by Rush, Olivia
“Well, you remember those tabloids that you said your coworkers were so into?”
She nodded.
“Expect to see your face on more than a few of them. I’ve managed to keep the paparazzi off my back since I took myself off their radar, but once this news gets out, they’re going to descend on us like the wild animals they are.”
She swallowed and shifted in her seat. Without thinking, I did a quick once-over of her body as she looked away.
“Problem?” I asked.
“I’ve spent most of my career doing behind-the-scenes stuff—the tech work necessary to get these programs working. Having pictures taken of me out on the town isn’t really something I’m used to.”
“No one is,” I said. “Not until you’ve been through it. It goes from ‘surreal’ to ‘annoying as hell’ pretty damn quickly, just so you know. Once you get over how strange it is to have people snapping pictures of you when you go out for a bite to eat, you’ll start thinking about wearing a bag over your head whenever you leave the apartment.”
“Can’t wait,” she said.
“You’ll do fine,” I said. “So, as I said, we’ll be making our debut at a charity ball this weekend. I’ll be providing you with whatever you need as far as clothes, and a monthly stipend should make the trouble worth it.” I took a seat on the edge of the desk. “And I’ll be having you sign a nondisclosure agreement, of course.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What,” she said, “don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I just like to have all my bases covered.”
“And you think I’ll just go out and blab about what’s going on? Why would I do that?”
“I can’t think of any reason why you would,” I said, curious as to why she’d be objecting to something so standard. “But in my experience, people can change very quickly when they feel they’ve been wronged.”
I’d said too much, and Chelsea noticed.
“I don’t like it,” she said. “It’s weird to know that I’m legally bound not to speak about something.”
“You’ve never signed an NDA before?” I asked, surprised.
“Never had to. My partners and I just did the work and stayed on the level. That is, until they screwed me.” She waved her hands in front of her face. “This thing we’re doing,” she said. “It’s weird, but I’m on board. But I’m thinking that if it’s going to work, there’s going to need to be a certain level of trust between us. Isn’t trust what relationships are built on?”
“Even fake ones?” I asked.
“Even fake ones.”
I didn’t like the idea, but I could see where she was coming from. Having too much structure might make us look cold and distant to one another in public—there needed to be some intimacy.
But I’d been burnt before, the last time I trusted a woman.
“If you insist on the NDA, there’s no deal,” said Chelsea, crossing her arms under her breasts. “I’ve had enough experience with signing contracts that have only come back to bite me in the ass.”
I looked away for a moment before turning my eyes back to her.
“Fine,” I said. “But don’t make me regret this. I need this to work, and if it goes sideways and the press gets word that you and I are playing pretend, then I’ll be sunk. Hell, I’d have to move to Estonia or something. And you, of course, wouldn’t get any of the promotions we discussed yesterday.”
“Then let’s make sure this all goes off without a hitch,” she said with a smile.
“But you’ve given me something to think about,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“How real this is going to look.”
“Ah,” she said. “The verisimilitude of our pretend relationship.”
“Exactly. We’re going to have to look like a couple who’s so madly and deeply in love that we got engaged after only knowing each other for a short while. And we’re going to have to sell it.”
There was one thing I wasn’t going to have to fake: my attraction to Chelsea. If anything, it was going to be a distraction. Even the way she sat there, her legs crossed, her lips parted slightly, her eyes focused in eager attention, was turning me on.
Attraction was necessary, but walking around with a semi in my pants all day wasn’t going to work either. And judging by the way Chelsea’s eyes kept taking little passes over the angles of my body, I had the impression she was thinking the same thing.
“Stand up,” I said, my tone stern.
Chelsea stayed still, her expression hardening.
“Problem?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I don’t know how you’re used to talking to your staff, but ordering me around like that isn’t going to fly. This is going to be a partnership, and I’m not going to be at your beck and call.”
“Fine,” I said, a little taken aback.
She was talking to me with more spine than most of my executives. It was…interesting.
“Please stand up, Chelsea,” I said, softening my tone.
She smiled and complied.
I placed my hand on my chin and made a slow circle around her.
“Why do I feel like you’re appraising me like I’m a piece of art you’re about to buy?”
“Because I’m getting a sense of you,” I said. “We’re going to have to give the impression that we know one another intimately.”
I was speaking the truth, but I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t enjoying this three-sixty of Chelsea.
“Now,” I said, “the two of us are going to have to get used to touching one another, kissing one another.”
“That is something that couples tend to do,” she said.
I stopped. “When was the last time you dated someone?” I asked.
Chelsea’s body stiffened. She clearly wasn’t comfortable with the subject of her personal life. “It’s been a while,” she said, her eyes fixed forward.
“How long is ‘a while’?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, wringing her hands together. “There was Evan, and he and I dated for a couple of months.”
“And how long ago was this?”
“Um, two years.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she said. “It’s weird.”
