Enchanted: (Billionaire Venture Capitalist #8): A Fake Fiancée Romance

by Ainsley St Claire

  I ease back enough to look up at him, and when I do, those deep blue eyes tug at something in my soul no one before has been able to touch. So soulful and expressive, those eyes have haunted my dreams since the day we met. “Thank you for inviting me.”

  His hands tangle in my hair as he pulls my mouth toward his. Those tempting lips crush over mine. His tongue, rough and hot, dips into my mouth when I open. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I reach for him. I can’t help but hold him, lost in the moment. Nothing tells me to stop as flashes of arousal course through me, erupting in my center and spreading through every limb and nerve ending.

  I want to continue, but I can’t. I reluctantly push myself away. “I should go.”

  A flash of hurt crosses his eyes. “I understand. The morning is all yours. We can go to lunch at noon and then head over to the lawyer's office.”

  “Okay… goodnight, William.”

  My lips are still on fire following that kiss. Holy shit, can that man make my toes curl. I lie in bed, unable to find the sleep my body needs so desperately. I hate when I change time zones and three hours brings on major insomnia. I wish I would have taken something to help bring on the sleep, but it’s too late. If I take something now, I’ll have a drug-induced hangover all morning. I guess that’s what happens when your body is used to staying up past two each morning.

  I stare at the ceiling and watch the shadows of the tree reflecting outside. I opened the curtains to watch the traffic around Rittenhouse Square Park, but it’s dead at this hour. Rarely do the lights of a passing car reflect on the ceiling.

  My mind wanders to everything that happened today. This was not how I expected my voice mail would turn out. My stomach churns with anxiety for William’s future dealings with his stepmonster. If his father’s attorney is warning us, then we know it’s going to be ugly. And now we are doing an advanced meeting.

  I remind myself I need to be affectionate, but I also need to keep an emotional distance. He’s the kind of guy who eats women like me alive, literally and figuratively. I have no doubt he’s a dynamo between the sheets—and the table, couch, shower, countertop, floor, car, and everywhere else you can have sex—but I also know he dates a lot. I believe he’s slept with a few of the girls at work. I can’t have my heart broken by him. He would just take all the pieces and grind them to dust, and I’m not sure I could go through that again.

  I really enjoy spending time with him, and dinner was fun. It wasn’t a place I expected. He seems to be a guy who is more comfortable in a tux at a ball than in a dark, seedy bar, so when he said casual, I was expecting a little café that might be kind enough to stay open for us since we arrived pretty late. He is a man full of constant surprises.

  I’m not sure when I fall asleep, but the last time I looked at the clock, it was after two. I won’t deny I debated marching into his room and jumping on top of him, but I also kept reminding myself what a mess that would create.

  The sunlight shines through the window, and I finally wake. It’s eight. Gerald and William were heading for a run about this time, so I wander into the living room in my extra-large T-shirt and panties with my computer under my arm.

  I see the table is set with bagels, fruit, and coffee. I need the caffeine to get my brain to put the synapses together—my body clock still is on Pacific time. I log onto my work email and begin working through the three-hundred-plus emails in my inbox.

  I don’t hear him return. I’m so involved in the challenges with one of our new clients until I hear him say, “You’re up.”

  I look up and see his hair is damp, and he has a post-run glow that makes him so delicious. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he sits down at the table next to me. Leaning forward, he rests his forearms on the table, his hand so close to mine, if he moves just a fraction of an inch, we’d be touching. But I don’t need to touch him to feel the heat rolling off him in waves. The same heat is rolling off of me.

  We look at each other, the air thick with sexual tension.

  Breaking eye contact, he suddenly stands. “You look like you’re working. I should go take a shower.”

  I watch him leave, and I can’t decide if I like the view of him coming or going better. The room feels colder now that he’s left.

