Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Kat gets up and sashays around the desk. She jumps up on it, swinging her legs a bit.

  “Why not do it now? You want to reward me so badly. Get in there now. There’s nothing I like more after fixing a deal than a nice orgasm.”

  I know the scowl has returned to my face. I’m trying to gain ground here, not lose it.

  “But here in the office, I’m in charge, babe,” I explain as I rest my hands on her knees. “I’ll happily indulge your every whim when we get home. I’ll do anything my little Kat commands. But here in the office, I’m in charge. Not the other way around.”

  I can’t puzzle out her expression. Those golden eyes are wide, fixed on mine.

  Her lips are just slightly parted.

  I can’t tell if she’s for it or against it.

  Fuck it! That doesn’t matter.

  I told her I’m in charge here. That means I am, and I don’t give a good fucking damn what she thinks of it.

  She’s going to get that after-deal orgasm, maybe not the way she wanted it. An escalation of her power and control. She’s going to get multiple orgasms by way of being thrashed by my cock, so help me.

  10

  Katrina

  He shoves me up against the wall and pins me there.

  That doesn’t fucking surprise me, honestly. That seems like a standard move from the sexual arsenal of a man like Will Ambrose: forceful, intense, pushy, and demanding.

  What does surprise me is that I enjoy it as much as I do.

  I’m not the kind of woman who’s easily dominated.

  Like, let’s be real, babe.

  I’ve got the kind of personality that would make a lesser man weak in the knees in all the worst ways. But not Will Ambrose.

  No—if anything, Will Ambrose sees this as a fucking challenge.

  This man’s like a hammer; everything’s a nail to him.

  And when he pins me up against the wall? I know exactly what he’ll be nailing next.

  Me.

  “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” I ask.

  “After that little show? No, I’m fucking not,” Will responds.

  I love the way he challenges me.

  “Right here? In the office?” I ask.

  “Less questions,” he tells me. “More nudity.”

  Will presses his body against mine. He grabs each of my wrists, holding both of them against the wall level with my head.

  He kisses my ear and neck, breathing heavily at the same time. He releases my hands so he can unbutton my white blouse and remove it. He throws it over his shoulder.

  “That’s some bra you have on,” he comments, staring at the white lacy bra I’d bought at a lingerie store last week. “Did you wear it just for me?”

  “You like it, huh?” I smile at him.

  “I fucking love it.” He smiles back at me. “You’re fucking hot in it.” He kisses me on my neck and down between my breasts. “I’m so ready to fuck you.”

  He kisses me long and hard—the same way he kissed me the night before. I can feel his huge cock move under his pants and against the pencil skirt I’m wearing.

  He stops kissing me and looks at me with those smoky fuck-me eyes he has. We’re so close that our noses nearly touch.

  “Is that all you’re going to give me?” I ask.

  If he sees this as a fucking challenge, then it’s game time.

  “Oh, so you’re up for this?” Will says.

  He smiles that shit-eating grin at me.

  “I’m more than up for it, honey.”

  I catch him off guard and move away from the wall.

  “And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks.

  I run around to the other end of the huge wooden desk sitting in the middle of the room.

  I lean against it.

  “So you want to play hard to get. Is that it?” he suggests.

  He smirks at me from the other end of the desk.

  “No, not at all,” I laugh.

  He chases me around the desk twice until he grabs my arm the second time around. This black pencil skirt and my fucking pink heels make it hard to run.

  He grabs a hold of my other arm and moves me back toward the wall. He tries to pin me again, but I manage to outsmart him. I push him to the wall, but not the way he did me.

  He kisses me again. He moves his tongue around and inside my mouth. I can feel my nipples hardening, and that tingly feeling comes between my legs.

  His huge cock moves in his pants again.

  He releases the kiss. He grabs my right shoulder and pushes me down to the floor. I kneel on the floor in front of him—although it’s not easy dressed the way I am.

  I yank his pants down. Then I pull his boxers down, and they fall to his ankles.

  His mighty cock points right at me, like it knows what Will wants.

  I begin kissing his muscular left thigh and then his right.

  His cock continues to get harder and harder. Will grabs the back of my head and pushes me toward his cock.

  I kiss and then lick the end of it. He moans in approval.

  “God. Christ. Don’t fucking stop,” he says.

  I look up and see that his eyes are closed and his head’s tilted back.

  I stick my mouth over the end of his cock and suck on it. I try hard to get as much of it in my mouth as I can. There’s no way I’ll get all of it in my mouth.

  It’s that fucking huge.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “That’s it, baby. Keep going. Just like that.”

  His cock becomes so hard in my mouth. I know he’s about to come.

  And he does.

  I catch most of his cum in my mouth. But there’s just so much, I can’t catch it all.

  Cum’s everywhere—in my mouth, on the floor, on his pants.

  Will grabs my dark hair and pulls me up to a standing position.

  He kisses me hard once again.

  His cock rubs against the outside of my skirt, getting cum on it like everything else.

  Will steps out of his pants and boxers and moves toward the desk. His left hand grabs my right hand, keeping him as close to me as he can. His right hand scoops everything but the phone and the laptop on the other end off the desk.

