrived back at her apartment and was fully in control of her faculties. No, it wasn’t the alcohol that had worn her out, it was definitely the sex, and I just hoped she wouldn't regret it in the morning. I couldn't deny that I was in deep with her already. No woman had ever made me feel like this, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

  I'd already submitted our marriage license request to the city, and the Department of Immigration and Naturalization had reached out to me about my legal status. Soon I'd be dealing with them directly, which meant we needed to keep up this charade so I could remain in the country. I certainly had no problem with that since I thoroughly enjoyed Jessica's company…I just hoped she felt the same.

  I'd gotten a large part of what I needed at the party. I just needed the perfect moment to leak the photos.

  Chapter 5

  Jessica

  I woke up feeling like I'd just had the best sex ever the night before, and quickly realized it hadn't been a dream—I definitely had. As I sat up in bed, I caught the aroma of eggs and bacon wafting in from the kitchen. Had Bastian actually cooked? That wasn't something he included in his binder of self info.

  I climbed out of bed and donned his button-up dress shirt to tiptoe down the hall and investigate the smell. Bastian was indeed making breakfast, and he was doing so completely naked. I tilted my head to the side to admire his firm butt as he worked at the stove. I quietly padded over to the breakfast bar to have a seat, and I continued to admired the view with his back turned.

  Bastian had toned everything thanks to his diet and fitness regimen, and I stared at his body in awe. From his shoulders and back, down to his thighs and calves, every muscle was beautifully pronounced. I briefly wondered how much he exercised, and hoped my own body was good enough for him.

  “How do you like your eggs, baby?” he asked. I jumped in my seat, startled by his voice.

  “How'd you know I was here?” I giggled, and he turned his head to smirk at me.

  “Well, there's this thing called peripheral vision…” he began sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

  “So I'm 'baby' now?” I questioned with an eyebrow arched in curiosity.

  “Yes,” he nodded as he flipped the sizzling bacon. “We both have to get used to endearments,” he replied simply, then asked once again how I liked my eggs. I requested them scrambled, and minutes later he was serving them to me along with bacon and toast. He joined me at the bar with his over-easy eggs and a side of bacon. I could only assume his lack of toast was for dietary reasons since he clearly kept himself as lean as possible.

  “So do you cook all the time?” I asked. “Or just breakfast?” I was also curious how he could be so comfortable being completely naked like this. Eating eggs in the nude was yet another thing he failed to mention in the binder he’d given me.

  “Usually breakfast, and sometimes dinner if it's simple…like a salad,” he answered.

  “Okay, then, just breakfast,” I noted. “And do you usually eat breakfast naked?” I continued my questioning, both amused and fascinated by the same man I was pejoratively referring to as 'The Kraken' a week earlier.<
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  “Only when I plan on having sex afterwards,” he told me matter-of-factly, and my body reacted immediately. My temperature rose, and my nipples hardened in response to his blunt statement.

  “I, uh…oh…” I stammered.

  “Yeah, oh,” he smirked, letting out a low chuckle.

  I could barely focus on my meal after his post-breakfast sex comment. I was pretty sure Bastian was laughing at me the entire time he ate, what with his sly grins and quirked eyebrows.

  “Did I ruin your appetite?” he asked when he finished eating. I pushed my plate away realizing I'd only taken a few bites of my eggs.

  “No, you just reminded me of another appetite…” I purred, feeling my body ache for his touch again.

  Bastian quickly rose to his feet and scooped me from my seat into his strong arms, then proceeded to carry me from the kitchen to the bedroom. We didn't leave the apartment much that weekend, and I was perfectly fine with that since he was fantastic in bed. Suffice it to say, I didn't want to go into work come Monday. I would have much rather whisked Bastian off to a private island somewhere and stayed holed up in his arms for an entire week. He was the billionaire, though, and I hadn’t seen a dime of the money he’d assured me was coming. If anything, I hoped he'd be the one whisking me away somewhere exotic. I found myself unexpectedly falling for this man, and wasn't sure how I felt about that.

