The Merger: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance (Playboys of New York Book 3)

by JA Low

  Holy shit, I’ve never in my life been so wet. I’ve soaked the fucking bed. This man is a finger-banging wizard.

  “Keep going, Emma.”

  No. No. No. I thrash against the restraints, but he does it—one last time.

  My vagina is done for. She’s never worked so hard, giving the performance of a lifetime right here. The sound of ripping echoes around me, but my vision is blurred. I feel something thick between my thighs, then I’m full, and it’s that quick. My eyes open as I realize Anderson is inside of me, and he’s staring down at me. His hand shifts and wraps around my throat again.

  “Such a good, good girl.”

  The tiniest bit of pressure is applied, and with that, my pussy clenches around him. He grins, then thrusts methodically with perfect timing. My pussy is a bundle of oversensitive nerves.

  “You’re so beautiful, Emma.” Anderson’s soft words are a contrast to the hand around the throat. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.” My eyes flutter closed as he hits the right spots repeatedly. I can feel myself becoming wetter as if my vagina is crying for more of his magic penis wizardry. He pulls at every erotic sensation going on in my body as if he’s the damn maestro of my vagina’s pulsating symphony.

  Anderson’s hand tightens the closer he gets until he’s finally pushed over the edge. His raw crescendo of moans echoes through the villa. His body falls exhausted, his face beside my cheek where soft lips press against my skin. “That was one of the best fucks of my life.” His honesty makes me smile as I slowly drift off, utterly exhausted.

  6

  Anderson

  Blinding light stirs me from my sleep. Moving to get up, I realize my arm is stuck. My eyes fly open, and that’s when I see the dark hair nestled into my chest. Panic laces my body as I realize Emma and I have spooned all night, and my stomach rolls a little.

  “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” Emma’s husky voice pulls me from my panic attack.

  “Yes. Slightly.”

  She rolls over, her breasts press against my chest. She looks up at me with those gorgeous jade-green eyes.

  “I don’t cuddle after sex either. So, this is kind of new territory for me, too.” Her hand then travels between my legs, wrapping around my morning wood, making me hiss. “But we were exhausted,” she adds, her hand gliding up and down slowly.

  “It was fun.” The panic is still swirling around me as I try and let her down easily. As I said, women say they are into a one-night stand, but I find that once my dick has been inside them, for some reason, feelings happen.

  “Yes, it was.” As she rolls me onto my back, then straddles me, my dick is standing at attention, the traitorous bastard. Emma reaches out and grabs a condom. Next thing I know, she has me sheathed and is slowly sinking down on my dick.

  How the hell did that just happen?

  “Relax, Andy.” She smiles at me as her perky tits hypnotize me with their jiggle while her pussy slides over my dick. “Once we leave this villa, the night is over, okay?”

  She feels so good. Reaching out, my fingers pluck at her pert nipples.

  “Your double-dipping is safe.” She smirks. “I promise, I won’t be hitting you up for seconds.”

  Her comment feels like a sucker punch to the stomach. I am unsure why—it’s what I want. What I always want. But she feels so good riding me.

  Emma’s in control this morning, and to be honest, I don’t mind at all. I like a woman who knows what she wants and takes it, especially when my dick is involved. Emma moves over me, gliding me into the position she wants, so my dick hits the places it needs to. Once she’s found it, she begins riding me like a fucking rodeo queen.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She slaps my chest.

  This is all about her. If I get off, then that’s a bonus.

  Emma’s pussy squeezes me until I can’t take it any longer, and we both come simultaneously. She continues riding her orgasm out on me, and then Emma leans over and captures my lips between her own.

  “It’s been fun.”

  Running my hands down her naked back, I give her ass a squeeze in the process. “It has.” Those jade-green eyes stare down at me, and I totally get lost in them. “How long are you staying on the island?” The words are out before I have a chance to realize what I’ve said.

  “A week. But don’t worry, I won’t cramp your style.”