  “Remember how I told you how many women I’ve fucked on this desk?” he asks and shoves me onto it.

  “Yes.”

  “Now it’s your turn.”

  He unzips the zipper on the side of my skirt.

  He jerks my skirt off me, and then my lacy bikini panties. He stands over me, looking down with that shit-eating grin.

  “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t stand to be fucked anymore.”

  “I’ll believe it when I see it,” I say.

  I’m always up for a good challenge.

  “You fucking asked for it,” he says, still grinning.

  He bends over me and grabs my hands to hold me down. He kisses my neck. Then, he moves down to my bra and kisses my breasts through it.

  I can feel how wet I am between my legs.

  “You can undo the front clasp.”

  I want him to release my tits. I want to feel his tongue move around them.

  My round breasts pop out at him. He kisses them until my nipples are so hard that they ache.

  “You’re as horny as I am,” he comments. Will grabs the phone and uses the cord to wrap my wrist. “I’m going to punish you for it, Kat.”

  I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I’m sure it’s not something I want to know.

  “Call Paxton back,” he says, binding my wrists with the phone cord.

  “Paxton? Please. I sealed that deal…and if you haven’t noticed, we’re a little occupied,” I say.

  I try to sit up but realize that’s hard to do when your hands are tied above your head by a phone cord. Will dials Mr. Paxton’s number. While the phone rings, he continues kissing down my body.

  He kisses my stomach until he reaches between my legs. He kisses the inside of each of my thigh
s. The tingly feeling returns to the point where I throb because I’m so aroused.

  I’m even wetter than I was before he started kissing me.

  Will slides his huge cock inside me. He grabs my hips and starts moving in rhythm.

  “Oh my fucking…” I moan.

  “Hello?” the male voice on the other end of the phone says.

  I forget the phone’s cradled between my left shoulder and ear.

  I recognize the voice.

  “Hello, Mr. Paxton. I want to talk to you about the deal we’ve got in motion.”

  “Hello, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I’m more than happy to speak to you about that.”

  “I’d like to increase…” I begin. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.”

  I hold the phone, trying not to let it slide out of its place.

  “What are you talking about?” Mr. Paxton asks.

  I can’t make Will stop, not when it feels so good.

  “As I was saying, I wanted to chat with you about your purchases with Ambrose Industries…oh, more please!”

  “Excuse me?” Mr. Paxton says.

  I can tell he’s confused. But I can’t help it. This sex is so much fucking fun.

  And I’m doing it with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “I would like to see your purchases from Ambrose Industries quadruple this year,” I begin. “What do you need from me to make that happen?”

  I’m playing this fast and loose—on the phone, anyway.

  I don’t know what Will wants from me, other than my body—my cunt—and watching me fucking squirm while he puts me on the spot.

  “I don’t know about that, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I can’t make any kind of a deal with you until I talk it over with the board of my company. This is a big and important purchase, you’ll understand…”

  Will slides his cock in and out of me in a rapid rhythm.

  “More. MORE!” I moan. I can’t help myself.

  “Ms. Connor, more what?” the poor man on the other end of the phone asks.

  He has no idea what’s going on. And I’m sure as hell not about to tell him.

  “Uh, more time. I thought you were the CEO of your company. Don’t you make these decisions? A man like you must know how to make things happen, Mr. Paxton,” I say.

  “Well, yes, I’m the CEO, but…”

  “Oh my god. Give it to me!”

  Will hasn’t stopped moving his cock in and out of me. And I’m about to have the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

  “I…you’re a very forceful woman, Ms. Connor. I’m not sure…”

  He had no fucking idea what I really meant. I intend to keep it that way.

  “That’s right,” I moan, and I’m not even sure who I’m talking to at this point—Paxton, or Will. “Just like that. Make it happen—make it fucking happen!”

  Just like I thought I would, I had the biggest orgasm of my life…followed by several little ones. Never have I ever felt like this before. No man has ever satisfied me like Will Ambrose just did.

  At the same time, Will slings cum from his cock all over my stomach, my breasts, my desk—everywhere.

  He smiles down at me. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

  I can only hope Mr. Paxton didn’t hear Will say that. My hands are still tied with the phone cord, the phone still cradled in my neck.

  “What did you just say, Ms. Connor?” Mr. Paxton asks.

  “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” I motion at Will to untie me so I can hold the phone with my hand.

  He doesn’t take the hint, though.

  “It sure sounded like someone’s in the room with you and said something. I heard a man’s voice,” Mr. Paxton says. “Is there something funny going on here?”

  “So what do you say to that purchase?” I attempt to get the conversation back on track.

  “I…I already told you that I need to speak with my board, Ms. Connor.”

  “I have other companies who are interested, so I’ll need an answer from you by the end of the day.”

  I watch Will walk away from me and grab some paper towels from a stack on the counter.

  He cleans off his cock.

  “What do you say, Mr. Paxton?” I ask.

  Will stands next to me. He swings his hips, and I see his cock wiggling around.

  The other end’s silent. I’m sure he’s hung up on me.

  “Well…you know what, let’s do it. You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Connor, but you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mr. Paxton says.

