Temporary Wife : A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Tara Crescent

  “Zoe.” He gave me a rebuking look. “You really need to learn patience.” He straddled me again and took a sip of his drink, and then he lowered his head over my nipple.

  I felt an icy sting on my skin, and my eyes flew open.

  Oh. My. God.

  He held an ice cube in his hand, and he was laughing at my reaction.

  And the only thing I could think of was, I am going to die of lust.

  “Ryder,” I cried out. The shock of the cold was a sharp contrast to the warmth of his tongue, and my desire heightened and peaked. “Oh God.”

  His lips lifted into a smile. “I’m flattered, Zoe.” He trailed that ice cube slowly down my chest, circling each nipple. I pressed into him, trembling, squirting, rocking my hips against his body. “Ryder,” I panted. “Now. Please.”

  He set his glass aside, before sliding down to his knees on the floor. My skirt was pushed up, and my panties yanked down. He pushed a finger into me, groaning as my greedy pussy gripped him. “So tight,” he marveled, burying his face between my legs, his tongue licking a broad swath up my slit before circling my clitoris.

  My fingers curled into a fist as pleasure enveloped me. He pressed his finger inside me, then added another one. “I can’t wait to be in you, Zoe,” he said, his voice muffled against my inner thigh.

  “Why wait?” I asked him, my voice rising to a pitch as his fingers twisted and pushed on my g-spot. My body grew rigid with tension, arousal coiling tight in my core. With each stroke of his fingers, I climbed higher and higher toward release. He worked my clitoris with his tongue and his teeth until I was a panting, mindless mess.

  My nails dug into the leather, so hard that I was afraid I’d tear his couch. Pressure built in me, and I couldn’t hold on, not even if I wanted to, and let’s be honest, I didn't want to. An orgasm with a vibrator was one thing but my rabbit, beloved as it was, couldn’t match the feeling of his fingers and his mouth.

  “Oh God Ryder, I’m going to come,” I panted. I shrieked as the dam broke, my release washing over me in powerful, shuddering waves. My muscles clenched around Ryder’s fingers, and my thighs pressed against his head. I’d never come so hard in my life.

  He didn’t let up, his tongue skillfully extending my pleasure, keeping the waves from subsiding, until I finally groaned and pushed him away. ‘Stop,’ I begged him. “No more.”

  He grinned and slid up next to me. “Did you just move your hands, Zoe?” he asked.

  Shit. “I did.”

  “Disobedient girls get punished, Zoe.”

  Okay. I was torn between two choices. One, I could get the spanking Ryder was clearly promising me, and I couldn’t lie - that sounded really hot. Then again, he still had jeans on, and I wanted him in me, damn it. I couldn’t wait anymore. “You could punish me,” I purred, running my hands over his bulging erection, stroking his thick length. “Or, you could get a condom on and put your cock inside me.”

  He considered that, and I stroked him hard. “Come on, Ryder,” I wheedled, squeezing his cock. “Lose the jeans. You know you want to.”

  His face scrunched with pleasure. “You little minx, I’m absolutely punishing you later.” He got to his feet and disappeared for a second, before returning with a condom. I watched greedily as he shed his jeans and briefs, and his hard length finally came into view. Oh God, he was huge. So large that I had concerns about whether he was going to fit.

  I was going to be feeling this tomorrow.

  “I want you so much.” I didn’t take my eyes off his dick, the thought of tomorrow’s soreness ramping up my arousal. “You’re so big.” My fingers worked at the waistband of my skirt as I spoke, and I pushed it down my hips. “Take me, Ryder,” I whispered, spreading my legs for him.

  His eyes glittered with heat. “You are fucking perfect, Zoe.” He rolled the condom on and tugged me to the edge of the couch, positioning me so that one of my legs was braced on the floor and the other flat against the back of the couch. His fingers gripped my hips, and the tip of his cock just barely entered me. “Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers clenched shut, his face distorted with desire. “Fuck.”

  But I wanted more than just the tip of him. I wanted his whole length in me. “Stop teasing me,” I growled.