  “Same.” That’s all I say. Otherwise, I will say something I will regret in a minute and go against every rule I have.

  Emma swings her legs off of me. “Just going to grab a shower, and I’ll be out of your hair.” She disappears into the bathroom, and I dispose of the condom.

  I contemplate joining her. I mean, we still have half the box of condoms left.

  It would be a shame to waste them.

  7

  Emma

  For the sake of Chloe’s mental health, we have tried to steer clear of the boys after she walked in, hearing Noah talking about her. I get that she’s upset over what Noah said, but he’s just some random person she met on vacation. Who cares what he thinks. But she isn’t in the right frame of mind to see things clearly at the moment.

  Ariana has moved into Chloe’s room to be by her side. I love my girl, but I also like my space. I’ve run into Anderson a few times, once with a sexy blonde on his arm. I gave him a thumbs up across the pool because he did look a little freaked out when he saw me. The other time was when I was walking back from the beach and then now.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, you.” I wrap my towel around me and loop it into the top.

  “Sorry about the other day.” He means the blonde by the pool.

  “Hope you had fun.” I give him a genuine smile because I wasn’t bothered.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Shrugging his shoulders. “I ended up having to hide for a couple of days because she wanted more.”

  “Guess that’s what happens when you have a gorgeous dick.” Anderson raises a brow at me. “I can appreciate your dick from afar. Don’t get weird on me.”

  He laughs. “You enjoying your stay?” he asks, changing the subject.

  “I guess. The resort is gorgeous, but my friends…”

  “Are man-hating?”

  “Yep, pretty much, and I get it, I really do. But come on, we are on a gorgeous island with a ton of single hot men, we should all be embracing it.”

  “Have you been embracing it?” Anderson asks, looking me over.

  “Of course. A girl has needs, plus I don’t want to give myself carpal tunnel from flicking the bean too much.”

  Anderson bursts out laughing. “You are really something, you know that?”

  “One of a kind, or so I’ve been told,” I reply, smiling up at him.

  Goddamn, I wish he didn’t have a stupid double-dipping rule because I honestly wouldn’t mind fucking him right now. Silence falls between us as sexual tension swirls all around us.

  “I better let you go.” Taking myself out of the situation before I throw myself at the poor guy, he lets me go, and I’m a little bummed he doesn’t stop me.

  “Ems…” Yes, I throw up a silent ‘thank you’ to the vagina goddess above. Stopping, I turn around. “What room are you in?”

  “Why? I thought you didn’t double-dip.”

  “I don’t, but at the moment, I am finding it really hard to think of a reason why I shouldn’t.”

  “Room 1234.” And with that, I turn on my heel with a little bit of pep to my step.

  That was two days ago, and every night I go to bed alone waiting for him to come and take me. But he doesn’t. And I’m an idiot for even having hope that he will. Now, I’m incredibly needy. Thank goodness my old friend Jacque is on call.

  “Miss Banks.” His eyes widen in surprise when I greet him at the door in a hot pink demi-cup lace bra, crotchless knickers, and matching stilettos. He’s gorgeous and willing, precisely what I like. Plus, added advantage he can go all night.

  “I’m needy, Jacque. It’s been a while.�
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  “Yes, miss.” He slams the door shut, then drops to the floor like a good boy. He opens my legs and notices my crotchless panties, then he devours me.

  “Yes, yes. Oh, yes…” My fingers grip his hair as his tongue lavishes every last drop of my orgasm from me.

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  We both still. Who the hell is that? Looking over at the clock, it’s past midnight, so I know it’s not my girls. My stomach rolls for a moment at the thought it could be Anderson.

  No. What horrible timing if it is. Does it matter, though?

  “Take a seat over there.” I point to the armchair. “I’ll be just a moment.”

  Jacque does as he’s told.

