Lucky Prince_A Fake Fiance, Real Royal Wedding Romance

by Eva Luxe

I’m old enough to be her father. And I’m her boss. I should know better. I do.

  But those lips. Those eyes. Those curves.

  I had to come back and see if she wanted me as much as I want her. And now I have my answer.

  “What are you reading?” I ask her, without even bothering to say hello.

  We are past such pleasantries. We both know what we want. I want to take her, to make her mine, and I don’t want to waste time before I do it.

  “This,” she says, and passes me the book.

  I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees.

  I stare at her.

  I know what she’s trying to tell me.

  She’s a virgin. And she wants me.

  I hand her the book back without saying a word. I can’t do it. She’s so young. So, innocent underneath despite the tough exterior she puts up on the outside. She has no idea what kind of relationships I’m into. I can’t ruin her by defiling and debasing her.

  I take a step away from her, and start to open my mouth to tell her to have a good night. But she crawls after me. She literally crawls and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen a woman do.

  “Please, Boss,” she says, getting on her knees and feeling my cock through my pants.

  My stupid fucking cock isn’t listening to my brain. It wants her bad. It’s like putty in her hands. Except she’s making it hard as a rock.

  “I want you,” she tells me.

  “I know.”

  She looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes begging me to take her.

  I let her unzip my pants and slide my cock out of my boxer briefs. Her eyes widen in delight at my full ten inches. She licks its head and just when I think she is so dainty and shy, which would make sense because I can sense she’s a virgin, she begins sucking on it, hard and eager, and moving her hand up and down on my shaft.

  “Oh, my God,” I tell her. “Ruby. That feels so good.”

  She takes my entire cock in her mouth like a champ. I grab her head and push myself further inside her, holding onto her hair like I’ve fantasized about doing since I first met her. I fuck her mouth and she deep throats me and for a second, I forget how fucking innocent she has to be.

  I think about the fact that anyone could walk right through this door. They could catch us in the act and it could ruin both of us.

  I don’t know whether that thought thrills me or terrifies me. I suppose it’s a mixture of both.

  “Ruby,” I say, looking down at her as she twirls her tongue over the tip of my cock, grabbing my balls and teasing me so badly just for interrupting her to ask a question. “Have you ever had sex before?”

  She shakes her head and bats her eyes at me. Fuck.

  Then she moves her mouth all over my cock and I let her.

  But this has to be it, I tell myself.

  I need this release. I’ve been wanting it, fucking dreaming of it.

  I reach down and pull her perfect breasts out of her blouse— they’re gorgeous and I want them to be mine but I’m going to have to settle for what we’re doing now because I can’t take her innocence no matter how much I want to.

  I grab her tits in my hand and she lets out a soft little moan as she eats my cock. I take her nipples in my fingers and twist them, willing myself not to do it as hard as I want.

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, licking up and down my shaft and then shoving my cock back in her mouth. “Please, Boss.”

  “Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I ask her.

  She nods as she continues to suck my cock.

  “Then you’re going to have to beg for it because I need this to be something you want,” I tell her. “I need this to be your choice.”

  “Please, Boss,” she says, her lips grabbing the top of my cock and then sucking all the way down to the bottom and then back up again. “Please come in my mouth.”

  I rub her nipples with my fingers while she moans. Then I grab onto them good and hard while I feel myself getting ready to climax.

  I fill up her mouth even more with my pulsing cock as I say, “All right, Ruby. Here it fucking comes.”

  I can’t talk anymore because I’m gasping and out of breath as I explode my cum into her mouth. She continues sucking until the very last drop is out and she swallows it all.

  “Oh, my God,” I tell her. “I can’t believe we just did this.”

  “It’s okay,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “I wanted to. I liked it.”

  She thinks I feel guilty. Sure, that’s some of what I felt while she was sucking my cock. But I also felt the rush of forbidden excitement.

  Now, though, I feel something different.

  Something I’ve never felt before. And it terrifies me more than the thought of getting caught had both terrified and excited me just a few minutes ago.

  She has a perfect dimple on her chin. I put my finger there and I lift her head up to look into my eyes.

  “Ruby,” I tell her. “We can’t do this again.”

  I begin zipping my pants up and she pulls her shirt and bra up over her perfect tits.

  “I know,” she says.

  But she’s looking at me as if she doesn’t know. As if she’s patiently waiting for more already.

  Damn it.

  I’ve never felt this feeling in my gut and now I’m never going to be able to get rid of it. I’m used to quick one night stands with women I never see again. Now I’m going to have to see her teasing me, tempting me, every day. And I’m going to have to deal with this quickening of breath in my chest, this fast beating in my heart, every time I fucking see her.

  Great. She’s ruined me and I didn’t even get to fuck her.

  Chapter 12 – Ruby

  THE NEXT DAY

  I never thought I’d enjoy working any job so much as I do this one. I think it’s the best job ever, just because I get to sleep with my boss.

  Sure, he says we can’t do anything more than we did, but his eyes and his huge cock tell me otherwise. I just know he’s going to take my virginity. It’s only a matter of time.

