My Playboy Fiance: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Katerina Cole

  “Oh,” I groaned loudly into his mouth, shuddering beneath him just as everything else was reduced to white noise.

  “I want to feel you come on my cock,” he grinded out breathlessly.

  I gasped, but my climax cut me off. I stretched out my fingers, gripping what I could as an intense orgasm flooded my body and left me reeling. This time I actually went numb with pleasure.

  When I finished pulsating around his cock, he gently flipped me over onto my back and stood staring down at my naked, flushed body.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Looking at you,” he answered.

  I raised my eyebrows at him, and he lowered himself between my legs again, plunging hard into me once more. I groaned loudly at the force. The heat building within me spread throughout my body, like a wave of ecstasy. I clawed at his back, pulling him deeper into me as the sensation intensified.

  “Oh fuck, Hawk. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I screamed and he jerked as my orgasm pushed him over the edge. A guttural groan passed his lips as he crashed down on me exhausted.

  19

  Crawford

  Everything was fucking different now. Everything.

  I flipped the pancake over on the skillet and grinned when I heard Mia’s bare feet on the kitchen floor. I’d let her sleep this morning. It was almost eleven. I didn’t know what time it was when we finished fucking the second time.

  “Hope it’s ok I borrowed one of your shirts.” She plucked at my Sharks jersey falling off her creamy shoulder.

  I looked at her legs. The hem reached the tops of her thighs.

  “Damn.” It was all I could manage to say.

  She picked a piece of bacon off the platter and took a bite. “I had no idea you could cook. I thought it was only pizza.” She giggled.

  I tossed the pancake on a plate and handed it to her. “Baby, I have so many hidden talents.”

  “Apparently.” She waggled her eyebrows and sat at the kitchen table.

  I settled in next to her and reached for the syrup. “Did you check on Cameron?”

  I saw the way she bit the corner of her lip. “I couldn’t help it. I had to know if he was ok.”

  “I get it. And how was he?”

  “He didn’t want to talk to me. But they said he had breakfast and they think he slept through the night.” She sighed.

  I could tell she wasn’t satisfied with the report. I watched the steam rise from my plate. “That’s all good news, isn’t it?”

  “It is. But I worry so much. There’s no one that’s his person, you know? No one who knows him. Knows what to do with him. Some days it breaks my heart too much.”

  Shit. She was killing me and we hadn’t even made it past breakfast. But what she said mattered. I wanted to know about the kid. I wanted to know how she was feeling. What we had shared in the past twenty-four hours was something I’d never have with anyone else and I knew that.

  The sex was fucking out of this world.

  “So what do you do on Saturdays?” I asked.

  Other than the after school clubs she monitored, I didn’t know what this woman did in her spare time.

  “I usually pick up Cameron and we go to the park or something and have lunch. If he’s up for it, I try one of the museums.”

  I nodded. The pancakes were good. “Ever think about taking him to a game?”

  “You mean the Sharks?”

  “What other team?” I joked.

  “I can’t afford those kinds of tickets.”

  “Playoffs start Sunday. Why don’t you bring Cameron tomorrow?”

  She lowered her fork. “You want me to bring Cameron to watch you play?”

  “I do.” I studied her eyes. I couldn’t help it. I leaned over, sucking her lips between mine. My hands circled her neck, drawing her closer and tighter.

  She moaned slightly, licking the syrup from my lips.

  I reached under the jersey, pinching and twisting her nipple with authority. I’d never wanted a woman to be mine so badly. I’d never needed it so much.

  Her tits were fucking perfection. They hardened under my touch. Pebbled and begging for more.

  “I want you there. Understand?”

  She nodded, but her head fell backward as I moved to her other nipple.

  “That’s a big deal, Hawk,” she whispered. “It’s…”

  “I know exactly what it is.” My voice was low and authoritative. If I was going to do this—I was going to do it completely. She was going to be mine. Only mine.

  “I’ll be there,” she whispered.

  “Good.”

  I brought my mouth to hers again. She felt incredible. Everything about her body. Every sound she made. My hands wrapped in the silkiness of her hair. I could get lost in this woman. Maybe I already was.

  I pushed back from the table and lifted her to her feet. The jersey slid off her body like an oversized robe and I marveled at her lush curves.

  “We haven’t even finished breakfast,” she whispered.

  “Oh, are you hungry?”

  She nodded. She reached for the bottle of syrup and sank to her knees, dragging my pajama pants with her. My hard shaft sprang free. Her wide eyes looked up toward mine as she licked her lips.

  She was the devil disguised as an angel. My cock bobbed and bounced as she trickled sticky syrup up and down, coating the head with swirls of sugar.

  I’d never been so fucking aroused in my life. I gripped the back of her head, stared at her red lips, and slid my dick inside her mouth, trying to restrain myself from the pounding I wanted to give her. No woman could take my cock all at once. She needed to warm up.

  After a few pumps I was down her throat so deep she was groaning and moaning. She squeezed my balls gently, tugging as I felt my spine clench and convulse. I thrust harder and she took everything with a welcome suck.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing.” I pumped into her lips.

