Faking It with the Billionaire Next Door: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Jolie Day

  He wasn’t supposed to be so mind-blowing.

  I kicked myself for ever thinking that we could go about this ruse without having to touch each other or kiss each other for the sake of the show.

  But the thing was, that was no ordinary kiss. Miles had me internally begging for more.

  All evening, I stole glances his way, wondering if he’d been as affected, but he remained unreadable. He continued with his evening as if nothing major had happened, laughing and joking with his brother and friends. Whenever his hand came back to touch me, on my arm or my back, I was reminded all over again of the sparks of fire he sent bursting through my veins.

  I had to deal with the charade, as well as this growing need for Miles’ body. For some reason, I was still surprised that his family was so friendly and charming, and how easy it was to get along with them.

  However, seeing the loving dynamic of Miles’ family, had set me slightly on edge. I’d always wanted a second family. Having lost mine, I imagined that—as soon as I felt a little better after losing my father—I’d meet a glorious man, whom I’d marry and become part of a new family. Tonight reminded me of that dream, and I felt slightly thrown by it. Helen and Charles were absolutely adorable people, who clearly had a lot of love for their kids. Oliver was somebody I wanted to be friends with, and he had a genuineness to him that I really appreciated.

  They were a perfect family—but they weren’t actually mine.

  And they never would be.

  Because in six months, all this would end.

  So, I set an important goal. In six months, once all of this was over, I’d make it a priority to work on achieving my dream. It would be great. We would be happy. We’d have a beautiful strong bond. Madly in love, and all. It wouldn’t be a relationship like the last one I had—we met at work back then—which somehow lacked fire and passion even though he was a lovely person. No. It would be fiery, and passionate. Head over heels. Full of trust. With a man who loved cats. Until then, I was there to support Miles, just like I said I’d do, and that’s what I’d do.

  I felt happy about my decision. Really happy.

  On our way out, having wrapped up a successful evening, I took stock of what I was feeling.

  Nervous about the way Miles made me feel tonight? Check.

  Still turned on? Check.

  Worried about the next six months and how I’d survive living with this man and not jumping his bones? Check.

  It seemed that there might indeed be an issue, as I’d originally worried, but everything was still in the green. No need to panic. I began weighing my feelings. Sure, he was doing things to my body that I had no control over, but I wasn’t—yet—worried about falling for him, not necessarily.

  It was still early enough for me to get him out of my system.

  So much was sure. And now I needed it more than ever.

  I sat quietly in the car next to him, with my legs pressed tightly together, feeling his tux jacket touch my shoulder. The pressure wasn’t helping my situation, but it was better than relaxing my legs and having a damn orgasm purely from the vibrations of the car’s engine.

  “You all right?” Miles’ rumbly voice asked from my left-hand side.

  I turned my head to him and smiled awkwardly. “Yep,” was all I managed to answer, pressing my legs together even more tightly.

  “You sure? You look tense.”

  “Nope. All fine.”

  “Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked.

  I tried to release the breath I seemed to be holding slowly, without him noticing.

  My mind skipped immediately to the kiss.

  I couldn’t exactly tell him that I’d enjoyed the kiss so ecstatically that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That he’d distracted me to the point of thinking we were alone in the room. Alone on the planet. In the whole universe. That his hands had burned my skin all freaking night long. That I probably had the wettest panties ever since. That, at this point, I wasn’t even worried the moisture might seep through the red silk. That I’d definitely come from just one touch.

  “Yeah, I’d say it went well,” I said huskily, trying to play it all cool—but failing miserably. “Did you have a good time?” I added quickly, to distract him. Well mostly, to distract me.

  “I did.” He nodded. “We pulled it off. It was easier than you’d expected, wasn’t it? Told you this would go perfectly.” He leaned over and ghosted a feather-light kiss onto my naked shoulder. “Thank you,” he rumbled before leaning back.

  My heart skipped several beats, and I felt my nipples harden into little peaks. With difficulty, I managed to get a sentence out. “It was easy enough… your family, they’re wonderful people.”

