Pretending to be Rich

by Parker, Weston

  “You do?” she asked, not bothering to look up at me.

  “You want to use me for my gelato,” I said with a laugh.

  She giggled. “You might be right. It all looks so good.”

  “You say you have nothing to do tonight?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “Not really.”

  “I need to finish closing up, and then I have to make up a fresh batch of chocolate. Do you want to see how it’s done?”

  “You make it here?” she asked with surprise.

  I nodded. “I do.”

  “Yes! I’ll help you. What do you need?”

  I chuckled. “Have a seat. I’ll get you some chocolate while you relax.”

  “No, I can help. You helped me clean up after all.” She smiled.

  “You’re going to help with gelato in a bit. Rest for now.” I grabbed a scoop and filled her a small bowl. I carried it around the counter and put it in her hands before guiding her to a table and making her sit. “Don’t move.”

  She nodded and took her first bite. I rushed to the back to grab the mop and decided locking the doors a few minutes early was not going to make a world of difference. I was anxious to be alone with her without worrying about someone coming in. I quickly put all the chairs up before running the mop over the floor.

  “I can’t believe you mop,” Eliana commented.

  I laughed. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was an average guy.”

  “I guess not. I suppose now that I’ve seen it, I have to believe it.”

  “Come on, you can help me get the first batch started,” I told her, reaching out a hand to pull her to her feet.

  I took a moment to steal a kiss, testing the waters to make sure she was still interested in kissing me. She didn’t pull away, which was a damn good sign in my book. I led her to the kitchen area that was cramped and really only big enough for one or two people. I didn’t mind being extra cozy with her.

  “Can you grab the eggs from the fridge?” I asked.

  She looked around, spotted the industrial refrigerator, and opened the door. We spent the next ten minutes over the stove, my hand on hers as I showed her how to slowly stir the milk, heating it up before starting the next step. My body was pressed against hers as I watched the milk, making sure it didn’t scorch.

  “Next?” she asked, slightly out of breath.

  “Next is the eggs,” I told her, handing her one.

  Together, we cracked eggs and then poured in sugar. I had her turn on the mixer while I moved the warmed milk to the counter. I took her hand once again, covering her dainty one with my own, and we added warm milk to the bowl.

  The only sound that could be heard in the kitchen was the hum of the mixer, churning the sugary liquid. Both of us were far more intense than needed for a basic batch of gelato mixing, but there was far more happening in the kitchen than cooking.

  Once we had the mix in the ice-cream maker ready to be slowly churned, things had reached a crescendo. I had been slowly growing harder by the minute with every touch, every longing look that had been exchanged.

  “Is that it?” she asked, turning to face me.

  I slowly nodded. “That’s it for now.”

  “That was fun,” she whispered, her eyes locking on mine.

  I nodded again. “It was.”

  My eyes dropped to her mouth. I had something I found to be a lot more fun in mind.

  I reached up, cupping her face with my hand and quietly asking her what she wanted in that moment. Her eyes dropped to my mouth, and I knew she was in the exact frame of mind. I lunged, not waiting another second to taste her.

  My mouth plundered hers, our tongues battling as we both struggled to get enough of each other. My arms were around her waist, holding her tightly against me. All her soft curves were pressed against me, completely blurring my thoughts with only one loud goal remaining.

  I had to be inside her. I had to have her.

  “I’ve missed you,” I growled, my mouth dropping to her ear lobe and sucking it between my teeth.

  “Me too,” she gasped when my teeth scraped over her neck, sucking in tiny bits of flesh and pulling.

  Her nails scraped over my back through my shirt. I wanted to feel them scraping over my raw skin. It was the best kind of pain. I reached for the hem of my shirt and stepped back, yanking it over my head and tossing it to the floor before grabbing her again. I groaned, feeling heat and lush curves pressing against my bare chest. It wasn’t enough. I needed her skin against mine.

  I glanced around the kitchen, deciding it was too risky, and quickly grabbed her hand, leading her down the short hall into my cramped office. I looked at my cluttered desk and decided it was my best option.

  I took long strides across the room, and because I wasn’t an animal and couldn’t afford a new laptop, I picked it up and put it on a shelf before scooping up the paperwork littering the desk and putting it on a pile on the floor.

  I turned to look at her, finding her smiling. “What?”

  “I think I imagined you sweeping it to the floor.”

  I shrugged. “I’d only have to clean it up. Now, I want you on this desk—naked.” I made sure she knew that just because I didn’t trash my office didn’t mean I wanted her any less.

  Chapter 26

  Eliana

  I hadn’t come by to see him at work with the intention of getting laid, but seeing him and watching him do something as simple as mopping the floor had turned me on. He was a normal dude. He wasn’t arrogant or above mopping.

  It made me want him more than ever. I liked that he didn’t have airs about him. He was who he was, and I liked him all the more for it.

  His hands pushed my pants down. Thank heavens for elastic waistbands that made the process so much faster. “I like these,” he whispered, pushing the leggings over my ankles.

  I laughed. “Me too.”