  My spine tingled and I knew I was going to come. I grabbed the back of her head, bracing her for the powerful explosion erupting from my body.

  One.

  Two.

  Three fucks and I lost it. My seed blasted in her mouth, thundering from my cock as it oozed down her throat with power. I stood emptying myself into her while she whimpered, clinging to my thighs.

  “Oh, baby.” I held my dick, sliding it from her mouth, then stumbled back to the nearest chair.

  She wiped her mouth and smiled greedily.

  “You are going to be the woman who kills me, aren’t you?” I could barely breathe.

  She crawled toward me. Her tits grazed my inner leg before she kissed the tip of my cock and then my stomach.

  “Not before I get to see you play tomorrow.” She giggled.

  “Death by blow job is the way to go.” I took another inhale.

  She smiled. “Hey, so what about today? Want to go with me to pick up Cameron? I have to leave in about fifteen minutes.”

  I kissed her forehead. “Wish I could, but I’ve got light practice then a team meeting. Playoffs are no shit serious around here.”

  “I understand.”

  I stood, drawing her topless body to mine. “But tonight?”

  “I don’t want to distract you if you need to study or something. Maybe after the game instead?”

  I laughed. “You’re cute. You know that?”

  She pinched her lips together. “Cute? Because I don’t want to be the reason you lose sleep before a huge game?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “Because you think we’re going to sleep tonight. And that I give a shit about anything other than fucking your gorgeous body as many times as I can tonight.”

  I loved the blush that reddened her body. “But—”

  I stopped the protest with a powerful kiss. “Shut up, baby. Kiss me and I’ll see you here tonight. I’ll be back at eight. Got it?”

  Her fingers pressed into the skin on the back of my neck. “Got it.”

  And that was when I realized maybe
there was a perfect woman for me. And maybe the flame between us was only the beginning of a raging fire.

  20

  Mia

  Cameron seemed quiet. He was usually a quiet kid, but it was worse today. I had taken him to his favorite parks to cheer him up. But nothing worked.

  He avoided my questions about what happened when he made it back to the home last night. I got it—he didn’t want to talk about his great escape. I didn’t want to keep bringing it up either. We had to move past it. He was safe, and that was what mattered most.

  “Hey, want to try the air and space museum today?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “Hmm. What about the science expo? I read that kids can do all kinds of experiments. You could be a mad scientist.”

  He had barely taken two bites of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made for him. I had finished my lunch. I was famished after my all morning sexfest.

  A family of three walked past us. The mom looked up at the father and they exchanged a knowing look as their son skipped ahead of them and they locked hands. I sighed louder than I meant to.

  “I know something that might cheer you up.” I turned toward Cameron, hoping he hadn’t seen the happy trio breeze past us with their perfect life.

  He looked up at me. “What?”

  “Well, I talked to Hawk this morning.” I wasn’t about to say it was while he was feeding me pancakes after we’d had life-altering sex. “And he’s invited you and me to watch him play tomorrow.”

  The smile was instantaneous. “What?”

  I laughed. “I thought that might turn your day around.”

  “And they’ll let me go?”

  I nodded. “I already got permission to check you out of the home for the day tomorrow.” I’d never spent a Sunday with Cameron. It would be another first.

  “You did?” I could see all his teeth, he was smiling so hard.

  “And we get to sit in Hawk’s private box. Just the two of us.”

  Cameron hopped from the park bench. “All right.”

  “Well, it’s tomorrow. We can’t go right now.”

  He shook his head. “No, all right we can go to the air and space museum.”

  “Oh, the museum.” I scrambled to grab my bag and the backpack he carried everywhere. He had already started walking. “Ok. Yes. We can do the museum now.”

  Cameron and I darted through the park. The November wind kicked up and I pulled my scarf closer to my neck. The leaves danced over his little feet.

  “Come on, Miss Bristow. Hurry up.”

  I chased after him. And it hit me how odd it sounded when he said that. I wanted to tell him to say something more personal. But what? Mia? Aunt Mia? Mom? My heart thudded. Because that was what I wanted. I wanted to be his parent. His mom.

  But I was a teacher. A volunteer. Someone who tried to show him love and friendship. And I knew how dangerous it was to get any closer to him than I already was. What if his next foster family was twenty miles away? He’d have to change schools. I prayed that wouldn’t happen. Yet, I prayed for him to have a family.

  Cameron deserved that. He deserved that mom and dad I saw in the park. He deserved his own room that he could cram full of seashells from beach trips and rocks and sticks he found outside. A place that was his own. Not a cot he shared in a room with six other boys. He needed clothes and shoes he could be proud to wear. He needed a lunchbox and his own pencil case.

  And I knew what was looming ahead of us… Christmas. The thought of this child waking up in the group home without family and with no one to hug him killed me. The tears stung the corners of my eyes.

  I was wracked with guilt and love. It was an odd combination that tugged my heart to my ribs.

  “Miss Bristow, can I do the flight stimulator this time?”

  I blinked. “Did you stay stimulator?”

  “Yeah, when I get to fly.”

  I laughed. “Yes, but let’s call it the simulator, ok?”