  His lips quirked into an amused smile at my tone. “Yes, Zoe,” he said obligingly, then he slid into me, excruciatingly slowly. I felt every inch of that unhurried, leisurely, thorough penetration. “You are so fucking tight,” he groaned.

  He pulled out and thrust back in again, faster this time. Sparks ignited in me. “Harder,” I begged. “Oh god Ryder, that feels so good. You feel so good.”

  He tightened his grip on my hips and increased his pace. Each stroke, each thrust was deep, hard, powerful. Mewling noises escaped from me as his cock pounded into my pussy. This wasn’t just good. This was amazing and glorious and fantastic and the best sex ever.

  His muscles rippled as he fucked me. Sweat beaded on his skin, and I wanted to lick off each drop. The leather created a delicious friction against my back each time he thrust. His fingers reached down to tease at my clitoris, and my muscles stiffened. A cyclone of desire built within me, rising, threatening to break loose and overflow. I couldn’t believe it - I was going to orgasm again. “I’m coming,” I gasped out as I shattered.

  My pussy contracted around his cock, and he moaned. His hands were at my waist, and he quickly flipped me onto my stomach, lifting me up so that I was on my hands and knees on the couch, my shoulders resting on the arm rest. “I’m not going to last long, Zoe,” he rasped as he mounted me from behind.

  He was so deep. Each stroke was hard and a little painful, but it was the kind of pain my body craved. I found myself pushing back against him, A different sort of heat was building at my core, deep within me, one I’d never felt before.

  Then his thumb grazed my ass.

  I gasped out, and he chuckled at my reaction. “How naughty are you, Zoe?” he asked me, his finger continuing to rub a slow circle around that tight passage.

  Very naughty. This was so wicked, so wanton. As his finger pushed into that forbidden hole, my body quivered and my breath caught in my throat. “Do it,” I panted, overwhelmed with longing and desire, mindless with lust. “I want everything.”

  “Fuck,” he swore, his body stiffening. “Oh fuck Zoe, you have no idea what you do to me.” His pounding picked up speed, and my own pleasure intensified, my orgasm taking me by surprise.

  “Ryder,” I cried out, gripping at the cushions. My body slumped in release, leaving me limp and sated. Ryder wasn’t far behind. As I came, he ground his dick into me with a shout of release.

  For some reason, I’d thought the aftermath would be uncomfortable. That we’d share moments of awkward silence, then I’d leave his place, feeling embarrassed by my loss of control.

  It was nothing like that.

  “I didn’t pout, you know,” Ryder said easily. We were both slumped on the couch, catching our breath from the incredible sex. I was trying to summon up the energy to get up and put my clothes on. “About your assumption that I was going to stray.”

  “You totally pouted,” I teased.

  “For under a minute,” he shot back, a smile in his voice. “Then I got over it. It wasn’t an unreasonable train of thought.”

  “You really would have gone six months without sex?” I looked at him curiously. “I’m making assumptions about you again, but you don’t seem like the kind of guy that goes through dry spells that last that long.”

  “I don’t.” He shrugged. “I’m not saying it would have been easy, but I’m a grown man. I can keep my dick in check.” He chuckled. “Though I’d have been at city hall every day, to try to shorten the approval process.”

  I ignored the pang that shot through me. This marriage was a business transaction, nothing else. Yes, the sex had been incredible, but Ryder’s words made it clear that there was an expiration date. As we both had agreed. Ryder Drake wasn’t part of my future.
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  There were many reasons why I shouldn’t have said the next few words. Yet I plunged ahead. “So, sex,” I asked, turning toward him and burrowing my face in his shoulder. “We’re both adults, right? Do you want to keep having it?”

  He chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who blushes as much as you, Zoe.” His voice turned thoughtful. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to.”

  “Ryder, I don’t know if you noticed, but I had a pretty good time.”

  “Pretty good time, thrice,” he corrected smugly. “But you know what I mean. I don’t want to cross any emotional lines, Zoe. I can be a single-minded bastard sometimes, but I don’t want to hurt you deliberately.”

