by Cj Howard
The Billionaire's
Convenient Bride
A BWWM Billionaire Romance By..
CJ HOWARD
Summary
Billionaire Peter has found that his reputation for being a playboy is beginning to have a very negative effect on his business. So he needs a wife to help him shed his playboy image and he is willing to do what it takes to make it happen.
Emmaline is a woman with a heart of gold with big plans for her life but her job as a waitress does not make it easy for her to get where she wants to be. A payment of $3 million dollars to be the convenient bride of a billionaire for 3 years would set her up for life and it is not one she is going to turn down.
This was meant to be just a simple marriage of convenience with a clear end date and with both getting exactly what they want. However, once Peter takes time to get know Emmaline he begins to wonder if he ever wants this to end....
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CJ Howard
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Contents
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
Chapter8
Chapter9
Chapter1
It was a warm spring evening down in the French Quarter of New Orleans, and a full scale party was hopping at the Ritz Carlton Hotel on Canal Street. A fund raiser was being held for the Governor to get him reelected, and all of the swankiest people were there. Politicians and businessmen were surrounded by beautiful women and everyone was smiling, dancing, and drinking, which is the rule of the day in the Quarter.
His limousine pulled up to the front door of the building, and Peter stepped out of the car, ran his hand through his tousled golden hair, flashed a brilliant smile at some of the women standing at the entrance to the hotel, and winked his emerald green eyes at them. They giggled and waved, grinning back at him like all women did. He strode into the hotel and glanced at himself in a mirror he passed. He looked good, and he knew it. He was wearing a dark green silk shirt and white pants that clung to his body in just the right places and left a little mystery in others. He dressed with style every day, with the intent of drawing women in and maintaining his very fashionable and classy appearance.
Peter didn’t get fifteen feet into the ballroom before men were glad-handing him and women were hugging him and kissing his cheek. They lingered around him, holding his hands, rubbing his back, and touching his face. Women had been this way with him since his voice had deepened and he vanquished puberty. He smiled and his dimples drew sighs and grins from the ladies who were gazing at him. There was a deep one in each cheek, a slight cleft in his chin, and a chiseled jaw that was usually sporting a three day beard.
He had a drink in his hand almost immediately and he took a long pull on it as two local politicians tried to bend his ear about contributions to their causes, while one of the women who had sidled up close to him when he walked in slid her arm around his waist and subtly dropped her hand to give his backside a firm squeeze. He didn’t flinch or even blink as the two men before him blathered on about their topics, he just reached his own hand down passed the woman’s hip and squeezed her back. She grinned and pressed her body up against the side of his, watching him as though he was the only man in the room.
Peter nodded at the men and asked them to email his assistant Nelson, and then he walked away from them and the woman walked with him. She pulled him to the side of the crowd of people and ran her hands up his chest, then held his face and kissed him hotly. He welcomed the distraction, and he kissed her back and rubbed his hands firmly over her hips. Then he let her go and tapped his finger on her nose and told her she was as sweet as a magnolia, and then he walked away from her, even though she tried to follow him and call after him.
He waded through the throng of people and finished three drinks before he made it all the way through the party in the ballroom. By that point, he was already fed up with them. He stopped at a bar in the emptiest corner of the room and refilled his glass of champagne. As he was standing there, he heard a soft voice and he looked up to see a gorgeous woman in a skintight red satin dress and high heels. Her curled blonde hair hung over her shoulders and formed crescents around her voluptuous breasts. Her full red lips curved into a smile and she gazed at him from aqua blue eyes. Peter let his appreciative gaze wander slowly over her body and then he smiled back at her. She had to be in her early twenties. She could have been a centerfold model, and might have been, for all he knew. Knowing women as well as he did, he would peg her at twenty-five.
“You look like I imagined you right into existence,” he said in a low, smooth voice.
She took a step closer to him and tilted her head. “You look like you’ve had your fill of this place and this truly maddening crowd.”
He knew right where she was going. He smiled and tilted his champagne glass back until it was empty. “I was done with it before I got here, at least until now. You’re the only thing that might keep me here just a little bit longer.”
She leaned forward and took his glass from his hand and set it on the bar. “Oh, I don’t think either one of us needs to be here any longer. Would you like to take a walk with me?” She slid her hand into his elbow and looked up at him expectantly.
“I was hoping you would save me from all this.” He smiled at her and she grinned back, and then they slipped out of a side door and down the hall away from the event.
“Where are we off to?” he asked conspiratorially.