  “Well, I’m glad you like them, at least. The next few months will be a breeze then.” His eyes bored into mine, and he gave me the cutest bad boy smile, and I felt butterflies take over my stomach. My girly parts pulsated with every lightning strike that his gaze caused inside me.

  “Uh-huh.” I nodded, quickly looking away and out of my window, wanting this conversation to end. I was feeling too worked up, too frazzled, and too aware of my nipples rubbing intensely against the fabric of my dress to make polite conversation with Miles.

  Even now, as he sat next to me, I was avoiding his gaze.

  As inconspicuous as possible, I tried edging farther away from him, in fear that if he touched me once more, I’d lose control.

  So, what were my options again? It was hard to think.

  I could fuck Miles out of my system. See that dick. Find out what all the fuss was about. See his wolf tattoo. Be done with him. Perfect.

  But would it work?

  Would I once again become annoyed by his immature comments and seductive ways?

  See, I wasn’t sure.

  One thing I was sure of was that Miles didn’t want a serious relationship. So, if anything, at least I knew he’d probably be up for a no-strings-attached night of ecstasy.

  I glanced over at him.

  He wasn’t thinking about sex, so much was sure.

  Probably not even about kissing.

  He was looking out his side window, all relaxed, making it easy for me to take the chance to drink him in. He’d loosened his bow tie and undone the first two buttons of his shirt. He sat with his legs wide open, and his big, veined hand resting on his thigh. His thighs looked rather inviting to me—I loved the thick strength they displayed.

  I allowed myself the weakness of letting my eyes wander toward his crotch. The bulge sat there. Undeniable. Curiosity was my enemy tonight. I hadn’t actually had sex in so long—almost two years now. I wanted to hit myself over the head because now I sat here, hornier than ever, wetter than ever, wondering just how big Miles’ dick was.

  The more I thought about it, the more I needed to know.

  “Like what you see?” Miles’ deep voice jolted me.

  OMG. How cringey!

  I hadn’t noticed him turn his head, when I had been staring at his dick, full on.

  My skin burned red, and I felt embarrassed, but the way Miles was raising one of his eyebrows at me now, with hooded eyes and a tiny cute wink, it was encouragement enough.

  Nothing would stop me.

  Without a second thought, I threw all my cares out the window and made a move.

  I reached down for the hem of my dress and pulled it up my leg. Miles was watching me, somewhat unbelieving as to what I was doing. “Whoa,” he whispered.

  I turned my body and lifted my knee onto the seat between us, almost getting stuck with my heel. But I managed, and then I put my hand on the backrest of the seat and swung my other knee around, plopping myself down into his lap.

  Bingo. There I was. Right on target.

  After I turned around quickly, to make sure the privacy screen between us and the chauffeur was fully closed (I know, better late than never), I turned back to Miles. He looked at me and lifted his hands, not daring to believe his eyes, not sure if he should or should not tou
ch me just yet.

  “Rose, what are you doing?” he rumbled slowly.

  I ran my hands over his chest, under his jacket and over his strong shoulders. I loved his chest. How broad it was. How strong it felt and how it moved up and down with his breath. I couldn’t help but feel it up the first chance I got, which was now. I was mesmerized by the muscles I was feeling.

  “Rose?” he growled, hoarsely.

  No longer able to resist, I grabbed his collar and leaned in close, telling him, “Just shut up and go with it.”

  22

  MILES

  Holy. Fuck.

  All right.

  Rose began to kiss the shit out of me, straddling my lap in the back of the car. I was completely blown away about what was happening here, but if she said “shut up,” who was I to argue?

  I hadn’t been able to forget that kiss all night long.

  It had been hot. It had taken me by surprise.

  I’d wanted to prove to my father that we were an item—that’s what I told her and myself—it was utter BS, of course. I wasn’t sorry about anything. Except for the guys’ reaction, but whatever. I kissed her because I had to, because by the time my lips were on hers, I’d forgotten all about him, the inheritance, the deal.