  It was a warning that I should have heeded. “I’m a big girl,” I said instead. “I can take care of myself.”

  “You absolutely can,” he agreed. “I have no doubt of that.” He pulled me on top, so I straddled his hips, and he looked at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Once again?”

  “I can’t.” There was real regret in my voice. My insides were going to be sore tomorrow morning, but wow, it was so worth it. “My grandmother will be expecting me back home. I don’t want her to worry.”

  “Okay.” Give him credit; he didn’t sulk. He lifted me off him. “You better get dressed,” he said, getting to his feet with a wry smile on his face. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.”

  Brad would have never given you a ride back. He would have left you to fend for yourself.

  Where had that thought come from? This wasn’t about Brad. “I can catch the streetcar,” I said. “It’s late.”

  “Of course not, Zoe.” He dragged his jeans on, and I shamelessly watched his abs ripple as he wore his t-shirt. Drool-worthy. “Also, I have something for you downstairs.”

  I forced my mind away from carnal thoughts as I followed him to his living room, where he handed me an envelope. “There are a couple of credit cards in your name,” he explained. “Oh, and a questionnaire.”

  “A questionnaire?”

  “Likes, dislikes, that kind of thing. I filled one out today; it’s in there. The more we know about each other, the more convincing we’ll be.”

  Again, I ignored the pang I felt. What Ryder was saying made sense. I hardly dated, and I certainly didn't spend a lot of time daydreaming about it, but I assumed I'd fall in love and get married one day. When I thought about the ways I’d get to know my future husband, a questionnaire hadn’t ever been on my mind. This was just so different.

  “That's a good idea.” I was proud at how calm my tone was.

  “Three more things,” he said. “First, this.” He handed me a large rectangular box.

  “What’s this?”

  “A present for you.” There was a smile in his voice. “Open it.”

  “Ryder, you don’t need to get me things,” I started to protest, then my voice trailed off. The box had a laptop in it. A brand-new, gleaming, silver laptop.

  “You’ll need it for college,” he said. “You can’t keep trudging to the library to use their computer.”

  “Thank you.” I bit my lip. “This is very thoughtful of you.” Tears were welling up in my eyes, and I ducked my head so he wouldn’t see me cry. No one other than my grandmother had ever bought me a present before. I needed a few minutes to gather my composure.

  “You’re welcome.” His voice softened as he noticed my expression. “Hey, hey, Zoe,” he soothed, drawing me into his arms, “what’s this about? It’s just a laptop.”

  “You listened,” I sniffed, resting my cheek against his chest. “When I said I was at the library yesterday. You didn’t have to be nice to me…”

  His hands stroked my hair. “I promise not to do it again,” he quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Ryder Drake probably didn’t have women dissolving into tears in his arms every day. No doubt he thought I was a whack job.

  “I’m sorry.” I pulled away and dabbed at my eyes with a tissue. “I don’t know why I’m so emotional.”

  “It’s a lot to process,” he said gently. “You don’t have to do it by yourself. I know you don’t have anyone to talk to about the circumstances of our marriage, but please, don’t be a stranger. I want to help.”

  He was being so nice, and I was at risk of crying again. “You said three things,” I prompted him. “What are the other two?”

  “You need a car.” He handed me a sheet of paper with several car dealerships listed. “My assistant Paige can make appointments for you. Will you go test drive a few models this week and pick something?”

  “Ryder, you can’t buy me a car.”

  His expression hardened. “It would set off a firestorm of gossip if my wife took the subway everywhere,” he said. “Please be reasonable, Zoe.”

  Of course. What was I thinking? He was a billionaire, after all. The rules were different in his world. “Sorry,” I said stiffly, trying not to feel like I was drowning. Think about grandma, I reminded myself. You’re saving her house. “You’re right. I’ll make the appointments.”

  “Thank you.” He turned away to open a drawer, and he pulled a small box out. A small, ring-sized box. My heart started beating in my chest. This was it. The moment of no-return. “Zoe,” he said, a trace of hesitation in his voice, “will you marry me?”

