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

by Ainsley St Claire

  As we finish the last leg of our run, I remind myself of the things I do have going for me, trying to rid the self-doubt and to protect my heart.

  So he told Lillian that he loves me, that doesn’t mean that it’s true. He’s probably the type of person who uses that term easily. A lot of people will just say “I love such and such” when it actually means “I think such and such is amazing, or you’re great.” And we are playing at being engaged, so of course, he’s going to throw the L-word around.

  We stop at the corner, and I admire one of the engineering statues. An older gentleman is admiring them too.

  “Isn’t this amazing?” he says out loud, maybe to me, maybe to the wind.

  Gerald is carefully watching.

  The old man looks at me. “Look at how the wind powers the sculpture and makes all these other parts move.”

  “You’re right. I didn’t notice that.” I stare at it and start to see all the fine details of the art piece. Then I notice the small solar panels. “Look at that, the sun is making the little people run around.”

  “I didn’t even notice that. You’ve quite the eye for detail,” he marvels.

  “Thank you, but only things that fascinate me.” We stand side by side and point things out to one another. He seems to be a little lonely.

  “Are you from around here?” he asks.

  “No, I’m visiting with a friend.”

  “Philadelphia offers so much to see and do.”

  “I want to come back. Of course, I’d like another cheesesteak too.”

  “I hope you got one from Pat’s.”

  My mouth waters at the thought of the decadent sandwich. “We did.”

  We talk briefly for a few more minutes, and he tells me about his wife, who died many years ago and how he misses her, and his son, who is getting married soon, and how he hopes for grandchildren.

  “Well, enjoy the rest of your stay,” he says as we say our goodbyes.

  “Thank you.” Such a sweet old man.

  When I return to the room, William has left me a note saying he and another bodyguard have headed over to the lawyers to discuss what happened at the board meeting yesterday. It’s nice to have a little bit of time to myself. I can, hopefully, cross a few things off my to-do list.

  After a quick shower, I fire up my laptop. As I look through my emails—all two hundred and eighty-seven that have all come in the last day—I try to eliminate the junk mail, those that are CYA copies, those looking for my input, and those that need an immediate response. It’s overwhelming the amount of work that I have, then add the stress of this mole going after our clients, I start to feel a little nauseous. Sometimes just walking away and going to live with my dad in Pensacola sounds incredibly appealing. I’m on a break, and I already need another one. I can’t do this much longer.

  Chapter twenty

  William

  Loosening the tie at my neck, I take a deep breath and look out the car window. What a week so far. I got through everything I needed to with the lawyers regarding my dad and his company, and we set a plan for the estate. Lillian is going to be a train wreck. I still think the FBI is up to something, but I’m not letting it out of the bag to anyone.

  As I watch the crowds of people walking along the sidewalks heading to their individual destinations, I think about Quinn. I’m beyond pissed that Dumb and Stupid accosted her this morning, but thankfully Gerald was there to intervene. I need to talk her into making a report with the police. It was an assault from what Gerald tells me. Fuckers.

  I missed her today. She is the steady in this storm. I’m actually really excited to see her tonight. I thought about checking in with her all day but never really had a chance. Tonight we are going to relax, so I call the concierge and order pizza and beer. We can watch some Netflix, and I hope to get some chill time in. I don’t want to pressure her, but I also want to wake up with her tomorrow morning. Our little hideaway is going to end soon, and somehow, I need to figure out how to make this last longer.

  I walk in and see she’s dressed casually and working away at her computer.

  “You’re back. How did it go today?” Quinn asks.

  “We set our plan on how to manage Lillian.”

  “I’d call that productive.” She smiles and pushes an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Gerald told me what Dumb and Stupid did today.”

  “They were more words than physical,” she tries to reassure me, but I can tell they frightened her.

  “What did they want?”

  The color rises in her cheeks. “Just to get you to give your money to their mom.”

  I snort. “That only confirms that we have the right plan in place to deal with Lillian.”

  “Please don’t worry about them. They’re assholes.” She comes over and kisses me softly, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around her.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve ordered in some pizza and beers.”

  Reaching up, she rests her hands on my shoulder. It isn’t like she grabbed my cock or anything, but I still feel a jolt of electricity at her touch. I bask in the feel of her warm body pressed to mine. She lingers in my arms for just a moment before drawing away. “No, that sounds perfect. Go change, and I’ll put some makeup on so I don’t scare people and we can meet back here.”

  I nod and watch her disappear to her room. God, I love watching her coming and going. Running my hand through my hair, I wonder how I can convince her that I want more than this make-believe world we’ve built.

  I change into a comfortable pair of jeans. I’ve had them forever, and they have tears in the knees and holes in odd places, but I love them. I’ll have to throw them away eventually. I walk into the living room and see she’s wearing one of my button-down shirts. I unconsciously groan. She looks sexy as hell.

  “I hope you don’t mind. I’m out of anything but dress clothes.”

  I shake my head. She looks amazing, and I can’t help but stare.

  “What do you want to drink?” Her voice is just above a whisper.

