Then I reached the apex of her thighs and groaned.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
There was nothing between my flesh and her soft, warm sex.
As I slid my thumb down over her clit and sank into her wetness, I said the obvious. “You’re not wearing panties.”
“I like a smooth look,” she said, her voice breathy, head tilted to the side.
She definitely liked the smooth look and I appreciated the hell out of that. She was silken smooth everywhere, fully waxed, and I stroked inside her tight body, knowing there was no way I was taking her to the bedroom.
I needed her here. Now.
Abruptly I pulled my hand back and she gave a cry of disappointment.
But I needed to dig in my pocket for my wallet and retrieve a condom. I undid my pants while I kissed first one corner of her mouth and then the other. She shivered and I eased her dress up further.
“That’s it, daddy,” she said. “Give it to me.”
Never in my life would I have thought that would turn me on, but the way she looked at me, her full raspberry lips parted, her eyes bright and glassy with arousal, her nails digging into my arms, it was like a vise around my cock. The way she said it wasn’t submissive or breathy or whiny. It was demanding, a power move. Which made it even hotter.
I lifted her knee up onto my hip. “Say please,” I told her, teasing my cock against her clit.
She gasped and turned her head to the side. “Please,” she murmured, almost as an afterthought as she enjoyed me stroking over her taut little button.
I stepped back from her, easing her leg back down, and she snapped to attention. She turned her head and gave me a look of reprimand. “Why did you stop? I said please.”
“Say it like you mean it.”
Felicia took a step forward off the wall, and ran her hands across my chest, smoothing my shirt. She eased the shirttail from the waistband of my pants. Then she took both sides of the shirt in a tight grip and ripped them apart. Buttons went flying. My cock got even harder.
“Please?” she said, voice low and seductive and very naughty. “Please give it to me. Daddy.”
I was done. Beaten at my own game. I hauled her leg up against my hip, catching a very sexy glimpse of her black leather boots. Then I pushed her back against the wall, and thrust inside her.
We both moaned, the low cadence of mutual pleasure. Her body felt amazing, tightly wrapped around me.
I lost all sense of time, of the tightness in my calves, of the cool air around us. Hell, I lost all sense of me. I just drowned in Felicia, in the pleasure she gave me so easily, just by being her. Pounding into her, her shoulders hitting the wall each time I did, I gave myself over to the rhythm as she made the most delicious sounds of ecstasy in the back of her throat.
My balls were tight and I was so ready to explode but I tortured myself by holding back. I wanted her to come first. I brushed my palm over her nipple, before tugging down the neckline of her dress. Easing her breast out, I rolled and squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She gasped and I knew I was on the right track.
It only took a few seconds and she was gripping my ass with two hands and crying out in unbridled pleasure.
The sound was all it took for me to join her.
* * *
After all the pieces of me had shattered and somehow reassembled themselves back into a whole human, I just leaned against the wall and tried to remember how to breathe. I wasn’t sure what it was about me and Michael but our chemistry was incredible. I’d never experienced anything like that, where a man could get me there so quickly with really no foreplay.
My hands were trembling as I eased off my tight grip on his ass. My legs were shaky. I was out of breath. And my whole body felt electric.
He had to practically peel me off the wall. My tit was still burst out of the top of my bra and my dress was bunched around my waist. Given I was still wearing my over-the-knee boots my toes were pinched forward in them, and my calves were burning. None of which mattered in the slightest.
“Holy fuck,” Felicia.” Michael rubbed his jaw with one hand and removed the condom with the other. “That was hot.”
“To say the least. I don’t think I can walk in these boots.” I felt like a narrow reed swaying in a breeze. My equilibrium had gone to hell.
Michael ran his eyes up and down the length of me. “You’re not taking them off. Not yet anyway. I absolutely one hundred percent plan to fuck you while you’re naked except for those boots.”
His words made a shiver run through me. I wasn’t going to object to that.
“So there’s only one thing to do.” He reached out and scooped me up into his arms.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Such a problem solver. I admire that about you.”
He kissed me. “One of these days your sarcasm is going to get you into trouble.”
“I feel like that day is today.”
“One hundred percent.” Michael carried me to the bedroom and deposited me on his bed.
Had I really told him we couldn’t have sex for a month? That seemed insane as I sat on the edge of the bed watching him strip fully out of his clothes.
But I had to stick to my demands because this was about stalling on my visa, not falling in love.
That was a hard concept to grasp when he stood in front of me fully naked, all hard muscles, and thick cock. He pulled me up off the bed and against him, covering my mouth with demanding kisses. He unzipped my dress and tugged it so it fell to the floor.
I’d been hopeful we would wind up back at his place so I’d chosen a black bra designed to give a boost to my cleavage. And no panties, as he’d already discovered. So it was easy for him to unhook the bra and get rid of it. Then I was in nothing but the very sexy boots. Paired with a designer dress, they were pretty smoking hot.
With nothing else on?
I felt like a porn star.
Michael clearly liked the look too. He swore and pushed me back down onto the bed.
