Fake Fiancé, Real Love: Fake Fiance Accidental Marriage Box Set

by Dez Burke

  She felt his hands on her hair, smoothing and caressing, on her shoulders, breasts and then lower, sliding his fingers into her wet passage. Tia bobbed her mouth on his cock with breathless abandon, her eyes glazing over as she felt his thick base stretch her lips as she took him deeper down the back of her throat.

  “Jesus, Tia. You’re killing me.” He gripped the loose curls on her head, doubling over to seize her lips in a kiss before he pulled away again. Tia smiled sultrily and lapped at his gorgeously tight balls, jacking his cock a few more times before lifting to suck him into her mouth once again, her cheeks hollowing out. He jerked within her mouth, his groin straining forward before once again, he drew out of her clinging lips.

  “My love, enough,” he rasped, bringing her to stand and kissing her with a molten sweetness that tightened the tension between them. Their hands began to scrabble at their clothes and it took under a minute to have them both naked and pressing against each other from neck to knee.

  “What do you want, baby?” Jordan crooned, cupping her face and pressing repeated kisses on her lips. “I want this to be extra special for you.”

  Tia knew exactly what she wanted. She had her hands on his chest pushing him down to sit upright on the couch before she straddled him, her knees resting on the cushions on either of his hips. She could feel his burning gaze as he gripped her waist. Tia rested on hand on his shoulder while the other hand reached behind her to stroke on his cock, making him growl deep in his throat. As she guided his tip to her wet entrance, he buried his face in her tits and squeezed so hard on her waist she felt he would snap her in two.

  Lifting her hips, she edged herself unto his cock and then sunk down inch by inch until he was buried halfway inside her. They both gasped, their eyes locking as her walls shivered around his pipe-like root.

  “Ooh f-fuck,” Tia moaned, easing her sheathe the rest of the way until her ass was bumping against his thighs and the whole length of him filled her to the balls.

  She cried out and arched her spine, feeling the volts of lightning shooting through her veins. He felt so deep, so good and so thick that she whimpered and instinctively started to spring up and down on his cock. Jordan’s arms wrapped around her like steel bands as he moved in unison with her, their bodies joined in perfect harmony.

  Each minute had their dance growing wilder and hotter. Tia heard her moans increase in pitch as his thickness felt ready to split her in half and yet leaving her eager for more. It felt exquisitely torturing to be so full and yet needing him to take her further and further past the brink. His lips latched to her nipples as they swayed in front of his face while her hips ground on his thighs, her ass slapping on his flesh with every downward bounce. His pumping thrusts met hers and he grunted against her succulent tit, their passion turning primitive.

  Within her inner walls, her lover pounded and rocked, taking her roughly and then smoothly in turns. The urgency of their passion sent them higher and higher until it felt like they were floating, twirling in their own cobwebby bubble.

  “I need you,” Jordan said huskily, plucking his mouth from her breasts and taking her lips instead, stealing a moan from her lips.

  “I need you too,” Tia gasped; shocked by the raw emotion in his eyes which was echoed in the feral thrust he pushed deep inside her core. She felt her eyes cross and darken.

  “Then tell me you love me,” Jordan commanded. “Tell me you feel this same sharp edge of pain in your chest that I do whenever I think I might lose you.”

  “You’re not going to lose me,” Tia whispered firmly, hips undulating silkily over his as she slid her clenching pussy along his throbbing member. “Yes, I love you, Jordan.”

  He groaned, his arms closing around her impossibly tighter. “I love you too. Like you wouldn’t believe. We can make this work, Tia. You and me.”

  Yes, Tia thought, clutching tighter to that battering stem turning her insides to liquid lava. She couldn’t catch a breath. Helpless to the warring sensations shuddering through her body, she clung to him and danced to the reckless tune overtaking her being. Tia tried to focus and caught Jordan’s blistering gaze as he matched her surge for surge.