  “Beer, please,” I manage, and she turns around and makes herself a drink and pops the top on my beer. I can only see her legs from just above the knee down, but they look smooth, like she’s just recently shaved and moisturized. There is just the barest hint of color, but I know from Gerald she was in the room all day today. She is blessed with a fantastic ass, and I want to reach for it when she bends down to place the drinks on the table in front of me. Her ass is hiding its full grandeur beneath the baggy shirt, but the wide neck of my shirt has slipped over one of her lovely shoulders and shows me another fun fact.

  She’s taken off her bra too. I swallow what feels like a bucket of sand in my dry mouth as she sits next to me. I do my best to maintain eye contact and not look at her body or reach for her tits, which look as if they’re dancing under the shirt. Who the hell cares about Netflix and dinner? My cock is ready to chill now.

  I want to reach out and put one of her nipples in my mouth while I play with the other. My cock makes itself known as it grows in my pants, only restrained by the button fly. I try to think of things that will deflate my cock—my stepmonster, my apartment, Owen laughing at dinner. Thankfully, it works.

  Taking a sip of my beer, I try not to choke on it as she pulls her feet up and crosses her legs. The shirt hikes up a bit more, and as she leans back and sips her drink, I notice the shirt press against one of her breasts, her nipple poking the shirt. I’m a goner—and hard as a rock.

  A knock at the door interrupts my naughty thoughts, and I get up and accept our room service. It’s a welcome reprieve from my desire to bend her over and fuck her hard. The pizza is outstanding, and I share with her all I learn today.

  When she’s done eating, she gets up and moves back to the couch, where a random movie is playing on the TV. I know if I join her, I’m going to jump her, no doubt about that, so I hang back, willing my cock, which is at half mast, to be patient and just wait. I don’t know wh
y I think it’ll listen to me since it hasn’t since I was twelve.

  “Are you going to just sit over there or are you going to join me?”

  “If I join you, it won’t be to watch the movie,” I rasp.

  Biting at her lower lip, she looks up at me. I’m done. In two strides, I’m sitting next to her.

  “Well,” she says, drawing out the word as she kicks her leg over me and settles astride my lap. I can feel her rock-hard nipples as she slides her body down mine. The heat between her legs settles over me. With her face inches from mine, she runs her fingers through my hair, and I struggled to breathe. My hands move by instinct, settling on her smooth thighs and pulling closer to me. She kisses me lightly on the upper lip, her half smile there again.

  “What do you think?” she says in a whisper.

  Fuck.

  We move at the same time. Our lips part and our tongues dance, gently at first. The desire between us is animalistic. My heart’s beating so hard I can hear it in my head. My cheeks are on fire, and I’m sure if I’m not careful, I’ll pass out. Her skin’s so hot as I move my hands up her thighs, stopping at the crease where her legs meet her little sexy panties. I let my fingers gently roam as our kisses become harder and more urgent. Her hips rock against my bulge, grinding on my cock, and I know her wetness will leave a spot on my pants. What a turn on.

  She finally breaks our kiss as I palm her ass, spreading her bare cheeks and caressing them roughly. We’re both breathing really hard, and our eyes lock as she moans and rolls her hips against me, keeping an agonizing pace—not too fast and not too slow. With one hand on her amazing ass, I run my right hand up the front of her shirt to her generous breast. She drops her forehead to my shoulder as I massage her tit, her rock-hard nipple poking against my palm as I gently but firmly squeeze, pinch, and pull at the erect nipple.

  “Fuck,” she breathes against my neck. “You do the most amazing things to me.”

  Three layers of rapidly soaking fabric is all that separates us from fucking, and that makes the tease all the sweeter, all the hotter as she continues to rock and swivel on my cock. Her pussy feels like it’s literally on fire as she increases the pressure, and I’m in heaven. My hand spreading her ass open is no doubt causing her lacy thong to ride against her clit, which is pressed between us.

  “This feels so fucking good,” she moans. She closes her eyes and sighs, her mouth dropping open. I can hear a wet noise from between our bodies as she moves. Her panties are completely soaked, and my dick can feel the wet spot she’s leaving on the front of my pants.

  “You have no idea how hot you are, how sexy you look right now,” I say honestly.

  She pulls back and takes my head in her hands, kissing me deeply, running her skilled tongue against mine before breaking the kiss and sliding back off my lap. A large wet spot on my tented crotch is evidence she’s just as horny as I am. My cock is so hard it feels like it’ll break if it isn’t freed from my jeans. She kneels in front of me and begins to undo the button fly.

  “I'm gonna say sorry in advance,” she says in a whisper as she gets the last button undone. “I’m not sure I’m very good at this, but I love the taste of your cock.” I lift my ass off the couch as she pulls my pants down and off.

  I’m not sure how to tell her that she is a rock star at giving head. As I try to formulate the words, I get distracted as she takes my cock in her hand and strokes it up and down. My cock is leaking precum pretty bad at this point. I’ve never had anyone who can hold a fucking candle to Quinn.

  “Does that feel good?” she whispers as I watch her through half-lidded eyes, and I nod dumbly as she brings her other hand up to gently play with my balls. I try not to scream when she suddenly leans forward, opens her mouth wide, and takes half of me in her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she bobs up and down on the top half of my cock. I try not to come right away, but my cock is already on fire and twitching in her mouth.