“The idea that you—easily one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on—would have gone so long without dating is… You’re right. ‘Weird’ is the only word I can think of.”
Her face reddened again. “Guys have asked me out here and there, but I’ve just been so busy with work. My company was my baby, and I wasn’t about to let myself get distracted by dating.”
“A woman after my own heart,” I said. “Though I try to make a little time for romance here and there.”
“Oh, I know,” she said. “I saw the tabloids—remember?”
I smirked. “Then this is all new to you,” I said, the smirk still on my face. “Do you need a little refresher on the birds and the bees?”
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “I’m not a virgin, for Christ’s sake.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think after that much time you might as well be.”
“I get it, I get it,” she said.
“In that case,” I said, stepping closer to her, “a little practicing might be in order.”
“Practicing?” she asked.
“Right,” I said, now close enough to her that her perfume drifted up and around me, a lovely scent of lilacs and fresh fruit. “To jog your memory about what it’s like to be out and about with a man.” I stuck out my arm. “Here,” I said. “Go ahead.”
She regarded my arm curiously for a second or two before slipping her own arm through it. Our bodies fit together perfectly as I brought her to my side.
And my cock was well aware that there was now a beautiful woman standing next to me.
“It’s got to look natural,” I said. “Anything off, and the tabloids will latch ont
o it and not let go.”
I led her through the expanse of the office, our walk slow as if we were making our way through a ballroom.
“How does this feel?” I asked.
“Normal,” she said. “Surprisingly so.”
I felt the same way. There was nothing strange about having Chelsea at my side. It was as though we’d been walking like this for years.
Then she reached up and placed her hand on my forearm.
“Closeness,” she said, noticing that I’d noticed. “Looks more natural.”
We made a circle around the room, coming to a stop at my desk. Once there, we both sat down on the edge, our bodies touching. A thrill ran through me at being so close to her, an excitement I hadn’t felt in years.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Think anyone looking would mistake us for an actual couple?”
“It’s possible,” I said, my gaze locked onto her clover-colored eyes, my cock getting harder by the second. “But there’s one more thing I think you and I should practice.”
She cocked her head to the side.
“Oh?” she asked. “And what’s that?”
Feeling as though my body was moving on its own, I leaned in toward Chelsea and kissed her hard.
Chapter 6
Bryce
Chelsea fell into the kiss right away, and judging by the way her body pressed against mine, she’d been clearly craving it, the same as me. We kissed softly, but before the intensity could increase, she pulled her lips away.
“You know,” she said, “you could’ve given me a little warning beforehand if you wanted to practice this kind of public affection.”
“I know it’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship,” I said, “but couples don’t warn one another when they’re going to go in for a kiss.”
She nodded, her eyes closed for a moment. “That’s true,” she said.
“And the last thing we need is a picture of me kissing you in public and you looking like you have no idea what I’m doing.”
She chuckled at the idea of it. “Yeah,” she said. “Wouldn’t be the best look.”
“So,” I went on, “we’re going to need to be totally natural with our PDAs. They should look like normal extensions of our passion, and not something we’ve been practicing.”
“Even though that’s exactly the case,” she said with half a smile.
“Be that as it may,” I said.
Chelsea was trying to keep her cool, but I could tell by the steady rise and fall of her chest and the red flush on her cheeks that our kiss had excited her more than she was letting on. The body doesn’t lie, after all, and mine was no exception.
“So,” she said. “Should we practice again?”
“Let’s,” I said.
Chelsea turned her eyes back to mine, her pupils wide with anticipation. She parted her red, pillowy lips slightly, just enough to slowly drag the tip of her tongue over them. My heart starting thudding in my chest—I couldn’t believe the effect this girl had on me.
And something inside of me, a little voice, told me that if I went in for another kiss it’d end up being much more than that.
I kissed her anyway.
Our lips melted together, both of our mouths parting right away, our tongues slipping into one another’s mouths and seeking the other’s. My hands stayed at my side as I tried to exercise a little bit of restraint, but it wasn’t long before I put one hand on the soft slope of the side of her neck and the other on her thigh.
The suppleness of her leg through her dress caused my cock to turn solid as steel. We continued to kiss, the space between our bodies shrinking by the second. It wasn’t long before Chelsea’s tits were pressed against my chest.
I knew at that moment the kiss should’ve stopped, that going any further was a bad idea. But she tasted so good, felt so good, that I didn’t care. My hand moved up along the curve of her hip, over her stomach, coming to a rest on one of her breasts.
Then, something came over me. I couldn’t control myself any longer. Chelsea’s hands fell onto my shoulders, pulled me closer to her—it was obvious she felt the same way. My cock was hard as a brick and I needed release. I needed her.
I hopped up from the edge of the desk, taking a quick glance at Chelsea. Her breath was quick, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, her eyes wide, and her mouth parted. I needed to take her hard and fast. It was all I could think about.