  I gazed down at my engagement ring. It was beautiful, a massive yellow diamond, surrounded by a ring of smaller clear gems. It was obviously expensive. And when he slid it on my finger, it fit perfectly.

  I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t speak. The blood pounded in my head, and I felt faint. So far, I’d avoided thinking about what I was doing. I’d distracted myself by thinking about how good life would feel without the property tax debt hanging over our head.

  Now, with the gem on my finger, I couldn’t hide from the fact that I was about to enter a marriage of convenience with Ryder Drake.

  And I was terrified.

  12

  Ryder

  With the recent upheaval in my personal life, work had really been pushed to the back burner. I swore to myself on Tuesday morning that I’d catch up. The number of emails in my inbox alone was enough to make a grown man weep.

  “Ryder,” my assistant Paige smiled at me in greeting as I walked in. “Coffee?”

  “Please.” I hadn’t been at work yesterday afternoon - I’d needed to meet with Ben, my personal lawyer, to get him started on drafting the contract between Zoe and me. Caffeine would be required to get through the accumulated backlog.

  She followed me into my office in a few minutes with a steaming cup. “Your schedule is jammed today,” she said, taking a seat in front of me and looking at her calendar. “The Vancouver developers needed to meet with you urgently. They’re showing up in thirty minutes. Joe Wilder is the project manager - he’s going to be in it too, but he let me know it’s a cost issue.”

  “If they want to haggle, they can go elsewhere,” I said flatly. “Sorry, Paige. I’m sure Joe’s already told them that.”

  “I asked, and he said yes. He thinks the clients need to hear it from you.”

  “A fucking waste of time, but okay. What else?”

  She sighed. “The Drake Towers team is requesting an emergency meeting.”

  “Why?”

  “Between you and me, Steve’s being a whiny little bitch,” Paige retorted frankly. “He doesn’t want to add in a park. He thinks the design is perfect as it is.”

  I stifled a grin. I’d brought Paige with me when I moved to Toronto from London. She was forthright and had a mouth on her, and she was worth her weight in gold. Paige knew everything about Drake & Partners, and I trusted her completely. “They better have something for me,” I said grimly. “I’m not in a mood to listen to their excuses. It does not take a week to put in a park and a playground.”

  Paige rolled her eyes. There was no love lost between Steve Sinclair and her. “One would think,” she said dryly. “Oh, by the way, I hear you are ge
tting married.”

  I almost spit out my coffee. “How on earth did you find out?” I thought only three people knew. Gigi. My lawyer Ben. And Zoe, of course.

  “Bianca Russo called to set up a meeting with you next week, and she told me,” she replied. “I’m a little hurt that I didn’t hear it from you, Ryder.”

  I looked up at her tone. “Are you serious?” I asked her. Paige and I got along fine, but our conversations were restricted to work. We didn’t talk about our feelings, for crying out loud.

  She cracked up. “Just fucking with you, Ryder. I know how private you are. Christ, you should have seen your face. Congratulations, by the way.”

  “Good thing you are good at your job,” I grumbled though I was grinning. It was hard to stay mad at Paige. “Speaking of my fiancée, Zoe’s going to need to buy a car. I gave her a list of dealers. Can you set up appointments for her to test-drive them, please?”

  “Sure thing, boss.” She got to her feet. “I went through your email, answered most of them, and highlighted the ones you need to respond to.”

  “Perfect.” I was already scrolling through the list. “Thanks, Paige.”

  She cleared her throat. “In all seriousness, Ryder,” she said on her way out, “I’m really happy for you.”

  When she left my office, I massaged my temples. What a tangled web I was weaving…

  Just as Paige had suspected, Steve Sinclair had nothing. I looked at the design alteration in front of me. It was a travesty. All Steve had done was chop off six inches on all four sides of the building to create a sliver of extra space. A playground? This was a pathway.

  “What is this?” My voice was dangerous. “What happened to the sketches I sent you?” I’d left the town hall meeting inspired by the possibilities. I’d drawn out a playground that effectively integrated outdoor space along with a portion of the indoor space on the first two floors of the building, and I’d sent Steve my concept drawings.