  Walking to the door, I open it ever so slightly. There staring back at me is none other than the man who’s been fulfilling my spank bank, helping me climax over the last couple of days. His eyes widen when he catches a glimpse of me in my underwear.

  “How did you…” Then the penny drops—he thought I was dressed for him. “I’ve come at the wrong time.”

  “And I’ve just come.” I give him a smirk.

  “Really, now?” I nod my head. “Was it good?”

  “It was exactly what I needed.”

  “Have you been needy, Emma?” Nodding my head, I press my hip against the door seductively. “Fuck.” He groans, taking a step back as he bites his fist in frustration.

  Opening the door, I step outside, giving him the full view. The door clicks closed behind me.

  “Fuck, you look…” His eyes roam over my body. I know I look good, especially in lingerie. “Are you wearing that for him?”

  “Yes.” Those turquoise eyes blaze with heat. “They’re crotchless, too.”

  Opening my legs slightly, I give him a peek.

  “Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?”

  “It’s such a shame you don’t double-dip.” Reaching out, I take his hand, running his fingers between my legs, showing him what he’s been missing out on. He stills his hand and quickly inserts a finger, then he presses my back up against the door.

  “Do you think he’d be jealous of my finger being inside of you?”

  “Nope.”

  Anderson raises a brow—he’s intrigued as he slides it between my slickness. “What did he do to you before I came?”

  “He ate me out. That’s as far as we got.” He thrusts his finger harder into me. Is this turning him on?

  “Was it good?”

  “Yes. He’s quite good at following instructions.”

  “You like being in control, Emma?”

  “Depends on the man.” Because in all honesty, Anderson is one of the few men I have given control to.

  His finger works me over and over. “Do you like me controlling you?” His eyes are dark now, almost black.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I trust you know what I want and when I want it.” His hand comes up and wraps around my throat just as I like it.

  “I do.” As he works me over, he says, “For some reason, I feel like I know exactly what you need, and I’m not used to that.” That seems like an honest answer.

  “I don’t want you to break your rules for me. If you want to stay and watch, you are welcome.”

  His eyes widen, his hand falls from my neck as his finger slips from my pussy. Did I read this all wrong?

  “You would fuck whoever is in there in front of me?”

  I can’t read him anymore, so I just answer with, “Yes.”

  “Why?” Anderson seems confused.

  “Because you said you don’t fuck someone twice.”

  “And you think I would want to watch you fuck someone else?”

  “Yes.” My confidence surprises him. “Look at me. Who wouldn’t want to watch this?” His eyes fall my breasts, the nipples spilling from their support. “You can either stay or go?” I don’t think many women challenge a man like Anderson. “If you stay, there is a chair outside on the deck where you may sit in. When the light is on, you can see in, but we can’t see out.” I can see he’s contemplating what I am saying. “I really hope you stay. I’ll make sure it’s worth it.” And with that, I turn the handle of the door and head back inside.

  “Just a friend,” I tell Jacque, who appears inquisitive over my late-night caller.

  I do hope Anderson decides to stay.

  8

  Anderson

  Who the fuck is this woman?

  I’ve never had a woman ask me to stay and watch her fuck someone else outside of The Paradise Club. I’m intrigued. Also, a little angry that I’m not the one actually fucking her. But, the fact she understands my rule, which seems utterly stupid at this moment, has me all sorts of confused.

  Emma looked fantastic, standing confidently before me in her hot pink underwear. Damn, that woman has a tremendous body. The fact she let me touch her after some dude just ate her out? Yeah, I know it’s all kinds of wrong, but fucking hell, it was hot.

  Allowing my dick to make the decision, I make my way around the villa, down the side path that leads to her beachfront deck. Like she said, there’s a chair outside her room. There’s a thick rainforest garden surrounding the villa, which forms a privacy screen. The only way someone would see me is if they walked straight toward me.

  The light is on. Shadows are dancing behind the curtains. Is she going to open them for me? The next minute, she does. Pulling back the curtains, she’s still dressed in her lingerie and heels. She must be able to see me because she gives me a smile.