  He didn’t care. He kept running, chasing the leaves on the sidewalk. And that was the bliss of childhood. The despair he had felt twenty minutes ago was erased by the promise of watching Hawk’s game tomorrow.

  One glimmer of hope and all the darkness faded for him.

  I sighed. If I only it were that easy for me.

  By the time I dropped Cameron off at the home he was exhausted. We had covered every square inch of the museum. I bought him popcorn and a special soda float before we had to leave.

  Usually Saturday nights were hard for both of us, but this one was different. We had tomorrow to look forward to. And I knew that was because of Hawk. He had given Cameron something to be happy about.

  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning after breakfast, ok?” I reminded him.

  “I’ll wait right here. On the top step.”

  “Ok. Sounds like a plan.” I smiled. I wanted to hug him, but I waited to see which way his body moved.

  He put his hands out and I stepped forward, feeling them wrap around me. I inhaled his earthy boy smell and smiled.

  “Good night, honey. Try to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

  He nodded. “Good night, Miss Bristow.”

  I handed him over and made sure he was on the other side of the partition before I left. I didn’t want a repeat of last night, but I was certain Cameron wouldn’t run away again. He was too excited about tomorrow. And so was I.

  21

  Crawford

  From the window in my loft I could see Christmas lights popping up all over the damn city. The holidays meant playoff season to me. Growing up, it had meant waking up to a cold house with a few shitty gifts under the tree.

  My mom did her best. I knew she did, but it didn’t make the holidays any sweeter. Instead they were hell. She’d cry all damn day. I didn’t know if it was because she missed my dad. Looking back, it was probably because she was alone. Alone with me.

  While she sank into her grief I was left to figure out mine. But what did a kid know about how to deal with feelings? I didn’t get why I hated the holidays until I was old enough to know they were shitty because I had always spent them miserable instead of happy. My world was wrecked because the adults in my life couldn’t get their shit together.

  Hell if I was going to let that cycle continue.

  I didn’t know why in the fuck I was even considering this, but I knew I had to do it. I had to at least try. I couldn’t let shit like this keep happening. Not to another kid.

  I had thirty minutes before Mia would arrive. I pulled out my phone and hit Savannah’s number.

  “Babe, big day tomorrow,” she answered.

  “Yeah. Yeah, it is,” I replied. “Look, I need you to do something for me.”

  “Aww, shit. Did you get arrested again?”

  I shook my head. “No. Fuck no. It’s bigger than that.”

  “Huh. Ok, go ahead.”

  I took a deep breath. I’d be damned if I let that kid have a shitty life. “I want to adopt a kid.”

  “Holy shit,” she blurted out. “Sorry.”

  “It’s one of the kids at the school. Cameron Evans. He’s been bounced around from foster home to foster home. He needs a place, you know? Can you look into it? See what I need to do to get him here.”

  “You’re serious? The night before playoffs and you want to talk about daddy daycare shit, Hawk?”

  “Damn it, Savi. I’ve never been more fucking serious. Can you do this for me or not? I could use your help.”

  She sighed. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting into? Legal red tape. Guardianship. Supervised visits. Court appearances. My sister and her husband went through this process. It took two years. I watched them go through the most emotional roller coaster of their lives. It’s not going to be easy, Hawk. I just need to know you’re in this for the long haul before you go down this road.”

  I rubbed the back of my head. I knew it was going to be hell. If it wasn’t, the kid would have had
a home by now. A real family. Instead, here I was—the last mother fucker on the planet who should be trying to take on the role of parent.

  “I know. I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll pay whatever it costs. Just figure out the details for me.”

  “I can do that for you. Can you give me a week?”

  “Yeah. I’ve kind of got a big fucking game tomorrow.”

  She laughed. “I’ll be there.”

  “Oh, that reminds me. I need box passes.”

  “For Pops again?”

  Shit. I should have included him. I’d get her to call him and extend a third ticket. “Yeah, call Pops for me and ask him. But the other two are for Mia Bristow and for the boy Cameron.”

  “Ahh, I see what’s happening.” She had that tisk-tisk sound in her voice.

  “You don’t see shit, Savi. Just get the tix.”

  “You’re playing house. I knew it. You fell for the teacher chick and now you want the kid. Presto family.”

  I rolled my eyes. It was a good thing Savannah was a chick or I’d deck her for saying shit like this to me. “She’s in my life. He’s in my life. Get them tickets,” I growled.

  “Got it, boss.”

  “And this is completely confidential. I don’t want anything getting out until I know I can move forward. I can’t give the kid hope, then yank it away.”

  “Hey, I’ve seen what my family has been through. I wouldn’t do that. I’m only giving you a hard time. I think it’s amazing. Honestly, I knew you had a heart of gold in there somewhere.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “I’ll start on it Monday after we get through tomorrow. I have press requests coming in every thirty seconds. Let me handle that and then we’ll see how to make you a daddy.”

  I grinned. “Deal. Thanks.”

  “It’s what you pay me millions for.”

  I laughed. “Good night.” I hung up and stared at the city below me.