  Chapter thirteen

  Quinn

  I can’t concentrate on my work. I keep thinking of him in the shower, and I wonder what he’s doing. I can’t help myself. My stomach tight, I rise to see what he’s doing. Smoothing out my T-shirt, I try to convince myself I’m doing the right thing. I want this. I want him. I want us—at least for this trip.

  Walking into his bedroom and then into the en suite, I see his reflection in the mirror. It’s distorted from the steam, but I can make out his beautiful body that looks like it’s etched in marble. My body quivers and my nipples pebble. I want to join him, but something is holding me back. It’s not too late to turn back. I watch him soap himself and wish I was there to caress him and do that for him. As he strokes his dick, I swear he says my name.

  He looks at the mirror and sees me. Our eyes lock, and a shiver runs through me. Too late to run and hide now. “May I join you?” I rasp.

  “Please do.”

  I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop my panties on the floor. Our eyes never stray from each other’s. Stepping into the shower brings his face only inches from mine, his breath warming my skin, causing a trickle of awareness to course through me. I smell the soap on his body and feel the heat radiating from him.

  My skin tingles, and I turn, trapped between his tantalizing male—very naked—body at my front and the hard, cool tile at my back. My muscles quiver as his lips brush my ear. Electrifying sensations run through my whole body.

  My fingers caress his hard pecs, and I can’t help but lean in and lick the water rivulets dripping from his nipples, and his moans spur me on. My hand travels down his body, finding his enlarged cock. William lowers his mouth to mine, his body hovering over me. He kisses me softly, and I open my mouth with a low moan, wanting more of him. All of him.

  “You look beautiful as always, Quinn.”

  I wash his body slowly and methodically, pausing to stroke him. I want to get down on my knees, but he stops me. “It’s my turn.”

  He takes the bodywash and lathers up his hands. Turning me around, he massages my back, and I’m quickly putty in his hands. His fingers caress every part of my body just enough to leave me almost begging for more.

  When he rinses away the suds, he twists and pulls at my nipples, and my hand instinctively goes to my nub, and I stroke myself and him. “I love how naughty you are,” he rasps.

  Exiting the shower, he wipes me down with a plush towel. I bend over the counter and present my ass to him, and his fingers tease my brown rosetta and invades my tight channel, pivoting in and out and rubbing at my sweet spot. The slick sounds echo throughout the bathroom. I moan my appreciation. It’s been so long. It takes only moments, and my entire body shudders as the waves of pleasure overcome me. He sucks his fingers of my juices, and I’m ready to taste all of him.

  Taking his hand in mine, I lead him into the suite’s living room. I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips, before I push him back on to the couch. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  William leans back on the couch, watching me as I disappear into my bedroom. I run my fingers through my hair and grab a condom before walking back out into the living room. He watches me place it on the side table, waiting to see what I do next.

  “Are you okay with this?” William asks.

  I sit next to him, folding my legs underneath me. This causes the towel wrapped around me to ride up, and his eyes are drawn to my exposed skin. “I’m more than okay with this.”

  Reaching for my hand, he gently rubs over it with his thumb. “I’ve wanted this ever since I heard your message.” He smiles and leaves a slow and lingering kiss on my palm before releasing my hand. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

  “I don�
��t feel that at all. I want this.” I lean in and kiss him softly. I only mean it to be a quick kiss, but as soon as my lips touch his, I can’t seem to pull back. I straddle William’s lap, my wet pussy rubbing against his cock.

  His hands slide down my back, pushing the towel away as he cups the curve of my ass. I want him. I want his cock inside me. He lifts his hips, teasing my pussy with his hardness. I moan into his mouth, and he squeezes my ass harder.

  I open my eyes to see William’s beautiful sapphire blue eyes staring back at me. Our eyes lock as I grind against him. “I’m going to come too quickly, unless you stop.”

  I don’t want to end our night too early, so I stop rubbing my pussy against his cock and begin trailing kisses down his neck and over his glorious chest, following the hairline until I’m on my knees and moving lower over his stomach.