  After watching her amaze my family all evening and play her role to perfection, winning over everybody with such playful charm, wit, and ease—including me—something in me had changed. Something had shifted.

  Her lips had been as full and soft as fluffy pillows and more responsive as I’ve thought possible. She might as well have been stroking my dick by the way my body reacted. So of course, I wanted more. I’d taken the chance out on the balcony. What happened then was the best kiss I’ve ever experienced. Forgetting about the world around us, I’d eaten her right up and relished the feeling of her body pressed against me. Was it the forbidden fruit concept, or the utterly romantic nature of the whole evening—her mesmerizing beauty and smartness included—that made that kiss so mind-blowing?

  I didn’t know, but I’d controlled myself all night. And now, she was asking me for it. Actually, she was fucking demanding it from me.

  Who was I to say no?

  I eagerly opened my mouth to hers and devoured her, taking what was mine.

  I felt triumphant, victorious. I’d always known I wanted her in bed, sure, her naked body moving under my weight, wiggling, gasping, moaning, but tonight was different, more intense—I planned to show her exactly what she’d been missing out on.

  With ease, I let go of any doubts I had.

  Blood rushed into my cock.

  I placed my hands on her waist, and for the first time tonight, I could actually let them roam. As we kissed hungrily, my hands explored her body. I ran them up and down her sides before grabbing onto her hips, with my thumbs sliding into the dips below her hip bones. She pulled at my collar and began undoing more of my shirt buttons, before sliding her warm hands onto my bare chest, making my blood boil. I squeezed her hips, and then pushed my hands over her thighs, toward her ass. Once I felt the juicy, perfectly rounded globes in my hands, I grabbed them and pulled her against me.

  Fuck! Bull’s eye. Right on target.

  I could feel her heat against my throbbing dick. Rose let out a helpless moan at the sensation, and for a few seconds, I lost myself in our kiss.

  Feeling her ass for the first time was definitely something to remember—I’d watched this fine ass move every time I’d seen her, and it always left me wanting more. Now, I was able to hold the sexy cheeks firmly in my hands and feel the softness.

  Rose lifted her hands and ran her fingers into my hair behind my head while pressing herself right up against me, pushing her amazing tits against my chest and rolling her hips ever so slightly. I felt her unspoken words—that she needed my body, that she wanted to be touched. I was ready to give it all to her, and I felt myself kicking up a storm.

  “God, Rose…” I growled, unable to help myself—she was irresistible.

  Keeping one hand firmly on her ass, pulling her against me, I lifted the other to her face. I held her cheek so I could delve deeper into her mouth with my tongue, caressing and sucking hers. When we broke away to catch a breath, I pulled her body closer and began kissing her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. As I did so, she arched her chest toward me impatiently.

  It was a clear signal.

  “Permission to grab your boobs,” I couldn’t hide the hint of impatience my voice held. Usually, I wouldn’t ask, of course. But: comedy.

  “Granted,” she whispered, a spark of amusement coloring her word.

  I let my hands roam her open back, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, before bringing them around and feeling her gorgeous tits for the first time.

  Ah. I held the beauties in my hands and felt her aroused nipples harden under my thumbs.

  “Rose. You feel amazing.”

  A soft “Uh-huh,” was all she could manage.

  In one movement, I slid the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting them fall and exposing her mind-blowing, bare curves, appreciating the view I’d only imagined before.

  “Miles.” Rose was breathing heavily as her breasts rose and fell in a beautiful rhythm. “Please do that again.”

  I was only too happy to oblige.

  I lifted my hands and softly covered her breasts with my palms, rubbing them harder, enjoying her soft responsive moans. My eyes were fixed on hers now, and she lifted her chest to my mouth. My tongue circled the pebbled skin, and I wiped the nub with my thumb, spreading the moisture, as my mouth found her other nipple.

  “Oh God, Miles.” She clearly liked that. I clearly liked that.