Then he leaned in and stroked his thumbs on the spot right above where the boots ended a few inches above each knee. The soft brush of skin on skin in the cool room made me shiver. I felt deliciously exposed, raising my arms over my head, arching my back as he shifted his touch higher and higher up my thighs.
Michael’s lips followed the path of his thumbs and I shifted, restless, wanting more. But he skirted my inner thighs and went to my hip, then waist. By the time he reached my breasts, both hands teasing at each nipple, I was softly moaning.
“Michael,” I said, eyes drifting shut. “Please.”
His body was over mine, hard and masculine and heavy, and I wanted him. All of him.
I was startled when his fingers entwined in my hair and he tugged, hard. “Look at me.”
He sounded rough and dominating. I loved everything about it. Heat bloomed in my pussy and I wanted him so damn much. I stared up into his dark eyes. He had his gaze locked on me as he stroked over my clit and inside me, ensuring I was ready.
Then he lifted my leg onto his hip and replaced his finger with him. The full, thick, rock solid length of him.
I gave a soft cry of pleasure.
He rested, deep inside me, nostrils flaring. Then he started moving, a fast, driving pounding that had me resting the palms of my hands on the headboard as he drove me up the bed. I felt him everywhere, a commanding presence, a deep pleasure.
“How do you like being engaged?” he asked.
“I fucking love it.” I punctuated the point by exploding, a shattering orgasm ripping through me. After I cried it, I asked, breathlessly, “You?”
“Best decision I ever made.”
After he came, Michael fell on top of me, and I didn’t even care that he was crushing me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. I just needed to feel his weight on me, to be grounded. After a second though, he rolled off with a sigh.
“Felicia.”
“Y
es?” I pulled my hair out from under his shoulder, nipples still hard, legs trembling.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. And I’m going to fuck you again in five minutes.”
Yes. Goosebumps raced across my skin. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll be sure to be up on all fours in five minutes then.”
* * *
I groaned. She was giving me a smirk that did all kinds of things to me. I pulled her on top of me as she gave a shriek of protest. “Hey.”
“Hey nothing. You are going to kill me. But it will be worth it.” I kissed her. “Now let me feel your skin on mine while I close my eyes for a minute. No complaining.”
She didn’t complain. Instead, she started shifting. Teasing. Rocking her hips against mine. There was no way I was going to relax or rest with all that action going on. She had me hard again in less than two minutes.
Gripping her hips, I flipped her off and onto her stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “It hasn’t been five minutes yet. Though I should have set a timer.”
I stroked my hand over her tight little ass and gave her a light smack. All that creamy white flesh above those black boots was just too fucking much to resist. “I don’t need the whole five minutes. Not with you being you.”
Felicia rose up onto her knees. “Notice my sheer obedience here.” She shifted her knees apart and put her palms on the mattress.
I swallowed. Hard. Her dark hair was cascading over her pale back and I had never wanted a woman as much.
“Duly noted,” I said.
Then I grabbed her hips and joined us in hot, mutual passion.
An hour later, we were both completely depleted, and Felicia was asleep next to me, boots finally off.
All I could think was that I’d met my match.
I had just over a month to convince this amazing woman that she belonged in New York permanently. With me.
Eight
“Does anyone notice anything different about me?” I asked my friends, making a point to raise my hand and rest it on my chin so the engagement ring was prominent.
“Did you get your brows threaded?” Savannah asked, sticking a plantain into a bowl of guacamole.
We were in a cute little hole-in-the-wall in Williamsburg, around the corner from Savannah’s place.
“No, but I’m glad they look manicured.” I fluttered my fingers. “Guess again.”
“Is that a real diamond?” Leah asked, leaning across the table. “Are you testing that out before you list it?”
“Oh my God,” Savannah exclaimed. “How did I miss that ring? It looks like an engagement ring.”
“It is.” I had to admit I was having fun with the reveal, even if it was a fake engagement.
“Did I tell you the guy I’ve been seeing, Ryan, has a cock piercing?” Dakota said. “I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it.”
“That just seems arrogant to me,” Isla said. “Like that his dick is so awesome it needs jewelry.”
“Right?” Dakota shook her head. “It’s supposed to be for added stimulation but I don’t know. It feels like a Hail Mary pass in the fourth quarter.”
They had turned the conversation and I felt monstrously disappointed. “Stop talking about dicks!”
All four of my friends eyed me like I had lost my shit. Which, I guess I had.
“I thought you just got some sex,” Dakota said. “Why do you sound so angry? You should be relaxed.”
I wouldn’t have put it that way, exactly, but they were totally missing the point.
“Because I was trying to tell you something and you turned the subject to penis piercings.” I stuck my hand out, displaying the ring. “This is not a consignment ring. This isn’t for work. I am engaged to be married to Michael.”
“Who the hell is Michael?” Dakota asked, tossing her blond hair back.
I wanted to do a facepalm.
“What?” Savannah screeched.
I mean, it was an actual screech. They probably heard her in New Jersey.
“I thought you just met him the other day,” Leah said, sounding bewildered. “He was the group text guy, right? The one who had your iPad?”