  His hands were moving over my thighs, gently rubbing as he backed me up against the desk. He gripped my waist and lifted me, depositing me on the desk like I weighed nothing. It made me feel sexy and dainty.

  His mouth covered mine as his hands squeezed and massaged my breasts. I reached up, running my fingers through his hair and holding his mouth to mine.

  The chemistry between us was undeniable. Everything about him felt good and right and made for me. I let myself live in the moment and shut down my brain and that little voice that tried to tell me Cade wasn’t for me. Right then, he was very much for me.

  I reached for the button of his jeans and carefully undid them before sliding the zipper down. I slid my hand over the erection waiting for me, eager to feel him inside me once again.

  He groaned, and his body jerked as my hand slipped under the fabric and touched him, skin on skin. I pushed his jeans and underwear down together. Touching him made me want him more than ever. “Hurry,” I whispered, not sure if I was talking to myself or him.

  He chuckled. “Always in a hurry.”

  “I want it. I want you.” I looked up at him.

  His eyes flashed with lust. “You’re going to have me. Every last inch.” His voice was raspy.

  I licked my lips and nodded. I loved when the alpha side of him came out. I loved his nice guy side, but the man looming over me, his heavy cock inches away from me, was hot.

  I wrapped my hand around his hard length and gave him a good squeeze. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.

  “Now, Cade,” I demanded. “I want you now.”

  His eyes were intense, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I was a little crazy to tease the beast. He grabbed one knee, shoving it to the side and opening my legs. His hand slid between my thighs, going straight for the very core of me.

  I could feel the heat and knew I was wet and ready for him. I had been thinking about him since the last time we had been together. His fingers slid over me before one pushed inside without warning.

  My hands dropped to my sides, gripping the edge of the desk while his finger worked inside
me. I reached for him, pulling his face to mine and kissed him. He greedily kissed me back, his fingers still working over me and sending me on that sweet spiral of ecstasy. I moaned, opening my legs wider.

  I was on the edge of an orgasm, panting and begging for the release. I felt him moving around and opened my eyes in time to see his jeans fly through the air as he kicked them off his ankles.

  He stepped forward. His fingers slid out of me, and he guided his heavy cock to my opening. I braced myself for the invasion. Unlike the first time, he didn’t take it slow. He thrust inside me with so much power, I slid back a few inches on the desk. I cried out, my body erupting with a violent orgasm. My arms went around his neck, clinging to him as he stayed still, letting me ride out the pleasure rippling through me.

  “There you go,” he said as my body slowly began to unwind. “That’s it.”

  I was a little embarrassed that I had orgasmed so quickly, but the man had a way of touching every raw nerve and making me crazy with need. I was helpless to control myself around him. He was a lot of man to take in—literally.

  “It feels so good,” I whispered.

  “Yes, it does,” he replied, beginning a slow, rhythmic drive in and out of my body, scraping over the nerves that were still spasming from the orgasm.

  It was too good. I felt like my skin was too tight. Every touch created a firestorm of sensation that raced up and down my spine. I could hear myself panting and was helpless to stop. I clung to him, letting him fuck me with a leisurely pace.

  All the little electric pulses that had been humming through my body began to pool in the pit of my stomach in a giant mass of ecstasy. “Oh god,” I groaned.

  “I want to feel you explode around me again,” he whispered against my ear before sucking the flesh of my neck into his mouth.

  “Oh god,” I cried out again, suddenly overtaken by so much desire I felt shaky and confused. It was so much. My brain was in ecstasy overload.

  “Come on, baby,” he growled, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. “I want another and another.”

  My butt slid over the desk. His hands grabbed my hips and yanked me back to him. He continued to pump into me, harder and faster. All I could do was hold on. There was a flash of light behind my eyes as my body exploded around him. I cried out, clinging to him as he continued pumping inside me, his fingertips digging into the meaty flesh on my hips.

  He was a man on a mission. He never let up. The orgasm left me clinging to him, my breasts bouncing in the flimsy bra I had on.

  “More,” he shouted.

  “More!” I gasped, convinced I would die if I had any more.

  “Off. Off the desk.” He pulled out and stepped away from me before yanking me off the desk and spinning me around.

  I gasped with shock. My hands landed on the desk just in time to support myself as he used his knee to nudge my legs open. His hand pushed on my back, silently ordering me to bend over.

  I could feel his hot, hard body behind me, and a second later, he was pushing himself inside me again.

  “Oh,” I moaned as he filled me.

  “That’s it. Hold on.”

  I did exactly that. I gripped the smooth surface of the desk as best I could. The first thrust nearly sent me face first onto the desk. I pushed back, taking him in impossibly deeper. He began to thrust over and over, hard and fast. The man was feral. All I could do was push back to keep myself from being launched over the desk.

  The power I felt in him was shocking. He was so restrained and gentle most of the time. Not the man buried deep inside me just then. He was strong and powerful and dominating my body in the best way.

  “Fuck!” he shouted.

  I felt him erupt inside me and gasped. Somehow, he managed to pull another orgasm from me. I cried out, arching my back and riding out the orgasm with him buried inside me.