“Oh, I thought I would show you around the hotel, starting with the elevator and ending in the suite I am staying in. How does that sound?” she asked as she pulled him into the elevator with her and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grinned and pulled her close to him.
“It sounds inviting, and very...” he leaned down and brushed his lips lightly over hers, just enough to tease her, “…enticing.” He smiled as she opened her mouth and trailed her tongue over his lips.
Her hand slid down to his groin and she began to caress him as he grew thick and solid beneath her fingers. She lifted her other hand to his face and gently pressed the fiery red tip of her fingernail into the dimple on one of his cheeks. “You are so beautiful.” she said, looking into his mesmerizing green eyes, and then she opened her mouth to taste his. He raised his hands to her breasts, cupping them and rubbing his fingers over her hardening nipples as they strained against the thin red mat
erial, reaching out for his touch.
The elevator bell rang and the doors slid open. She walked him to the suite she was staying in and closed the door behind him as he walked into it. He stood in a well-appointed living room and looked at her as she sauntered toward him, swaying like a cat ready to pounce on its prey.
“You know, you look familiar to me. What’s your name?” he asked, wondering where he had seen her face before.
“Carolyn,” she replied, as she took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She stopped him at the side of the bed and slipped his trousers off of him, delighted to find that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his pants. She stripped his shirt from him and ran her hands over his sculpted body, trailing her tongue over his smooth skin as she lowered herself to her knees before him. He groaned deeply as his desire grew and her mouth devoured him, somehow taking the fullness of him over her tongue and into her throat. He slid his hands into her thick blonde waves of hair and his fingers curled snugly around the back of her head as she drew his heat and pleasure almost to the tip of him, but he stopped her and said in a low voice, “Not yet, baby, I want much more of you than that.”
Carolyn released him and stood up before him. He grasped her hungrily, turning her so that her back was to his chest and he held her tightly to him, moving one hand to cup her breast, pinching her rock hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand slid up her leg under her dress. His fingers found her panties and moved beneath them, massaging her core and then dipping into her and moving swiftly over her.
She gasped and cried out in pleasure as he touched his lips to her ear and whispered, “Come for me, Carolyn…” and she did. It excited him enormously. “Come again…” he told her, his fingers moving even more deftly within her, and moments later she reached her arms back and clutched at the back of his head, crying out as she quivered in his grasp and her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Peter pulled her onto the bed with him and settled her so that she was straddling him. He ran his hands up her thighs, shoving the thin red material up as he went. He leaned in close to her and moved his lips over her skin, tasting her and biting at her gently until he reached her tiny panties. One quick snap of his practiced hands, and they were ripped off of her without a mark. She laughed for a moment, but her excitement became a loud gasp as he buried his tongue in her body and clenched his hands to the back of her, holding her tightly to his ravenous mouth as he moved his tongue nimbly over and into her, bringing her to orgasm in mere moments. When he had tasted her pleasure, he peeled her dress off of her and tossed it onto the floor, and then lowered her onto his anxiously awaiting erection.
His hands canvassed her full round breasts, squeezing them and pulling them to him as his mouth closed over her hard pink nipples and he thrust himself deeply into her. Peter’s hands moved over her body from her breasts to her hips, clenching her and holding her tightly to him as he filled her depths with his thick heat, moving lustfully while trying to hold back his own orgasm and take his time savoring every moment with her.
Carolyn rode his body with an erotic rhythm that sent thrills all over him, and he moved his mouth from her hard and twisting tongue to the buds of her nipples and then back to her hungry red lips again.
She grew more excited as he made her come again and again, and being bound up in her excitement, he could not hold his own ecstasy back any longer; he flooded her with his own heated pleasure, making her cry out in exhaustion and bliss.
She collapsed on his chest and giggled with a tired sigh, then looked up at him and kissed him softly. “You are so delicious,” she whispered. “I wish I could keep you for a while.”
He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her back. “No one keeps me,” he said with a sympathetic tone.
“Well, I’m going to keep you here with me just a little longer before I let you go.” She grinned at him. She rose up off of him and began massaging his body. His muscles melted at her touch and in no time, he was relaxed and felt like he could have a really good nap, until her tongue and mouth began to slide over his groin again and he stiffened with need once more. She pulled him to kneeling position and then she bent over in front of him, facing the foot of the bed. He smiled down at her and slowly pushed himself into the warm, wet depths of her, inch by inch, until he was fully inside, and then with his hands clamped on her hips, he began to pump himself into her again, and they both moaned and cried out loud in pleasure until the doors of the room opened and they were frozen in shock at the sight of an old man in his seventies, wearing a dark blue suit and a red tie, standing in front of them. He was flanked by photographers, reporters and new crews.