  There is something otherworldly about when a woman has your cock in her mouth, but it's so much more awesome if she seems to really be into giving you pleasure. The pressure builds after a few minutes of her orchestrations on my cock. Her cheeks hollow each time she bobs, and her tongue rolls around the super sensitive head, and, God, it feels so good. She lets out a moan from deep in her throat, and I notice her other hand, which has been on my bare thigh, is now nowhere to be seen, but I can see her arm working down below her waist. The sounds of wet skin on skin can be heard just above the wet slurping sounds as she bobs faster.

  “Fuck, babe, I'm really close,” I manage to say as she pulls off, sucking so hard at the mushroom head as she comes off it actually makes a pop sound. Like a tower of purple want, my dick is twitching, so full of blood and begging for release. She stops right at the cusp of my orgasm. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and think of anything to keep from exploding.

  “You’re really close, aren't you? Right at the edge....” Squeezing my cock again, she runs her flattened tongue against the underside, just below the head, and I bite my lip hard to keep from coming. She’s toying with me, and it feels so fucking awesome.

  “It’s my turn to play.” I’m going to eat her pussy.

  She cries out as I hook my fingers in the strings of her sopping wet thong and yank it off.

  “Wait,” she says, probably thinking I’m just gonna saddle up and pound her. Oh, she’s in for a treat.

  Her next words are lost as I grab her amazing ass, pull her cheeks apart, and clamp my entire mouth over her swollen-lipped pussy. God, I’ve missed this today—all of it, the taste, the smell, the texture of wet skin swollen with lust parted on my mouth. I lance my tongue as deep as I can, and I hear her catch her breath and then let out a long “mmmmmmmmmm” as she reaches back and pulls my head into her.

  I slap her right ass cheek, not hard enough to hurt her or make too much noise, earning a little yelp followed by a moan. I give her left cheek equal treatment and then slip my middle finger between her lips without any preamble. She’s soaked, her lips engorged and a little bit open, bent over as she is. She groans as I add another finger and sawing my arm back and forth, fingering her pussy. The wet, slopping sounds are crazy hot. She drops her head to the couch, and I hear her groan into the cushion as her pussy grabs my fingers like a vice and clenches them in a hard, wet rhythm. The muscles in her ass flex, and her little toes curled tight. I keep on until she pulls forward and dislodges my fingers, falling onto her back before surging up to her knees and ripping her shirt off.

  This woman is my kryptonite. She has poise and authority, and sex is literally dripping off her. She brings me to my knees.

  “Lay on your back,” I command in a stern voice.

  She looks down at my cock, still mostly hard and quickening back to its full rigidity at the sight of her sexy body.

  “Stay right there while I get a condom.”

  “I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m on the pill and have been for years. I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”

  My cock is hard. “I was just checked, and I’m clean. Are you sure?”

  She bites her bottom lip and nods. I grab her hand and lead her to the bed in her room. Although her smile is still there, I can see the seriousness in her eyes. I take hold of one of her nipples and gently squeeze it as she kneels on the bed and takes my head in her hands, pulling my lips to hers. God, she’s sexy.

  She laughs and drops back onto the mattress, presenting me with the most glorious view of her from behind.

  As I position myself between her legs and run my cock through her slit and over her only recently claimed clit. I sigh as my fat cock head rubs her clit again. Skin on skin is amazing.

  “I don’t want to come right away. I want to savor this,” I confess.

  “It’s your turn. You’ve given me three orgasms already. I'm going to be sore in the morning. Trust me, it's fine. I want you inside me. Now.”

  So direct. God, I love this woman. Yeah, I’m going to fuck her really
good and hard just the little bit makes me almost shoot my load.

  As I thrust my hips forward, I can see her reflection in the mirror behind the dining room table as she closes her eyes, and we both open mouths and groan together. Fuck. I’m completely seated in one push, like slipping into a warm, soft glove that holds on just tight enough.

  “Oh, yeah...,” she sighs as I dropped the full weight of my pelvis down on her, pushing as much of me as I can inside her. God, she’s wet and grips me just right; it’s incredible. I sit, buried up to the hilt for a second as I push myself back and see she has her eyes closed, pinched shut actually. I don't want to move; I just want to be like this for a whole day—savoring how she grips me, how wet she is, how hot her skin is. All of it. I pull back a bit and push forward again. Her eyes are still closed.

  “You okay?” I ask, not sure if I’ve been too rough.

  She laughs. “No, I'm good. It was just a lot all at once, and I haven't had... this much great sex… ever,” she admits. As she speaks, I move in and out of her just the last inch or so, back and forth, rubbing the head of my cock and shaft as deep inside her as possible. She groans again, and I bite down on my lip as her pussy walls grip me, clenching around me and pulsing a bit.

  “Yeah,” she whispers, “like that.” I pick up speed, still giving her short, even strokes.

  “Yeah, faster...,” she pants, her eyes clenched shut, and she’s holding on tight to the duvet. The sound of our skin slapping is building, getting wetter with each pass. I can feel the pleasure mounting higher and higher.