  I sit here for a moment, running my hand up and down his thick shaft. It’s huge, and I’m not sure how far I’ll be able to take it in my mouth. It’s been a long time, and I’m just hopeful I don’t embarrass myself by doing a bad job. He watches me as I leisurely caress his dick, applying pressure to the underside of the base. I lean forward and slowly lick his tip, and he takes a sharp intake of air. His cock pulses against my tongue, and he lets out a groan of appreciation.

  I meet William’s eyes. He’s even more handsome naked than I imagined. His cock’s large and very, very hard. I lick it again and watch his fists clench against the cushions of the couch. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since Las Vegas.” I lick over its entire length, making sure it’s nice and wet. Then slowly slide down his cock, enveloping it with my mouth.

  William groans my name. “Oh God, Quinn, that feels so good. You’re going to make me… Oh shit, I’m going to come.”

  I ignore his warnings. I want this. My free hand moves to my clit, and I rub it as I stroke him faster with my hand and pull with my mouth. He moans loudly as he comes and spills into my mouth. I lick his cock until it’s completely soft and then kiss my way back up his body. I’m only just getting started.

  William wraps his arms around me and kisses me passionately. Then he stands, picks up the condom and my hand, and leads me into his bedroom, laying me down on the bed. My eyes are heavy with need as I look up at him. His hands gently caress my breasts, causing my nipples to grow hard, and my body to shudder with delight.

  William leans down and kisses me, beginning at my mouth and making his way down while rolling my nipples between his fingers and pulling at the nubs. He laves each one of them with his tongue slowly before resuming on his path. When he kisses my hip, I shiver beneath him. He leisurely caresses my hip with his tongue, and I moan loudly. Then he gently spreads my legs apart and kisses up my inner thighs. When he gets to my bare mound, he kisses my clit. I lift my hips to him and moan.

  My breathing is heavy, and when his tongue caresses my bare clit for the first time, bolts of electricity rush through me, and I arch off the bed. He grips my hips, holding me to him. He teases my clit—licking, sucking, and nibbling my hard bud. I’m crying out his name. Then I feel a finger invade my channel, gliding through my wetness. He adds more fingers, working in and out. Wet sounds fill the room as I writhe on the bed below him. He sucks hard against my clit, and my orgasm hits me hard.

  As I come down from my high, he slides back up my body and kisses me slowly, and I can taste myself on his lips. “You taste so sweet, Quinn.”

  Feeling his cock hard against me, I reach down to stroke his length, but he stops me, grabbing my hand and passing me the condom. I waste no time ripping it open. He watches me as I roll it on much more skillfully than I feel.

  “I want you inside of me, William. Please, I need you.”

  His lips find mine, and our tongues dance a delicate tango. William reaches down, aligning his cock with my entrance, and I slowly descend on him, taking it slowly inside me. It takes a few tries before I’m fully seated. I adjust to his size, then begin to ride him. I feel so full. With his hands on my hips, he guides our rhythm, pulling me down hard onto his cock. My head’s thrown back, and I’m moaning loudly every time I come down on his rigid cock. He reaches up to cup my tits as they sway before him and plays with my nipples.

  My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I cry out, feverishly riding William’s cock. He’s groaning loudly now, every time I slam against him. I collapse against him, and he rolls us over so that I lay beneath him. He thrusts into me in a hard, demanding rhythm of his own.

  “You feel incredible, Quinn, so tight and wet. I can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you.”

  His words turn me on even more. I pull him down and kiss him urgently. His fingers tangle in my hair and he kisses me back just as passionately.

  He groans his orgasm as he continues to thrust into me with long, deep strokes. When he’s satiated, he collapses on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows so he doesn’t put too much weight on me. His cock slips out, and he reaches for a tissue and wraps the filled condom into it before lying next to me. I roll over to snuggle closer to him, placing my head on his chest while we both catch our breath.

  We lay like this for some time. “This was unexpected and amazing,” he says, breaking the silence.

  “I agree.”

  He looks at the clock. “I’m starved. Shall we order in some lunch?”