  Naughty little thing, she has me hook, line, and sinker as I settle into the lounge chair outside her room. I just pray no one finds and reports me as some sort of peeping Tom. All I can see is the top of the head of the guy in the white armchair. Lucky bastard.

  Emma stalks back to where he’s seated. Her lips move, and I see him get undressed really quickly, clothes flying everywhere. She hands him a condom. Damn, he’s ready to go, and I don’t blame him to be fair, Emma’s exquisite.

  My dick is hard as a rock, so I unzip my pants and pull him from his restraints. I spit on my hands a couple of times, then run my hand over the head, making sure I have a fair bit of moisture over it.

  Emma sways before the guy in the chair, her hands running over her body. She unhooks her bra and throws it at the window. Just for me? The naughty minx.

  My hand glides over my dick as she plucks her dusty pink nipples. Her hand disappears between her thighs.

  Leaning forward as if I can get closer to the action, Emma throws her head back as she plays with herself. The man reaches out to pull her to him, and she wiggles her finger at him.

  She’s in control tonight.

  Sidestepping the mystery guy, she turns the white armchair around as its not stationary. Stilling, wondering if they can see me tucked away out here, that’s the first time I get a glimpse of who she’s playing with. He’s young, much younger than me. He might even be younger than her, and his face seems familiar like I’ve seen him around the resort.

  Forget him, my mind tells me, focus on the gorgeous woman before you.

  Emma turns around and faces me, slowly she lowers herself over his exposed crotch. She’s teasing him, giving him a lap dance, or is it me she’s teasing? I think she’s playing us both.

  His hands are roaming over her body, but her eyes are firmly on me. She leans forward and slowly backs up against him. I see the moment he enters her, her eyes close, a tiny hiss leaves her mouth on connection.

  His head is thrown back, his fingers are digging into her hips.

  My hand moves furiously across my dick. Then those eyes open and hone in on me as she begins to move on him. Emma lays back against him, opening her legs wide for me, so I’m able to see him thrust into her. His hand moves around to the front, and he begins playing with her clit. She swats him away and moves his hands to her tits—she wants to be the one controlling everything.

  Her long fingers slide between her lips as her fingertips begin to massage
her clit. She is so beautiful. My hand is keeping in time with them. Emma never takes her eyes off of me, though.

  I can’t take it any longer, and neither can he. Emma isn’t far behind.

  I use my shirt to clean myself up, then watch to see what she does next. Climbing off of the guy, she turns to him, says something, and walks away.

  The guy sits on the chair in a daze, but seconds later, he’s cleaning himself up and disappears out the door.

  Interesting.

  Emma Banks, I am intrigued.

  Anderson

  One month later

  “No, I’m not going.” Noah groans as I pester him to accompany me to another charity event.

  “Come on. You have been weird since we got back from the resort.”

  “I have not.”

  He has. I know he’s thinking about the girl with the baggage.

  Noah’s not alone because I haven’t stopped thinking about Emma either. It’s usually when my hand is wrapped around my dick. I’m also a little pissed because I slipped my personal card, not my business card, the one with my real phone number on it under the glass door while she was in the shower. I thought maybe she might call me when we got back to New York, but she hasn’t.

  “You can go by yourself. I have a ton of things to do.”

  Rolling my eyes through the phone at my friend, I answer, “Fine. I was just trying to help a friend get laid. It’s been a while.” I know that will push his buttons.

  “Fuck you,” he curses at me through the phone. “I have shit to do. Go pester someone else.” Hanging upon him, I think maybe I should organize a lady to meet him at work and help relieve some of his stress.

  Logan would kill me if I did that.

  It would be funny, though.

  “Mr. West, thank you so much for your considerable donation.” An older lady gushes over me as I arrive at the event.

  “Phyllis, it’s my pleasure to help, you know that.”