  “Baby,” she whispered, unable to break that sweltering gaze of ownership as he claimed her with every stamp of his cock in her womb. The friction of flesh on flesh and the agony of pleasure swelled within her until she was bursting with the force of her screeching orgasm. She bucked wildly atop him, screaming out his name as she got lost in the maze of ecstasy.

  As she shattered to pieces around him, his cock jerked and swelled and then he was roaring out a raspy oath as he filled her with his cum. Tia’s walls spasmed as she felt him throb to a pulsating finish deep within her womb, bathing her channel with his potent heat. The world crashed to nothing but they were still standing, clinging to each other and merging their lips in a sloppy, unifying kiss of oneness.

  A buzzing sound filled the air and it took a while for Tia’s senses to clear and figure out what it was. Giggling slightly, she drew her mouth from Jordan’s. “My phone,” she explained, leaning to the side and reaching for the item buried in the corner of the couch where she’d flung it after ordering the pizza.

  Jordan’s hands were heavy on her waist and he was kissing on her shoulder as she answered the call. “Hello?” she breathed, still dizzy from their recent coupling with Jordan who stayed embedded within her still.

  “It’s me,” said Josie’s dry voice on the phone. “I saw a gorgeous dark-haired hunk making for your front door a while ago – and since no one has called the cops yet, I’m figuring you and your fancy man have kissed and made up. Probably done more than kissed but no need to fill me in with details.”

  Tia bit down a chuckle knowing full well her neighbor was itching to hear details. And then Tia remembered Josie had meant to come over to chat – until she must have seen Jordan making for Tia’s front door.

  Tia’s face went hot and she squirmed atop her lover who growled deeply as he ran his large hands down her back to cup her bottom with devilish entitlement.

  “Everything’s fine, Josie. We’ll um...talk later,” Tia managed, stifling a moan as Jordan bent to flick her thrust-out nipple with his tongue. His cock stirred deep within her and she shivered. He was insatiable.

  “Oh fucking right we will. I’m dying to know how I can get me a tall, tanned and tasty hunk like the one you’ve got holed up in there with you right now. Talk to you later honey and I’m glad things are good now with you and Jordan.”

  “Yeah...things are good,” Tia finished with a happy inner grin as she ended the call and tossed the phone aside. Jordan picked that exact moment to tug on her nipple wickedly with his teeth, nibbling on her flesh and making her whine.

  “I want you to keep believing that,” Jordan said gruffly, picking up on her last comment as he lifted his head from teasing her breast. “And that it can only get better. I want to let you into my world and you’ll take me into yours. We’ll share everything; nothing will ever come between us.”

  “Okay,” Tia breathed, nodding helplessly. The flames in his eyes seared her flesh. “And about something between us...Jordan, we didn’t use a condom. And I’m not on the Pill – haven’t been for months since I stopped uh...you know. Doing it.”

  “I understand,” Jordan said, his expression sober yet fiercely passionate. “Do you think you could get pregnant? I hope so.”

  He grinned. “We might as well make it official in some way. Because I fully intend to walk this luscious booty down the aisle very near in the future,” Jordan declared with a gleam in his smile as he scooped her generous buttocks in his hands.

  “Oh Jordan, seriously,” Tia groaned, half-humorously. The other half was filled with excitement and anxiousness for the future. He really wasn’t kidding. He really believed this could work.

  Heart singing, body thrilling, Tia decided with a heaving deep breath that she would start believing it too.

  TIA SHOOK HER HEAD at her only r
ecently forgiven best friend Alyssa. “Are you sure you can handle things okay while I’m gone?”

  Alyssa sighed and nodded exaggeratedly. “I handled it fine when you and Jordan went for that one-month honeymoon in February,” Alyssa reminded her. “We’ve hired a truckload of assistants and I’m no lightweight myself. Things won’t come crashing down the moment you get on the plane. Now hurry home before my brother decides to totally disown me. You know he doesn’t like you staying on too long at work.” Alyssa threw a grin over her shoulder as she headed out the door.

