Husband For Hire (A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance)

by Caitlin Daire

  “Dec! That feels so…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

  “Fuck, Liv…”

  I started to pound into her with wild abandon, knowing how close she was already. I could feel it in the way her tight pussy pulsed around me, ready to contract when she climaxed. “Yes, like that,” she moaned as I moved faster and faster. “Oh…”

  Every muscle in my body strained and flexed as I kept hold of her and worked at her body, quickening my pace as I pushed into her again and again. Liv tried to open her legs even wider for me, and I grunted as she began to shudder again. Her arms were still up by her head, but they were pressed against the headboard now so that her whole body pushed back on me every time I moved within her.

  Her pussy tightened around my cock, and pure bliss shot through me as I felt her come on me, gushing juices all over me. The way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open made me desperate to come too. She was maddening, intoxicating. Simply unbelievable.

  I stilled and grunted, my eyes squeezing shut as I found my own release, Liv’s muscles still contracting around me. “Fuck, baby…”

  Her expression was pure pleasure, and I knew mine had to be much the same as I finally rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as I recovered.

  “That was amazing,” Liv said, her voice low and breathy.

  I grinned and rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow so I could look down at her. “Yeah. It was.” I nodded. “Absolutely fucking amazing.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Olivia

  “Morning, sleepy.”

  I rolled over and opened my eyes. Dec was sitting up, looking down at me as the early morning sun peeked through the curtains of the empty resort room we’d sneaked into last night. It’d been two weeks since we first had sex, and we’d probably screwed each other senseless in every spot we could, including this room on the top floor.

  There was some sort of strike going on in the TV industry at the moment, and Wed At First Sight had been put on a short two week hiatus along with many other shows. Because it was going to start filming and airing again soon, the network realized it was cheaper to just keep everyone on the island rather than pay for us all to fly home for two weeks, then fly back again. As such, we were all getting what was essentially a free two week vacation with zero filming/recording and zero expectations.

  It was bliss. Sunshine, good food, and lazy fun for everyone. Well, not so lazy for Dec and me, considering our recent antics, but shh….

  The best part of it all was that my mom had been gone for most of the strike after choosing to fly back to the network to help negotiate the end of the strike. It meant Dec and I didn’t have to worry about being caught and eviscerated by her for the time being, although we sneaked around anyway just in case any loyal crew members saw us and told her.

  Things had been strained between us before, but it was now getting to the point where I didn’t care what she thought of me at all. The way she was using a dying twelve-year-old girl as a bargaining chip in order to keep a trophy husband made me feel sick. I didn’t see why she couldn’t just give the money to Dec’s family for Amelia, seeing as it was my father who screwed them out of most of their businesses when he was alive. Mom was being selfish and horrible, in my opinion, and our relationship was hanging by a thread now.

  That thread would snap the minute she realized what Dec and I were up to, but I was past the point of caring. We were going to stay on this show and win the damn thing, whether she liked it or not. She couldn’t have us thrown off without jeopardizing her own position, and she couldn’t void our contracts. In order for the network to recognize us as real contestants (as they had to) we’d had to sign real contestant contracts just like everyone else, so for all intents and purposes we were real contestants.

  Honestly, part of me actually couldn’t wait to see Mom’s face when she finally realized that she’d screwed herself over by arranging all of this….and also her face when she realized her suspicions were correct and I was in fact sleeping with ‘her’ fake husband. But not now. We wanted to get as far ahead in the competition as we could without her knowing, because the second she found out, she was bound to start sabotaging us any way she possibly could.

  So for now, it had to remain our sexy little secret.

  “Morning, handsome,” I murmured, reaching up to stroke Dec’s chest.

  “Morning,” he replied. “I just realized something. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long, but you know what?”

  “What?”

  He winked. “You can tell people you waited till you were married to have sex.”

  I giggled and playfully elbowed him. “Oh, shut up.”

  He chuckled. “Filming starts again today,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “We’re gonna have to be a lot more careful.”

  I frowned and got off the bed, letting the sheets fall off my nakedness. “I thought it was tomorrow.”

  Dec got up too, encircling my waist with his arms. “Nope. Today’s Monday. They’re turning all the cameras back on and making us film a luncheon.”

  “Shit. I thought it was Sunday.” I yawned. “That means Mom is due back this afternoon.”

  “Yep.” He nuzzled my neck. “Anyway, we need to be dressed and downstairs in an hour for filming to start.”

  I smiled. “A whole hour? I don’t think it will take us that long to shower and get dressed.”

  “Depends what we do in the shower,” he replied with a wink. He smacked my ass, and I arched one brow.

  “Dirty old man.”

  “Naughty little girl. Go on, get in that shower.”

  I giggled and let him chase me into the bathroom. When the water was hot in the shower, I stepped into the large enclosure, Dec trailing behind me. He pushed me up against the tiled wall, and his mouth crashed down on mine, our bodies pressed tightly together, hands roaming over each other’s skin. We got lost in our kiss as the water streamed over us, tongues teasing, lips clashing, fingertips stroking.