  I nod in my euphoria. “I guess I should shower, so I don’t show up to the lawyer's office smelling like sex.”

  “I don’t mind.” He grins wickedly. The mischievousness in his eyes has me biting my lip. Leaning over, he kisses me deeply. “Don’t bite at your lip. I can’t tell you how hard that makes me, and we’ll never get to his office.”

  “Good to know.” I smile and bite at my lip while pulling on a nipple.

  He looks to the ceiling. “You’ll be the death of me yet, woman.”

  “I aim to please.”

  “You did more than please me.”

  Feeling completely ecstatic, I run off to the en suite in my room and hop in the shower. I’m humming a tune when I look in the mirror and see him watching me.

  “You have a beautiful voice,” he says.

  “I’m afraid if you join me, we may never leave.”

  “I agree. Lunch is here, and we need to leave in about an hour.”

  “I’ll be ready.”

  I really want to look good for the meeting with Lillian and her two sons and of course meet the lawyer. I’m swimming above my pay grade here, so I want to make sure I look like I’m somebody that William would date. I wear an expensive pair of black pants and a black top that has some cutouts at the top that make it look elegant. My Christian Louboutin black stiletto pumps are a few years old but still look good. I throw a gray pashmina over my arm and grab my Kate Spade black bag, and I’m ready for the afternoon.

  When I walk out into the living room of our suite, my eyes automatically zero in on William. He’s dressed in jeans that are baggy in the right places, a nice-looking oxford shirt with his sleeves rolled up, exposing a beautiful-colored ribbon at the seams, expensive loafers, and matching belt.

  He stands as I enter the room. “You look amazing.”

  “Thank you. So do you. I hope I've dressed appropriately for our afternoon.”

  “Well, as long as you have a fifth of bourbon or scotch in your purse, we’ll be good to go.”

  I shrug. “No bourbon or scotch, but I can see if I can get you a little flask of wine if it’s really that important.”

  “No, I’m just teasing. I just figure today’s going to be rough.”

  “I’m here for you—whatever you need me to do. And, if you’d like me to step out for privacy, please just let me know. Otherwise, I’ll stand by you and play the doting fiancée.”

  “Thank you. I may be distracted though,” he warns.

  “Well, I’ll just try to gauge your reaction and step out if it seems too personal.”

  His laughter is deep and hearty. “No, I’ll be distracted by all the things I still
want to do with you.”

  I shake my head and smile. “You really are very naughty, aren’t you?”

  “You did promise to suck my balls while you stroked me.”

  “I’ll put that at the top of the list today.”

  We take the elevator down, and he puts his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “In case I forget to tell you later, thank you for coming today.”

  Walking into the lawyer's office, we’re greeted like kings. They offer us drinks and snacks and seat us in a big conference room that overlooks downtown Philadelphia. The view is a little bit different than our hotel room but stunning nonetheless.

  As we wait for Henry Gray to arrive, William holds me by the hand and guides me to the window to point out the pieces of history here in Philadelphia. “That’s where the Liberty Bell is.” Pointing to another place, he says, “That’s where they signed the Declaration of Independence in Independence Hall.”

  It dawns on me that this is where America started, and I don’t even know the city. “You know, I’ve never been to Philadelphia before. I’d really love to do some really touristy things this week before we leave. Would that be okay?”

  “Of course, I’ll be your tour guide.”

  “I totally understand if you have things to do. I can always take a tour bus from the hotel. I don’t want you to have to feel like you need to entertain me. I can do a lot of that on my own. I hate to inconvenience you.”

  “It’s not an inconvenience. In fact, it’d be fun to show you around town. We take it for granted when it is here all the time.”

  Chapter fourteen

  Quinn

  “William!” We turn and face Henry Gray. He’s an older man, probably similar in age to William’s dad, and he’s dressed in a three-piece tailored suit. Walking in with a thick file in hand, he greets William. Holding his hand in his, he says, “First, I really am sorry about your dad.”