  “I hear you,” Tia had to say with a mild smirk as she rose easily from her chair on her high-heeled pumps even with the evident bump beneath her suit.

  She was five months along now and only beginning to really show and no matter how well she went about her day, Jordan seemed convinced she’d topple flat on her face if she didn’t slow down. Though since the doctor revealed they were having twins, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to heed Jordan’s advice.

  Grinning to herself, she knew that was why she’d decided to let Jordan convince her they needed to go away for a summer’s vacation in picturesque Italy. Jordan was intent on showing her and the babies a bit of the world, planning a trip which included a lot of visits to the opera, museums and historical locations within the region. In addition, he’d been busy with work in the past few months and decided they needed to rekindle their passion which he told her was never going to get the chance to wane even for a minute.

  Tia huffed thinking their passion was blazing just fine on its own, considering they’d made love almost every day since that afternoon he’d walked into her apartment what seemed like a lifetime ago. Three months after that, they were married in a lavish wedding ceremony well-attended by both their families and friends.

  Now they’d been married for almost six months and sometimes Tia wanted to pinch herself to be convinced it was all real. She had a gorgeous man who adored her and satisfied her every need in bed and out of it – and she was truly in love for the first time in her life with no sign of losing her starry-eyed passion for her husband that burned as hot as the first time they’d met.

  Tia shuffled up her things and had to smile to herself at what she had in mind for the evening before Jordan showed up in their beautifully designed home. He’d cut down on his workload to make it home earlier each day and Tia loved to have a hot meal waiting. Funny how well she’d fitted into the domesticated role which was fine with her because she loved to cook for her man.

  He proved handy with a hammer himself and had done up a large room for the nursery done in colors pink and blue – and yes they already knew the sexes of their little ones coming soon. Tia loved the room and could spend hours just walking around and looking at all the bits and pieces Jordan had set up inside the bright and sunny room. She could feel the love already embedded in every square inch and knew that the twins would feel it too the moment they arrived and were placed in their little prince and princess cots.

  Heading down to where her car was parked in the office lot, Tia smiled as she thought about how everything had happened. Meeting Jordan may have always been in the cards considering he was Alyssa’s brother. They’d have run into each other one way or another at some point in the future but Tia had to admit, the way things worked out gave their sweet romance a fascinating twist.

  It wasn’t always perfect; they’ve had their ups and downs like every normal couple even when they’d been dating. She’d been touched and surprised by the loving welcome from Jordan’s parents though hers were a bit wary when they realized their daughter wanted to get married to a man who was from such a different background. Her parents were a humble bunch who’d worked hard most of their lives to see their family through but in the end, Jordan convinced them with his killer charm that he would be the best son-in-law they could wish for.

  Checking on her watch, Tia sighed and hoped she’d make it home well before Jordan. Sometimes he surprised her by showing up earlier than expected with flowers or presents.

  “If I can tear myself away from work then so can you,” he’d say firmly with his hand smoothing over her bottom. Their doctor had assured them that a bit of rough sex and play was nothing to worry about and the adventurous Jordan enjoyed taking the advice on to the fullest as they both continued to enjoy the hot pounding sex that was still going as strong as that very first time.

  Tia couldn’t deny she enjoyed it immensely as well – maybe more than she should. They’d begun to explore more of a kinky edge to their lovemaking and Tia felt hot beneath her suit thinking the things they’d got up to in the past several months since they’d married.

  She giggled just thinking about when she’d found out what he’d done with the money she’d paid him as her gigolo – he’d never spent it and had kept it, he told her, with the full intention of using it on something they could both enjoy. Tia hadn’t found out what that was until much later and she had to admit, Jordan was right about it being for their mutual enjoyment.