  To my surprise, Dec suddenly picked me up, still holding my back against the wall as his strong arms supported my weight. My legs straddled his waist, my entrance dangerously close to the tip of his hard cock. He lifted me just an inch higher, and I let out a low moan as he brought me back down on him, filling me up with his hardness.

  His hips rocked against mine, and I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails in as he filled my tightness. If I did this with anyone else, I would worry about slipping and falling, but I trusted Dec. I knew he was strong enough to hold me. He’d never let me go, never let me fall.

  His lips crashed down hard on mine again, possessing my mouth while his hips rocked back and forth, slamming into me harder and harder while he held me steady. I sighed with pleasure as he filled me again and again, groin bumping up against my clit with each hard movement. Our connection was so intimate, so perfect. I never wanted this to stop. Never wanted to let go.

  Dec slowed down, deliberately keeping me away from the edge to tease me.

  “Dec,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair with one hand.

  He grinned and put me down before spinning me around. Gasping, I pressed my hands up against the cold tiles as Dec made me arch my back. I felt his hands tightly gripping my hips seconds later, and then he was inside me again, fucking me hard from behind, making me cry and whimper with pleasure as he hit the right spot over and over.

  One rough hand snaked up to my breasts, pinching my right nipple hard. I clenched in surprise, and Dec let out a growl. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  My mouth dropped open as he moved faster. “Yes, Dec. More. Give me more!”

  He gave me what I wanted, driving into me with such brutal force that I almost broke a nail from how hard I was pressed up against the tiles with each powerful thrust behind me. My pussy clenched around his cock again as I came hard, and I whimpered his name. “Dec…yes…oh my god, Dec…”


  The sound of his own grunting pleasure was heaven to my ears. All I could focus on was the pleasure ripping through me then, making my whole body go numb with ecstasy. I could barely even feel the scalding hot shower water falling over me.

  Dec pumped into me one last time before pulling out and blowing his release all over my back and ass. Then he pulled me back around, hands immediately going to my shoulders as he kissed me, fingers making small circular motions on my skin. I sighed softly with pleasure as I broke the kiss a moment later.

  “So much for getting clean in the shower,” I said, smiling devilishly as I washed my sticky back.

  “I never said anything about getting clean,” Dec growled, pinching my ass.

  I giggled. “True. But we better hurry. Gotta go downstairs pretty soon.”

  He nuzzled my neck, making goosebumps spring up all over my arms. “We’ve got time for one more…”

  ***

  “Welcome back to Wed At First Sight!”

  Chase smiled at the cameras while the contestants all sat awkwardly at a large lunch table on the bottom floor of the resort, wondering what came next. Mom still wasn’t back yet—her private seaplane was scheduled to land at four o’clock—so two smug-looking senior producers were standing on the side of the room directing everything.

  “After a two week break, our remaining eight couples are relaxed and ready for more. So today, we’re going to throw them in the deep end with a bit of an interrogation. A fun interrogation, though. Couples, please look in front of you. Under your plates are envelopes. Open them.”

  We all located our envelopes and tore them open. Inside each one was a slip of paper with questions written on it.

  “Oh, lordy,” Shayla whispered from the other side of me. “This’ll be interesting.”

  Interesting was the correct word for it. The questions were things like, ‘If you could leave your wife for another contestant’s wife, who would you pick?’, ‘In the time that you’ve been on the show, have you ever breached your spouse’s trust?’ and ‘Have you ever fantasized about another contestant’s husband?’

  Fighting quickly broke out amongst the more dramatic contestants like Hayley and Yvonne, and Dec and I sat and watched the proceedings with amusement. When the camera panned to us, Dec winked and spoke up. “We don’t need to worry,” he said. “No matter what questions they throw at us, we’re strong enough to not feel insecure in our relationship. We’re stronger than that.”

  He wasn’t wrong.

  Yvonne and Hayley glared at us from their position at the table and sneered as they heard him speak, obviously realizing how bad they would look to viewers with their petty squabbling over whether or not their fake husbands would sleep with anyone else.

  When the lunch was finally over and all was said and done, it was already half past three, and I was exhausted. Two of the male contestants had ended up getting into a fist-fight, which Dec helped break apart, and Hayley had lost yet another hair extension in a screaming catfight with another woman. Honestly, it was tiring to watch, and so predictable too. The producers knew exactly what they doing.

  Dec and I headed upstairs to our regular room. “We keep going like that and showing the viewers how strong we are together, we might seriously win this thing,” I commented.

  “We are gonna win this thing,” Dec replied, giving my hand a quick squeeze.

  I heard hurried footsteps behind us a moment later. “Liv! Declan!”

  We turned to see Shayla following us. When she caught up, I raised my brows. “What’s up?” I asked.

  She held up a little black computer flash drive, her blue eyes wide. “You’re really gonna want to see what’s on this.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Dec

  I ushered Shayla into our resort room, forehead crinkled into a confused frown.

  “What’s on this thing?” Liv asked, gesturing to the USB drive in Shayla’s hands.

  “I told you, I’ll show you when we get inside. Your TV is like the one in my room, right? It can take cables and flash drives?”