  The second the orgasm released me from its clenches, I collapsed onto the desk, my chest heaving up and down as I struggled to catch my breath. Cade draped his body over mine, kissing my shoulder before moving my hair out of the way and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I moaned. “Much better than okay.”

  He chuckled and removed his weight from me. “That’s good.”

  I managed to push myself off the desk. My legs felt like jelly. I knew I should have been embarrassed to be standing pant-less in his office, but my brain was still high on the orgasm and incapable of feeling anything but ecstasy.

  Cade grabbed my panties and handed them to me.

  “Thank you,” I said and pulled them on.

  He was grabbing his own clothing and quickly dressing. He came to stand in front of me and grabbed my face with both hands, giving me a sultry kiss that sent chills racing through my overheated body. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned into him. He held me, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

  “I always have a lot of fun when I’m with you,” I told him.

  He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my ear. “I do like to think I’m a fun guy. I have lots more fun ready to share with you.”

  I giggled. “I think I could get used to your fun,” I said, knowing we were both talking about sex.

  “Good, because I really have a lot of fun with you, and I want to have a lot more fun with you.”

  “What are you doing tonight?” I asked him.

  He groaned. “You’re tempting me, but I have to get some stuff done here. I’ve got another couple of hours of work.”

  I was a little bummed, but I understood. “Okay.”

  “What about tomorrow? Can I see you then?”

  “I have to work. I’ll be working the next few days.” I stepped out of his arms.

  “What about after you get off work?” he asked.

  “It will be late, very late. I know you have to get up early and be here.”

  He nodded. “Okay, but I will see you again, right?”

  “Yes, maybe in a few days,” I answered, committing to nothing.

  Now that the fog of ecstasy was dissipating, I could see clearly once again. I couldn’t let this thing between us get too intense. I needed to keep it casual.

  “Okay,” he said. “You let me know when I can see you again. I will be waiting. I do want to see you.” His gaze held mine.

  I nodded my head. “I’ll text or call. I should get going.”

  He gave me another kiss before walking me to the front of the store. He let me out and waved as I walked away. I headed for home, my body singing.

  I loved spending time with him, and it wasn’t just about the sex, although that was pretty damn good. He was funny and genuine and a good person in general. I had to be careful. He was too easy to like.

  I would let things cool off for a few days. I didn’t want to make any decisions while my body was still humming after a very good round of sex.

  I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked along. I probably looked like a damn fool, grinning like I’d just won a grand prize. If people only knew why I was smiling.

  I giggled softly, feeling a little naughty and very much alive.

  Chapter 27

  Cade

  I was taking an easy day. Kacia was running the shop while I took a few hours off. I was going to go in later and check on things, but she had been pushing me to make her a manager. Now that I had a woman in my life that I wanted to spend time with, it was a very appealing idea.

  I liked the idea of taking some time to enjoy life, rather than spend it working twelve hours a day, six days a week. Eliana’s schedule was also a huge factor in me considering her for the role of a manager. I could take mornings and afternoons off and hang out with Eliana or be more willing to stay up late with her and sleep in the next morning.

  A rise in status also meant a rise in pay. That was okay. I could swing it. I wanted the total package, a woman and a family and the whole nine yards. I didn’t know if that woman was Eliana, but I was certainly leaning in that dire
ction.

  I sat down at my kitchen table, my scratch pad in front of me and my laptop with my spreadsheet on my other side. I would find the money. I always did whenever something came up, like needing a new piece of equipment or I was hit with an expensive repair bill. It was finding money where there wasn’t any that made any business owner successful.

  I heard my phone ring and hoped it was Eliana. I had texted her earlier to see if she wanted to grab a late breakfast. I saw the number and groaned. I was a good son and answered my mother’s call, despite knowing it was likely a message from my father via her about something I had done that disappointed him. Nothing new.

  “Hi, Mom,” I greeted in Italian out of respect.

  “Cade, it’s time to come home,” she said, her voice somber.

  Chills immediately spread over my body. “I am home,” I replied in English, matching the language she spoke.

  “No, Cade. Italy. You need to come home. Now.”

  I could tell by the way she was talking that something was wrong. Her voice lacked all emotion. “Mom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I got to my feet, already knowing I would be on the next flight home.

  “I’m fine, but your father is sick. You need to come home, son.”

  And like the horrible son I was, I sat back down, immediately relaxing. My dad was a tough old bastard. He’d get over whatever it was that ailed him. Me showing up would not only waste my time and money flying home but just serve to irritate him further. I was confident I was the last person he would want to see when he wasn’t feeling well.

  I cleared my throat. “Mom, I’m very busy. I have to run the shop.” I fell back on the tried and true excuse I had used for years.

  “Cade!” she practically shouted. “Come. Home. Now.”

  I got back to my feet. “How sick is he?” I asked, realizing there was more she wasn’t saying.

  “I will not ask you again. Come home. I’ll be waiting.” She ended the call without another word.

  I held the phone in my hand. I had never heard her sound so demanding. She’d yelled at me plenty in my life, but her voice just then had held a hint of fear. It was the exact tone I needed to get my ass on a plane and go to Italy.