  Under-the-bed restraints, fluffy hand-cuffs, naughty adult toys and other elements relevant to very deviant sex play were delivered to their door soon after their return from the honeymoon. And when Jordan asked if she thought his gigolo funds had been well spent, Tia greed that indeed they had.

  Since she’d gotten pregnant they’d had to cut down on a few of the games with toys but Tia was sure that knowing Jordan, he’d always think of something. And there was that Italian trip to look forward to in a couple of days and all of a sudden, Tia couldn’t wait to leave everything behind and enjoy a romantic holiday with her hot and sexy husband who’d more than lived up to each and every promise he’d made when he’d told her all those months ago that it could only get better.

  SKIN DEEP

  Copyright 2015 Dez Burke

  BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP. SO ARE SCARS...

  STOCK CAR RACING CHAMPION, Shane Davis had it all-money, fast cars and even faster women until a fiery crash changed everything in a flaming instant. Shane never intends to get married; not with the way he looks now. He knew no woman could ever love him and wasn’t about to find out if he was wrong. But when he needed a woman in his life to play a pretend fiancee for a few short weeks, he selected the one he felt would suit his needs with no strings attached.

  The first time Angela came face to face with Shane, she was taken aback by his scars but more so by his sizzling magnetism. The way he looked at her, with a searing heat made her simmer in secret places. This was supposed to be all about business, but Shane made it clear early on that he wanted much, much more. Angela was a smart woman and wasn’t about to let her hormones rule her common sense.

  But temptation called Shane Davis was a dangerous thing to resist...

  Chapter One

  The white-columned Antebellum mansion was gorgeous. Angela Neil had never seen anything so grand. She leaned forward from the plush passenger seat of the limo so she could better view the expanse of the grounds as the chauffeur rode around the circular drive. The one-hour ride finally ended; they had arrived.

  The shrubs near the front entrance of the mansion were being trimmed by a handful of gardening staff. Two expensive-looking cars, one an SUV and the other a Porsche, were parked just off the side of the three-story home.

  Angela took a deep breath and sat back against the warm leather.

  What was she setting herself up for here? Her agent, Megan Shaw had been vague. Something about an interesting job that would require Angela’s acting skill. Angela had wanted names and details, but Megan had said the client preferred to maintain discretion and privacy until Angela had the chance to meet him in person.

  Angela was intrigued.

  She didn’t get this kind of strange offer every day. To meet a rich guy at his fancy Nashville mansion to discuss a mysterious job proposal. Angela’s brow furrowed. If she didn’t trust Megan so much, she’d never have agreed to even go along with this encounter no matter how much he was willing to pay.

  It didn’
t help that she happened to be out of acting work at the moment. Not to mention being flat out broke with the bills piling up every day. It wasn’t that Angela succumbed to the age-old vice of living beyond her means. Instead every penny she made went toward her father’s assisted living facility.

  A good paying job would be very helpful toward paying down a few of her bills. Getting decent care for her father was the most important thing in the world to her and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to provide for it if she could.

  That didn’t mean she was desperate though. When she’d pressed Megan for more information, Megan had stood firm. “All that’s required is a little bit of your time, Angela. You can be assured of your safety as I won’t put you up for something questionable. I’m quite sure you’ll be interested in what this potential client has to say. It won’t hurt for you to go listen to him.”

  “You’d better not be sending me to something fishy,” Angela had replied. If this was some eccentric moneybag trying to get her attention so he could proposition her, she’d strangle someone.

  Angela couldn’t exactly call herself a star, but she did have her share of crazy offers from rich men who believed that just because she was a struggling actress, she could be treated like a cheap lay. She’d received a few indecent proposals in the past and she wasn’t entertaining such rubbish if that was the case.

  This time, Megan had sounded offended. “Just trust me, okay? I’ve always had your best interests at heart and this is no different. You don’t have to agree to anything at this point; just go to the interview. A driver will be sent to pick you up at three tomorrow. Be ready.”