I nodded. “Yes, I just met him in person a few days ago, but we had talked online for several weeks back in October.” I made a face. “And then when he reached out to me about his wife’s clothing, I responded in a DM as me.”
“Wait a minute.” Savannah gaped at me. “This just happened? I have a boyfriend, I can’t have a profile on a dating app.”
I’d given her the wrong impression. “Oh, don’t worry, you don’t! I deleted it ages ago. I messaged him directly. And I confessed immediately to Michael. Like, literally within five minutes of being in his flat. So he knows it was never you, but me the entire time.”
“Okay, good, because that would have been fucked up.”
“All of this is fucked up,” was Isla’s opinion. “What are you doing, Felicia?”
“Getting married?” I asked, trying to figure out what was the right tone. Playful? Crazy in love? Neither seemed very me.
“No, no one is getting married,” Isla said. “Wrong answer. You can fuck him, you can date him, but you are not marrying him. Not now anyway. Talk to me about it in a year.”
Exactly. “That’s the plan. I have no intention of marrying him tomorrow.”
Everyone seemed to give a collective sigh of relief.
Dakota shook her head. “Girl, you had me scared there for a minute.”
“I am moving in with him though.”
Savannah choked on her iced tea. “What?”
“That is not happening,” Isla said.
I went into defensive mode, because really, hold on a second. They had some nerve judging my fake engagement. “Leah met Grant in October and she just moved in with him. That’s two months.”
“She knew him before that,” Isla said.
“No, she didn’t! He was a diner customer she waited on. She didn’t know him.”
“She has a point,” Savannah conceded. “And Mad is already living with me, too.”
“He was your nanny,” Isla pointed out. “You’ve known him almost your whole life. You knew he wasn’t a psycho freak.”
“Michael isn’t a psycho freak,” I said. “He’s a normal guy. A surgeon, who grew up on the Upper East Side, his parents are still married. He’s charming and polite and fantastic in bed.”
“He was very polite,” Savannah said. “Though now I feel completely weird about the fact that I went out on a date with your fiancé.”
“Don’t call him that,” Isla said. “This is insane.”
“Michael doesn’t like to date and we had an instant connection,” I said. “I’m lonely and I hate dating too. Is this really so bizarre? After a month living together we’re going to know if we want to be together or not.”
“This is about your visa, isn’t it?” Leah said, slamming her wineglass down so hard it was a shock it didn’t shatter. “Javier told me your visa is expiring. In forty days. Oh, shit, Felicia! I thought you just had to renew it or something. Are you saying you have to be engaged to stay in the States?”
“What? No!” Savannah looked horrified.
Isla looked grim.
Dakota looked confused.
“I can’t say anything,” I said, lifting my eyebrows pointedly. “In case anyone ever asks you anything. You don’t know anything. Understand?” I winked in a manner so exaggerated I probably looked like I’d been poked in the eye.
Isla swore.
Leah’s mouth fell open. “I understand. But… are you sure?”
I wasn’t sure which part of it she meant specifically but I nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I have a massive crush on Michael and that hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s getting worse. This isn’t a hardship. I really, really enjoy his company.”
“I don’t want you to get deported,” Savannah said. Her eyes were filled with tears.
“I don’t either,” I sai
d emphatically. “I didn’t leave London on the best of terms last go round.”
“Give me Michael’s name and address,” Isla said. “I’m running a background check on him.”
I nodded. “That’s fair.”
“What do you think he did? Do you think he killed his first wife?” Dakota asked.
“Oh my God, you think he killed his wife?” Savannah looked scandalized and like she immediately believed it was the truth.
I rolled my eyes. That had totally got out of hand. “He did not kill his wife. She had cancer. That’s a bit hard to fake.”
“But you don’t know that, do you?” Dakota asked. “You just have his word.”
For a split second, they had me wondering. Then I shook my head. “No, stop. How could he get away with murdering his wife? That’s absurd. Oh, and I met his brother, who also seems normal.”
“I wasn’t thinking murder,” Isla said. “More like domestic violence charges or multiple secret lives in different states.”
“That is also absurd. He’s a physician, he doesn’t have time to have multiple families. Again, it’s fair to run a criminal background check. I fully support that before I move in with him.” Though I was going to be gutted if he turned out to be a horrible human being. “Now can we all be happy for just a minute that I’m not being deported and I am having great sex with a man I find utterly charming?”
“Of course we can,” Savannah said.
“I will always drink to great sex,” Dakota said, lifting her margarita.
“I’m happy for you,” Leah said. “You were there for me in my darkest hour when I freaked out that my relationship with Grant was moving too fast, and you were right. I was letting fear rule me and look at how happy I am now. Just because it’s fast doesn’t mean it’s not real or right.”
That touched me. “Thanks, Leah.”
It was fast.
But it wasn’t real.
And it might not be right.
I was doing it anyway because… what if it was?
* * *
“You’re marrying the girl you met on a dating app who lied to you about who she was. Have you completely lost your fucking mind?” Sean demanded as we walked down Fifth Avenue together.
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