  * * *

  Bastian's driver chauffeured us to work when the weekend inevitably, and sadly, came to an end. Bastian was already in full-on work mode, rifling through a manila folder as we rode in the back of his car. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his top lip was captured by his flawless teeth as he hunched over and studied the papers he'd pulled out.

  I smiled at him, and fished my phone from my purse to snap a quick picture of his concentration face. He looked up at me with a look of suspicion, and he couldn't help but return my smile when he saw my expression.

  “What are you up to?” he asked with a curious grin.

  “I needed a picture of you for my contacts,” I shrugged. “I'm also going to change your name from 'Kraken' to 'Pookie,'” I smirked.

  “Please, can you at least think of a manlier title for me?” he laughed. “Or should I call us out of work, have the car turn around, and punish you in your bedroom?” he added suggestively.

  “Yes, actually you should do that,” I replied eagerly, grinning wide.

  Bastian bellowed laughter again, and was about to say something when my phone startled me by ringing in my hand. I glanced at it, and my smile vanished when I saw who was calling.

  “Who is it?” Bastian asked, sounding concerned as he studied my tense face.

  “It's just my brother…” I shook my head dismissively. “But I haven't told him yet.”

  Bastian lifted his brow at me, and his mouth set in a hard line.

  “Jessica, you were supposed to have told him already,” he grumbled. “Immigration's already contacted me. Hell, they’ve even contacted my mother who's still over in Greece. They're beginning their investigation to make sure this is going to be a legitimate marriage. They could have already contacted him…” Bastian ranted, his frustration clearly mounting. My heart sped up in my chest, sending anxiety coursing through my veins. Knowing he was right, I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

  “Hey, Jay!” I nervously greeted, and forced myself to smile in hopes it would reflect in my voice.

  “Baby girl! How are you?” he returned my greeting with genuine exuberance. “It seems like I hardly hear from you lately,” he continued, now with a hint of complaint sprinkled in his tone.

  “I know. I'm sorry, Jay, I've just been really…busy,” I replied, and glanced at Bastian who was staring a crater into my face. He mouthed the words 'tell him' at me, and I waved at him dismissively.

  “Is that Kraken guy burying you under work?” Jay asked. I shook my head, closed my eyes, and let out a faint sigh.

  “Actually it's the opposite,” I paused and chewed on my lip nervously, deliberating on how I should break the news.

  “What do you mean?” my brother asked in confusion, and his voice couldn't be more of a question mark.

  “I mean…Bastian and I have actually been dating, and I've seen a whole new side to him. I don't know…he just isn't 'The Kraken' anymore in my eyes.” I stopped to take another deep breath before I told him, “Look, don't freak out, but he asked me to marry him and I said yes.”

  I clenched my eyes shut and waited for my brother to explode through the phone. I could feel Bastian's eyes studying me intently, awaiting my brother's reaction.

  “You're engaged?” Jay replied, sounding more quizzical than shocked or incredulous. What I'd said clearly hadn't sunk in yet, and when he processed it I knew he'd be far more upset.

  “Yeah, I am,” I answered with an enthusiasm that wasn't as feigned as it should have been. I really had developed feelings for the man somehow. They were in their nascent stages, but they were there. “We're getting married soon. I was going to tell you today or tomorrow, I swear. It's going to be a small wedding, and I want you there to walk me down the aisle,” I explained.

  The line went eerily silent, and I wasn't even sure if Jay was breathing. Thinking he'd either set the phone down or hung up in anger, I checked the LCD screen and saw that the call was still connected.

  “So, let me get this straight,” my brother finally replied. “You're getting married to the same man you called every name in the book and swore you couldn't wait to get away from?”

  I sighed heavily, unable to make eye contact with Bastian. The car had stopped outside of Bates Tower, and I felt his stare like a branding iron.