  All day, Shirley’s been showing me the most mundane tasks again but Cameron is around most of the time and it feels great to be near him again. It’s obvious to me that he wants me but thinks I’m too innocent for him. If only he knew what a bad, bad girl I want to be for him.

  In the afternoon, he tells Shirley she can go home early.

  “Are you sure?” she asks, obviously not used to doing that.

  “Yes,” he says. “You’ve shown Ruby how to file the motions to dismiss Judge Baez and now she can spend the rest of the afternoon doing those. You can look them over tomorrow before they get filed, to make sure everything looks right.”

  “Thank you,” she says, her eyes darting to the door as if she’s happy to be making her escape home to Winston.

  As soon as she leaves, I turn around and look at Cameron. He clears his throat, as if willing me not to make things awkward. But I know better.

  “I imagine she has loads of packing to do,” I tell him. “Or maybe people don’t take much when they move to a Florida beach since it’s all going to be blown away in a hurricane anyway.”

  He laughs.

  “What more would she need besides a bathing suit?” he asks. “Don’t people go there for the warm weather and beaches?”

  “Maybe she just wanted to get home to Winston,” I say. “I mean, if I do recall his name correctly. I think it’s something that starts with a ‘W.’ And since I’ve known her only a few days and you’ve known her over twenty years, I think I’m winning the name guessing contest.”

  “Very funny,” he says, shaking his head at me like I’m a bad, bad girl.

  I love it.

  I love the excitement I feel when I’m around him. The energy. The chemistry.

  He thinks I’m just a young girl, that I don’t know anything and can’t be everything he wants me to be. But I’m going to prove him wrong.

  That reminds me.

&n
bsp; “You know that toy company you’re representing pro bono?” I ask him.

  He looks up at me, obviously surprised that I’d bring that up.

  “Yes,” he says. “It’s not actually a pro bono agreement, or at least not yet. I plan to sit down with the owner Damien soon and negotiate the terms. I’m just assuming it will be fully or partially pro bono, given the nature of the company.”

  “That’s good that you haven’t worked out the details yet,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t recommend doing it for free.”

  “Why’s that?” he asks.

  “Can I show you something?” I nod towards his computer monitor.

  “Sure,” he says, still looking surprised.

  I walk around to his side of the computer and click on his mouse so that I can open up the file I’d saved to the firm’s cloud storage account. Doing so requires me to reach my arm across his, and put my leg nearly on his.

  He wraps his hand around my leg, almost instinctively. Possessively.

  His door is wide open and there are still people occasionally walking by in the hallway. Most of them haven’t left for the day. His desk blocks most of what they would see if they were to look in, but it’s still crazy exciting.

  He moves his hand up to my thigh.

  “Right here,” I tell him, pulling up the document. “This is the company’s net worth.”

  I show him an orange circle.

  “So?” he asks, unimpressed.

  “And this,” I tell him, clicking to open up another window, “is the owner’s net worth.”

  That one is a blue circle, and it is much bigger. A lot of different colored smaller circles are hovering around it, with the orange circle being just one of them.

  “These are all his different companies,” I tell him. “Basically, he’s worth a shit ton of money.”

  He grabs on tight to my thigh and I know he’s not just excited for sexual reasons.

  “Really?” he asks me. “How did you find this out?”

  “I have my ways,” I tell him, with a shrug.

  “I guess there’s a whole wide world of the web out there that I know little to nothing about,” he says.

  “Yeah, it’s called Google.”

  He laughs.

  I didn’t get this off of fucking Google. But I don’t want him to be worried about how I got it. I just want him to be excited that I did. And it looks like it worked.

  His fingers travel up and down my thighs, causing me to get goosebumps.

  “We have a whole due diligence department and no one even caught this,” he says. “I guess I hadn’t really told them to look that hard, considering I just didn’t know what was there.”

  “It’s amazing what’s right under your nose if you actually look,” I tell him, with a wink.

  “It really is amazing,” he says. “Thank you.”

  I smile, but his smile is even bigger and I love it.

  “I can’t believe I thought it was just a small company,” he says. “And I was fighting with Asher over it. And I wasn’t going to charge them much at all, if anything.”

  I move his hand up, under my skirt. But he stops and drops his hand.

  “Go shut my door,” he says.

  “Of course.”

  I can feel myself dripping wet for him while I cross the room to shut his office door.

  This is it. He felt too guilty yesterday and thought he could resist me— making me spend all evening in agony wondering if he would still want me today— but today he’s going to do it. He’s going to take my virginity.

  When I get back to where he’s sitting at his desk, he pulls me onto his lap. He kisses me. I knew it would be good but this is amazingly fantastic. His tongue explores my mouth and becomes entangled with mine. We’re both short winded when we come up for air.

  “Ruby Mansfield,” he says. “Tell me something. Who the hell are you?”

  I freeze, wondering what he could mean.

  What does he know?

  But he’s looking at me with mere curiosity and interest, as if he truly wants to know more about me. He’s not looking at me with suspicion.

  Whew.

  I breathe a sigh of relief but only inwardly. I don’t want it to be too noticeable.