Chelsea reached up, slipping her thumbs under the shoulders of her dress, pulling the fabric down until the white lace of her bra was exposed, along with her gorgeous cleavage.
But I needed to see more. I stepped forward between Chelsea’s legs, which were now open for me. As I did she reached up behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, and I put my hands on her shoulders to slide down the straps, the bra falling off, her full, gorgeous breasts tumbling out.
I’d never seen such a perfect pair of tits in my life. They were perfect teardrop shapes, her nipples a light pink. I couldn’t help myself—I lunged in and took one of them into my hands as I wrapped my lips around her nipple. Chelsea moaned, her hands running through the back of my hair. Her nipple hardened in my mouth, and once it did I moved over to the other, giving it just as much attention as I licked and sucked it.
“What are we doing?” she moaned.
“We’re practicing,” I said, my voice low and heavy with arousal.
“I guess… I guess we might as well really get to know each other, then.”
My thoughts exactly.
I stood up, glanced down, and saw that the strain of my cock against my pants was only a few inches away from her cunt. Chelsea grabbed the hem of her dress and hiked it up, each newly exposed inch of thigh sending me to a new height of arousal. Once she reached her panties—white lace, like her bra—she slid them down her legs, letting them dangle off one of her heels. I quickly undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants and boxer-briefs down enough for my huge, thick cock to spring out and graze her lips.
Chelsea moaned again at the touch of my prick, her wetness making it clear that she was as ready as I was. I positioned my cock right at her opening. But before I entered her, a thought occurred to me. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, pulled out my black, Italian leather wallet, and removed a condom from a small compartment.
She chuckled as she saw what I had.
“Condom in the wallet, huh?” she asked. “Very college of you.”
“Never hurts to be prepared,” I said with a half-grin.
I tore open the wrapper, put the condom on the tip of my head, and rolled it down. I wanted to fuck her raw so badly, but my rational mind was present enough to remind me that one ridiculously impulsive decision per day was enough.
Once the condom was secure, I took my cock by the base and moved my head between her glistening lips, parting them. Chelsea wrapped her arms around my upper body, pleading with her eyes for me to continue.
“Please,” she moaned. “Do it.”
That was all I needed to hear. My hand still wrapped around the girth of my cock, I bucked my hips enough to slide into her, inch by inch. Chelsea tossed her head back as I entered her, a sigh escaping from her lips.
Once I was buried to the hilt, I held fast, savoring the feeling of her dripping wet cunt gripped onto my cock. She was so deliciously tight I could hardly take it. Even through the condom she felt like warm silk wrapped around me. Pure heaven.
I put my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I pulled my own hips back and drove into her again. Chelsea let out another long moan, her breasts shaking with the impact of my body into hers.
After a few more slow plunges I picked up the pace, hammering into her tight cunt hard and fast, the orgasm building in my prick more and more by the second. Chelsea’s perfect tits bounced wildly as I pounded her, more and more moans and sighs escaping from her lips.
In the middle of my frenzied thrusts, Chelsea took in a sharp gasp of air, her pussy gripping even ha
rder onto me as she came. Her features winced into an expression of tight, pleasured agony as an orgasm took hold of her, and the sight of her coming pushed me over the edge, into the point of no return.
I let out a grunt as I shot my load into the condom, wishing that it was her cunt I was filling and not the latex. The orgasm went off like a bomb in my prick, each pulse of pleasure pushing out more and more cum.
Our orgasms began to fade but before either of us could recover, the jarring bang of a knock sounded through the office.
“Mr. Carver? Are you in there?”
Chapter 7
Chelsea
“Shit!”
I can’t believe we just did this, in his office, and now someone is knocking at the door. This was reckless, crazy, and utterly enjoyable. Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?
Bryce withdrew his cock from me, unrolled the condom, and tossed it into a nearby waste bin.
The knock sounded again.
“Perfect fucking timing,” said Bryce, his normal cool waning for a brief moment as he grabbed his trousers and pulled them back up.
I pulled up my panties, redid my bra, and rushed over to a nearby mirror to quickly go over my appearance and make sure I didn’t look too obviously like I’d just been fucked. Bryce did the same over at another mirror, tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt.
He turned his body toward the door and glanced quickly at me over his shoulder, throwing me a look that seemed to say, “Be quiet about what just happened.”
As if I’d announce that I’d just fucked my boss to whoever happened to be on the other side of the door.
Bryce ran a hand over his hair before opening the door. I slid into one of the chairs across from his desk and glanced over my shoulder at who it was. With relief, I realized it was one of the three secretaries from the front desk.
“Mr. Carver,” she said. “Sorry to interrupt, but Mr. White—one of the investors—is here and wants to speak with you right away.”
I glanced over my shoulder again, and this time the girl’s eyes locked with mine. It was a very brief moment, but I could’ve sworn a look of jealousy was on her face. Not one that made it seem like she knew what had just happened, but one that suggested she was mad that any woman would be lucky enough to be alone with Bryce.