  I nodded. Every resort room had a fancy media setup where the TVs could be connected to all sorts of devices. It was great for guests who wanted to do stuff like play a movie off Netflix using their phone. Obviously we weren’t allowed phones or laptops while we were participating in the show, but a USB should still work on the media center.

  I took the drive from Shayla and plugged it in. The TV screen remained a plain blue color for a moment, and then suddenly an image popped up. There was no sound, but the image was clear as day. It was a CCTV-style recording of the interior of the resort hut Liv and I stayed in on our first night here on the Starling Islands….and also where we went to have our first experience as a real couple two weeks ago.

  I watched in horror as my argument with Liv silently played out in the living room. Then the frame quickly snapped to the bedroom, where I saw every salacious little detail of me taking Liv’s virginity.

  “What the fuck? Those cameras weren’t meant to be on that day!” I turned to Shayla. “How did you get this? You haven’t showed anyone else, right?” She was Liv’s best friend on this show. There was no way she’d do something like that, but I had to ask just in case.

  She shook her head in response. “Of course I haven’t showed anyone!” she said. My shoulders sagged with relief. So did Liv’s, until a smug smile spread across Shayla’s face. “Yet,” she added.

  My frown deepened. “What the hell do you mean?”

  She smiled, and I saw Liv’s face turn white. “I’m talking about how I’ve known your deal from the very start. I know you two were just backup contestants brought in at the last minute to fill out the numbers so the show could go ahead. I know you’re really the exec producer’s daughter, Liv, and I know you’re her husband, Dec. I know everything.”

  Liv’s hands trembled by her side. “Why…why haven’t you ever said anything? I thought we were friends.”

  Shayla sneered. “You know the saying. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I wanted to see how it would all play out before I said or did anything. Honestly, I thought you two would be gone by now. That was the original deal, right? Just play backups for a few episodes, then get yourself voted out? Bow out gracefully? But you haven’t done that. So I figured it was high time to get rid of you.”

  My hands balled into fists by my side, nails almost breaking the skin of my palms. “How the hell do you know all this? How did you get this footage?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” she said smugly. “What matters is that I know everything, and I have all along. I knew how popular you would both be as soon as I saw you, so I knew there was a chance you wouldn’t get voted out quickly. So I had to get close. Sabotage you; get you out of my way. I’m going to win this show with Peter. Not you two. I’m gonna make sure of it.”

  “Peter? Your husband’s name is Paul.”

  She waved her hand. “Whatever. I always forget it. He’s not my real husband. He’s just a means to an end.”

  I gritted my teeth. Christ, she was a good actress. She made herself out to be a charming Southern belle looking for love when really she was an absolute fucking snake in the grass, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

  “You’ve been sabotaging us from the start,” Liv said softly. “That day when we went hiking….you convinced me to go in the wrong direction. You hoped we would fail the challenge and get voted out quickly. I bet you’ve been trying to sabotage everyone, haven’t you?”

  “Aww, look who’s catching on,” Shayla said with a sarcastic smile.

  “You set us up,” Liv continued, her lower lips trembling. “You made sure I went to the hut that day two weeks ago. Made sure Dec was there too. You knew what would happen between us.”

  Shayla laughed. “No shit. I saw the chemistry between the two of you. A tiny little push was all I needed to get you into a compromising position.” She motioned to the TV screen. “Anyway, I gather you two don’t want
Ellen to see any of that, right?”

  She was correct. Not because I was actually cheating on Ellen—our marriage was a sham, after all—but because we couldn’t have her knowing about us just yet. Everything could blow up in our face if she did.

  “No, we don’t. So what are you going to do, Shayla?” Liv asked, her voice shaky. “Blackmail us, make us do stuff for you to help you win?”

  “No. Blackmail is too clichéd. Too messy. I’m just going to show Ellen the footage outright,” Shayla replied, her voice icy cold. “It’s not official show footage, because those cameras weren’t meant to be on, so she won’t see it otherwise. No one would if I didn’t show them.”

  “Can we keep it that way? Please?” Liv begged.

  Shayla smiled. “Naw. She’s due back in about twenty minutes, right? I’m going straight to her office and waiting. As soon as she sees that little sex tape, you’ll both be off the show for good. Out of my way for good. Then it won’t be hard for me to win. The other couples are mostly morons. I can get them out of my way easily enough.”

  Fuck.

  Ellen couldn’t easily remove us from the show, because the contracts were laid out so that we could only leave via viewer voting or emergency. But if she saw that footage, she was bound to come up with a way somehow. I was pretty sure I knew how she’d do it, too. She’d cut the money to my family off, and Amelia would have to leave her treatment program. Then she’d get very sick again, and that would be enough to constitute a family emergency, which would get me off the show early. Liv, too, seeing as she was my ‘wife’ on the show.

  Shayla really had us over a fucking barrel. Amelia, too. If anything happened to my little sister because of this scheming bitch, I didn’t know what I’d do.

  “Don’t show her,” Liv begged. “Please, Shayla! You don’t understand what’s at stake here. Dec’s sister…”