  She pulled and began working at my belt buckle.

  Yeah, it’s on!

  I smiled at her naughtily and ran my hands under her dress and up her naked thighs, cupping her fantastic ass and giving it a good slap before hooking my thumbs onto her thong and pulling it down over her ass.

  Just then, we felt the car come to a complete stop.

  I turned my head quickly to the side to see that we’d indeed arrived at home.

  Shit. Bad timing.

  Rose looked flushed and quickly rolled off of my lap. She pulled her thong back up and her dress back on while I redid my belt buckle. We weren’t looking exactly innocent at that point, what with Rose’s face flushed, one of her straps slipping off of her shoulder and my shirt half-unbuttoned. Still, we looked as if we had been engaging in nothing more than a bit of touchy feely fondling, à la prom-style.

  Carl, my driver, walked around and was already opening the car door for us. Perfect timing. I couldn’t help but smirk, also like a high school kid.

  I stepped out of the car and helped Rose climb from the back seat myself.

  “Thanks, Carl,” I said to the driver and gave him a nod.

  “Have a pleasant evening, Sir.” He nodded his head, his reply very professional, as usual. The way his mouth pulled up while he was starting to turn away confirmed my suspicions. He knew exactly what had just happened.

  I smiled back at him, ready to join Rose at the entrance to the lobby.

  We walked inside, and I noticed that she was suddenly very quiet. I hoped that my chance to bed this gorgeous woman wasn’t disappearing.

  “You okay, Rose?” I asked.

  “Yeah, yeah, fine,” she whispered, walking alongside me.

  Surprisingly, the elevator was already waiting. That was new. Perfect. They must’ve fixed it. Even better.

  We entered, and she leaned back against the wall, letting out a long and—I thought—frustrated sigh. For a moment, I debated whether the frustrated sigh was a “damn that was awkward” sigh or a “hell why aren’t we in his bed yet” sigh. I assumed it was the second, and quickly pressed the 17th floor button.

  The doors of the elevator closed immediately.

  Excellent.

  I turned my head to look at her. There was no way I’d accept the earlier interruption to cause an
interruption to the whole evening.

  “Come here,” I rumbled. I lifted my hand to grab hers, and pulled her closer.

  She not only came willingly, no, she slammed her body against mine, angling her face upward, and we began kissing again. Immediately, I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her waist. We kissed and kissed, devouring each other, passionately, intensely, memorably.

  We’ve almost reached our floor, I was in such a daze, I hardly noticed when the elevator jerked to a stop. The damn thing got stuck. Again. I wasn’t sure if Rose noticed because her kisses didn’t slow down.

  The lights went off, it was pitch dark, but she didn’t care. So why should I? She only wanted to feel me, and I was more than happy to oblige.

  Calling security could wait until we were done.

  In complete darkness, I lowered my hands to her ass and picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist—only too eagerly. I turned and pushed her back to the wall, where her ass perched nicely against the handrail. Her hands had been exploring my chest non-stop, but now she lifted them to my shoulders so she could hold on tightly. I held her there, firm and fixed, loving how she responded to me.

  While we kissed, I ran my hands up and down her naked thighs. A few feather-light strokes later, I went for the gold and pulled at her thong, enjoying her soft moan. She loosened her legs for the second it took me to pull the scrap of material down her legs. I dropped the thong onto the floor. She pulled me back to her and wrapped her legs back around me, kissing my mouth eagerly, my cock only inches from her naked center.

  I smirked in appreciation of this beautiful woman, and the way she had me feeling tonight. I knew I’d be horny, sure, but I didn’t think I’d be this horny. Hell, I hadn’t been this horny for a fucking long time.

  My dick was hard as steel, ready to come out and play.

  I needed to get all our clothes off. I wanted to see her naked. And soon.

  Pulling my mouth from hers, I looked around.

  The elevator still didn’t move. It was still pitch dark.

  “Miles,” she whispered my name, breathlessly.