  “Yes, Jay. It turns out I was wrong about the guy.”

  He listened attentively as I recounted how I'd stood up for everyone in the office during a meeting, and how it had set off a chain of events that led to Bastian and I spending more time together.

  What I told him was true, for the most part—I’d simply lied about the timeline by saying our relationship had begun two months earlier. After hearing my lengthy recollection of our courtship, he offered a terse but telling response.

  “Mmmhmm,” he muttered skeptically.

  “You remember telling me how Tasha just walked into your life and turned on a light in your chest?” I asked him, hoping to convince him by offering a perspective he could relate to. “That no one else ever made you feel the way she did, and that you didn't want anyone else?” I continued with conviction. “Well, that's what it feels like with Bastian. He lets his guard down with me, and he's…amazing. Simply amazing.”

  “You sure you feel that with him, and this isn’t just some office fling?” Jay questioned, and I nervously held my breath while he spoke. His tone sounded like he was coming around and beginning to believe my story.

  “I'm positive, Jay,” I assured him, feeling awful for not only lying about the farce Bastian and I were putting on, but using my brother's love of his wife in the process.

  “Okay, then,” he sighed. “I'm coming to New York. I have a project in Manhattan anyway, and thought it would be a nice to bring Tasha and JJ along. A fun little vacation for them. I'll be meeting your future husband soon to see things for myself,” he said, and I finally glanced over at Bastian who was waiting in suspense.

  “That's great, Jay. I can't wait to see you. When are you coming in?” I asked, suddenly feeling queasy and trying not to throw up in the car. Jay, having helped raise me and knowing me better than anyone else, would sense that something wasn't right in seconds unless Bastian and I were spectacularly convincing. If anyone would uncover this sham of a wedding, it was my brother.

  “This week on Friday,” he answered.

  As we said our goodbyes, I sprinkled in some fake enthusiasm for his upcoming visit and ended the call before he could ask any more questions.

  “So…?” Bastian looked about ready to squeeze the information out of me, and I took a few deep breaths before filling
him in.

  “He believes me so far… I think. But he's coming into town for work, and he's bringing his wife and my nephew,” I told him, visibly shaken from the call. “He…he…wants to meet you…” I stammered.

  “So I'll take him out for a beer and convince him just as well as you did,” Bastian said, relaxing considerably. “After I spend a little time with him, he'll have no doubt we're madly in love,” he added resolutely. I shook my head slowly, and Bastian looked at me questioningly. “What?”

  “My brother is really perceptive,” I replied, my anxiety running in overdrive. “I'm sure he knows something isn't quite right about this. I just…I don't know.”

  I moved to get out of the car, but Bastian caught my arm and looked at me comfortingly.

  “It'll be alright, Jessica,” he smiled assuredly. “Remember what I promised? No one is going to jail, so just remember that and take a breath, okay?”

  I looked into Bastian's piercing eyes and saw utter control and calm. I immediately relaxed, and nodded with a small smile.

  “Okay…I trust you.”

  He let my hand go, and his expression clouded with some emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint that only lasted for a millisecond. He slid out of the car, and we headed through the lobby to the elevators together. Instead of going straight to his office as usual, Bastian veered off to meet with Nick. I settled into my desk, and Jeannie startled me by suddenly poking her head over our partition.

  “Hey, stranger!” I greeted warmly while looking up with a smile. Jeannie and I had grown close since I began at the firm, and I couldn't help but feel guilty for neglecting our friendship over the last week. That, and for keeping her out of the loop with the whole engagement thing.

  “You're the one that's a stranger,” she fired back. “Ever since The Kraken snatched you up, you've been missing in action, girl.” Knowing she was right, I gestured for her to come around to my workstation. She hurried to my side, and looked at me expectantly with a raised eyebrow. “Should I be worried that your relationship with him is unhealthy?” she asked.