  “That’s great. I appreciate your business,” I say. “I’ll have the paperwork done and sent to you by the end of the day.”

  “Sounds…good. Very good. Very…”

  The other end goes dead.

  “Are you impressed yet?” I tell Will.

  “You fucking bet I am,” Will adds, laughing.

  11

  William

  I watch Kat’s throat as she tips her head back, swallowing half a bottle of sake.

  It’s her third.

  She surprises me constantly. I thought I’d do the gentlemanly thing and take her out to my favorite sushi bar. I never thought she would share my passion for wasabi and sake.

  The food’s top-notch as usual, and we’re right under the action at the bar with hot pieces of meat flying out to land miraculously on plates left right and center.

  The theater, the food—they usually distract and amp me up. But tonight, I’m more fascinated by those gulps of Kat’s hungry lips and her thirsty tongue.

  All the other quick fucks I’ve had just disappear the moment I walk out the door, but this time it’s like my skin’s remembering her touch.

  I have to stop thinking this way; otherwise, I’m going to bulge right out of my pants.

  Wouldn’t be the first time at this very bar, too.

  Still, I need to play this cool. This woman’s a fucking shark.

  She slams the bottle down on the counter and nips up a salmon roll with her sticks—fuck, can she use them—and flips it into her mouth. She gives me a side glance and a hint of a girly grin as she struggles to get her mouth around the meat.

  Well, that’s it. My boner’s poking high out of my pants, and there’s no help for it.

  I clear my throat and stab up a few morsels for myself, gulping some sake. I’m not good at this self-examination shit.

  I like life to be simple.

  Money, booze, pussy. Repeat, in a different order with slight variations.

  Having emotional stirrings and personal uncertainty isn’t on my list of things to do. As much as I hate this feeling, I hate that I’m trying to think of something smart to say even more.

  She’s starting to look at me—early conversation was easy, about the food and the bar—but now I’ve got to engage her.

  I honestly don’t know how to do that without my cock.

  “Look at them.”

  Kat gestures across the room. There’s an elderly couple sharing a platter, gazing into each other’s eyes like newlyweds and feeding each other.

  “Cute,” I say.

  Maybe it is.

  I don’t give a literal fuck. I’m rich. I’m not getting old.

  “How is it, do you think? Have they struggled all this time? Have they settled and made their peace with it? I don’t get it. I seriously don’t. No matter how they got there, it would’ve been constant sacrifice. Compromise. I’m not into that. I can’t do it…that’s kind of why I gave up on love,” she admits, blushing just a touch.

  It might just be the wasabi.

  “That means you must’ve believed in it at some point then,” I pry.

  I’m going to need something harder than sake, I think.

  “Oh, you know.”

  Kat tosses that dark stormy hair, her eyes glinting golden flecks in the light.

  “All little girls play the game. The difference is, all those girls are still playing, and I’m not.”

  She gives me a ha
rd, steady stare.

  Shit, she’s fucking sound after all that sake. It’s almost scary how intense she is.

  “I’m not in love with you, Will. I don’t plan to be in love, ever.”

  “Good thing we’re just having fun then?” I reply.

  I grin as I sip some more sake, trying to ignore the throbbing of my cock. It had settled down, but it perks back up the second I mention “fun.”

  “And you have a mail-order husband now, so you don’t need to worry about love. That’s what these deals are made for. Fucking on demand, a nice eye candy for a big event. Anything you please, whenever you want it.”

  I want to touch her…to just casually stroke her knee and squeeze her arm.

  I just want to touch her.

  She laughs. “It does sound like a nice deal! I always have my sister for emotional support. It’s only the dick I have to order out for.”

  I laugh easily.

  “Yeah, well, my sister isn’t big on the emotional support part. None of my family is, really. But I wouldn’t be here at all with you if it wasn’t for Sarah. See, I had this bet with her…it was fucking impossible. I had this ditz of a caddie, you know, the cheap type who can’t manage her own tits, and I was getting drunk, so I wanted to try hitting the ball off her ass.”

  Kat’s girlish giggles escape as a big cackle. She puts a hand over her mouth.

  “Fuck no! You did not.”

  “Yes, I fucking did. I was considering getting creative with the balls…but then I thought slapping her around the ass with an iron might be more fun.”

  Kat was giggling upon giggling.

  “So I’m all set up to shoot, and my sister comes along and starts chewing me out. Says I’m never going to meet a respectable woman. Well, fuck, who said I was even looking!”

  Kat bursts out into a huge cackle, and I’m laughing my guts out, too. The sake loosened us up, but the laugh’s letting us go.

  I’m feeling like I can be myself and not hide. It’s a nice feeling.

  I’m not sure I’ve ever had it before.

  “So,” I continue, taking another roll from the platter, “she says she’s going to hit a hole-in-one off the caddie’s ass. I say it’s impossible. I mean, I wasn’t even going to try for the green! Why wouldn’t I take the bet, seriously? I thought I couldn’t lose. She says I have to be a mail-order husband if I lose…I was pretty sure such a thing didn’t exist, anyway. Well, if it doesn’t blow my brain cells out like good whiskey when she makes the fucking shot. She’s got to be a witch or something.”