Peter blinked in surprise. “Governor Collins!” he breathed out.
The Governor glared down at the woman Peter’s body was buried in. “Carolyn!” he shouted.
She gasped and in the moment that her mouth fell open in horror, the cameras clicked and flashed brightly for what seemed like an eternity before the Governor stepped into the room and closed the doors behind him.
Peter pulled himself from Carolyn’s body and covered himself with a sheet as she bounced out of the bed and grabbed a robe from a nearby chair. The Governor looked at them both furiously.
“What in the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
She ran up to him and grasped his arm, but he shook her hands away. Peter was dressed in record time and turned to look at the old man again. “Governor, I guess you must know Carolyn?” he asked without blushing.
“She’s my wife!” he shouted at Peter.
Peter nodded and pursed his lips. “I am sorry about that, Sir. I didn’t know who she was. I’ll be going.”
The Governor tried to launch himself at Peter, but Carolyn grabbed him and pulled him away as Peter slipped through the bedroom doors and into the living room of the suite, where the Governor’s aides were sitting. One of the men turned and looked at him with thinly veiled rage.
“We are trying to get him re-elected, you moron!” the young man railed at him. Peter lifted his hands in the air in silent apology, and then quickly let himself out of the room only to be greeted by a throng of reporters and cameras just waiting for him to emerge.
The elevator took its time getting to him and though he turned his back to the news crews, they hassled him until the doors of the elevator closed and gave him some privacy.
Peter sighed and silently berated himself for not checking to find out who the woman was. Typically, he wasn’t concerned with whether or not the women he slept with were married or seeing someone else. In his opinion, that just wasn’t his business. It was up to the woman if she wanted to have an affair. He was only interested in the time they shared intimately, and when that was over, he was gone, so it didn’t matter to him what they did before or after his encounters with them. This one, however, was slightly different. He’d been invited to the Governor’s fundraiser so that he would contribute money to the re-election campaign for the man, not to mattress wrestle his wife in their suite during the event.
The fact that the reporters literally caught them in the act made it that much worse. Peter was a local prominent businessman, and he knew it would be a black eye from which he might never recover. He texted his driver and had his car waiting for him as he slipped out of a side door from the hotel as quickly and quietly as he could, wishing he could leave it all behind him.
*
Two weeks later, the papers were still buzzing about his illicit affair, and photos of him buried hip deep in Carolyn were splashed all over the pages of the newspapers, magazines, and all over the internet. He was advised by his assistant, Nelson, that he should stay out of the public as much as possible and focus on his business deals. It was crucial that he made no further mistakes of any sort, so he stayed in the office of his mansion and worked from there.
He’d been making plans to refurbish some of the area in and around the French Quarter that had been severely damaged by the last major hurricane. Prior to his fla
grant affair, he had just scheduled a meeting with some of the city’s officials and business owners to collaborate with him on the project. He poured all of his efforts into preparing an airtight presentation; one that would convince all of them to cut through the notorious red tape that the city officials wrapped the city in and work with him to make the refurbishment a major success. New Orleans needed the facelift, and he knew he was the right man to do it. He just needed to convince everyone else of it.
The day of the meeting finally came, and he rode in the limo to a charming little restaurant down in the Quarter, near the area he wanted to work on. He had secured a private room for the evening and arranged for a Creole dinner to be served to all of them. When he entered the meeting, it was obvious that his reputation had preceded him. The men and women who attended were cold and quiet towards him, and there were several people who had said they would attend and then bowed out after his tumble with the Governor’s wife.
He stood tall and acted every bit the gracious and humble host of the evening, seeing to any of the slightest needs of his guests, and having dinner and cocktails served to them while he made his presentation. He just hoped it was enough.
Peter hit the nail on the head. He could not have delivered his proposal any better. The men and women who were present had begun the evening with cold disregard for him, and though he had plied them with wine and whiskey throughout the evening, as well as some of the best food to be cooked up in the Quarter, they still saw the benefit to the community in the endeavors he was suggesting that they undertake.
At the end of the evening, he could not tell if they were fully sold or not, and he felt his stomach drop when one of the more prominent business owners of the neighborhood spoke up after he ended his presentation.