  I’m the girl of your dreams, I want to say. But it sounds so cheesy.

  So desperate. Like I’ve felt ever since I met him.

  So instead I just say, “What do you want to know?”

  “What did you do last night?” he asks me.

  Thought about you, I think. Got mad at you for not fucking me. Played with myself with my vibrator and wished it was you.

  But I don’t say these things. He’s looking at me intently, as I’m sitting in his lap, and I know he wants a serious answer.

  “I dug up some of this information about the toy company that I’ve just shown you,” I tell him. “And then I worked on my app.”

  “The Pinterest merged with Evernote app?” He asks. “Everest?”

  “Ha,” I laugh. “It’s not called that. And that’s not all it does. I never should have told you about it like that.”

  “Yes, you should have,” he says, gnawing on my ear in a way that makes me get goosebumps again. “I like that you told me. I like that you’re making it.”

  “Well it’s just that when I explain it in a way that’s easy for people to understand, then they start thinking it’s more simplistic than it really is. They only think about it in terms of other apps, when really it does so much more.”

  “Oh, wow, excuse me, Computer Genius. I’m sorry I don’t understand the intricacies of computer programming,” he says, grinning.

  “Very funny.”

  He nuzzles my neck now and I don’t want him to stop.

  “So, what do you call it?” he asks me.

  “Ruby. Just Ruby.”

  “Ruby? Really?”

  “Yeah,” I tell him, feeling kind of stupid now. “There’s a feature I put it in that’s pretty much just for fun but it’s like a game instead of just an organization or storage tool. It arranges pictures you tag like a Rubik’s cube.”

  “That’s awesome.”

  I wasn’t sure whether to tell him this silly part but he looks seriously impressed so now I’m glad I did.

  “I don’t think I can call it that since it’s probably copyrighted or patented and what not, but I’m hoping people will get the connection with the program being called Ruby. There’s also a button you can click next to your photos that says ‘Ruby This.’”

  He smiles at me.

  “I like to do it with my pictures of Madrid,” I tell him.

  “Madrid?”

  “Yeah, I have this crazy fascination with Madrid. When I have the time and money, I want to go there and try out a café called La Cocina de mi Vecina. I have it set as my permanent photo to remind myself to get there as soon as I can. I’ve heard they have wonderful food and coffee. Their churros are especially good. Since it’s my permanent photo it always shows up in one of my ‘Ruby This’ photos in that app feature.”

  “Ruby This,” he says. “Love it. I like that it’s called Ruby. I like it.”

  “You do, do you?” I ask, as he begins kissing me again. “You like Ruby?”

  “I do. And now I’m wondering what Ruby is doing at my law firm.”

  Once again, I try to keep myself from tensing, try to not give anything away. What does he mean?

  “How did you learn to code?” he asks me, and I’m glad he’s moving on to the next question.

  “I’m self-taught so far,” I tell him. “I just watched some videos and took some courses online.”

  I wonder if I should tell him more, or if it will give too much away.

  I wish I could tell him everything. But I can’t risk losing this job. Or whatever it is that he and I have going on.

  “I want to go to coding school and take a business planning course and make money with Ruby,” I tell him. “I mean, at night of course. Since I work here du
ring the day and everything. And like it. Of course.”

  Shit.

  I shouldn’t have said anything. He’ll know this is all meant to be something temporary and part of a bigger plan.

  “So, you mean you don’t want to go off to law school like more than half of the assistants we hire?”

  His hand travels over my leg again as he jokes, and I realize that even if he knew this was a temporary gig, he wouldn’t really care. Obviously, some people don’t plan to work in a law firm forever.

  “I don’t think so,” I tell him. “No offense.”

  I think about how Katie said she’d hate to be a lawyer. And how I had agreed with her about that.

  The long hours, the constant fighting, the stress of having that much responsibility, must really wear on anyone after a while. It’s amazing that Cameron looks as good as he does.

  “No offense taken,” he says. “Everyone has their own path. It sounds like you know what you want in life.”

  “I don’t,” I tell him, instinctively, before I have the chance to consider whether or not it’s a good idea. “I just know what I don’t want in life.”

  “And what don’t you want in life?” he asks me.

  “I don’t want a boring or mundane life. I don’t want to stay only in one place forever. So, I guess one thing I know I want is to travel the world and always keep moving. What’s that Tom Petty line? About you can’t grow old if you don’t slow down?”

  Shit.

  I think I might have just brought up our age difference or the fact that he’s old. It was not my intention but I just seem to talk too much around him. More than I do to anyone. Normally I’m pretty isolated and like to stick to myself.

  But he doesn’t seem to be focused on that part of what I said.

  “You know Tom Petty?” he asks me, amazed.

  “I know pretty much every kind of music,” I shrug. “I really like music.”

  “I can tell,” he says. “At first I was rather annoyed that you always have those headphones on. But if it’s Tom Petty blaring from them, I’ll give you a pass.”

  “What were you going to do to me for wearing headphones in the office?” I ask him, leaning in close to his lips.

  He grabs my ass and kisses me deeply and possessively.

  “Oh, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby,” he says. “You don’t know what I want to do to you.”