The Billionaire's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad Next Door Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “The shoes you got me were killer, by the way. So comfy, I feel like I could wear them twenty-four seven.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” And I was. I just wished I could do it all over again for her. I liked making people feel better and making them happy. I liked making people smile, and that meant I used to get taken advantage of a lot. Now I didn’t do many random acts of kindness for the people in my life because of my past. I loved treating family, though. My sister-in-law and niece were my favorites to treat. Their eyes just lit up at the smallest thing.

  I took the wine bottle from her, my fingers tracing over hers for a fraction of a second. My heart jumped into my throat as the urge hit me.

  Ally

  A shiver of warmth ran down my spine as he took the bottle from me, his hands touching mine. I bit back the urge to move away. Not because it wasn’t what I wanted but because I liked it a little too much. I liked him touching me and that was bad.

  As he took a swig of wine, a yawn escaped my lips.

  I hated admitting it, but I was tired doing all this work for Garth. I’ll have to get used to it, I told myself. He caught my eye and smiled.

  “Tired?”

  “Just a little,” I admitted.

  “I can let you go; I don’t want to get in your way ...”

  “No!” I said quickly. “I … I mean, I didn’t plan on going to bed anytime soon.”

  I wasn’t going to tell him that I didn’t want him to leave—that I wanted him to stay.

  He reached out towards me, and I swallowed dryly, freezing. I watched his hand move closer and closer to me until it went out of sight. His fingers brushed against my cheek as he pushed a strand of hair out of my face. The smile on his face broadened.

  “You don't flirt with me.”

  It was a statement, not a question.

  “That would be unprofessional,” I said. It was the truth, not saying I didn't want to flirt with him.

  “That doesn't seem to stop anyone else.” He paused for what felt like minutes but was probably just a couple seconds. “Brent seems to like you.”

  My heart jumped into my throat. “I ...” I had no clue what I was supposed to say to that. “Is that so?”

  Was it just me, or was he trying to imply something? I didn't dare ask; after all, it was probably just a misunderstanding. I mean, like I said—it was unprofessional.

  I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and the part of my body that was loving this.

  His hand moved away from me as he cleared his throat. “Yea, I mean he seems to. He's not your boss.”

  “But he is. In a way.”

  “You think it would be unprofessional?”

  I hadn't thought much of it. I shrugged. “I mean, not if he didn't get any advantage from it; since he lives states away, it's not like I'd be able to sleep my way up. Or like there would be any awkward run-ins during a meeting after we break up.”

  He nodded, taking it all in.

  “Of course ...” I'm not sure what made me add this ... “no strings attached, totally unawkward run ins and being able to work together is another thing. But that's not likely, is it?”

  Garth stared at me for a fraction of a second not saying anything. Without warning, he leaned towards me, his lips touching mine.

  A white hot shiver ran down my spine, desire pooling in the pit of my stomach as his hot lips pressed against mine. My eyes locked on him, his on mine. I reached out, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling me closer before I realized what I was doing.

  His teeth grazed my lower lip, and I moaned. His arms wrapped around my hips and pulled me to his lips. Our kiss grew more and more passionate. My teeth grazed his lower lip as my hands explored every inch of his body. I might snap back to reality any second now. I might realize it wasn't right. I wanted to memorize every second of this before that happened.

  He pulled away from me, his eyes locking on mine.

  “So, as long as there aren't any awkward run-ins you're not against it?”

  “No,” I managed breathlessly.

  He extended his hands, tracing over the curves of my body and coming to a stop at the hem of my shirt. He pulled it off me in a fraction of a second, tossing it onto the floor beside the couch. I took a deep breath as his eyes roamed over my body, his hands moving over the contours of my body as they made their way up to my white silk bra.

  He had it undone in a fraction of a second, and I grinned, pushing myself away from him just enough to start undoing his shirt. My eyes widened as I got the third button undone, my head tilted to the left, seeing a small black line along his left peck. I undid his shirt, and my eyes locked on the tattoo on his chest.

  “Like it?” he whispered as I reached out, tracing over it. I nodded. “Good, there's one lower.”

  That peaked my interest. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor beside mine. My lips traced over his neck, my fingers digging into his chest. Garth's eyes rolled back, a deep breath passing through his lips as his fingers dug into me. He pulled me close to him, rolling me over onto the couch. He positioned himself above me, between my legs. His lips touched my neck as he reached for my yoga pants.

  I reached for the button on his black dress pants first. It popped within a second. My hand slipped down them. My eyes widened as my fingers brushed against bare skin. No boxers.

  My fingers curled around his cock, already thick. A deep breath passed through his lips as they trailed over my body.

  “If it were up to me, I would keep your hands there forever.”

  His words thrilled me. My fingers working over his shaft.

  His hand touched my pussy outside of my pants, and I gasped, the smallest touch sending pleasure through my body. He pulled away from me, his thumbs hooking around the waist of my pants. He pulled them down; my panties followed, and both were tossed to the ground. Garth lowered his lips to my uppermost thighs, and his tongue slipped between my folds. Hot pleasure ran through my body as I gasped, my eyes rolling back.

  “Oh fuck,” I muttered, my nails digging into the fabric of the couch. His tongue flicked over my pussy again and again. I bit back my moans.

  He pulled away from me, and I sat up, drawing him into a kiss. I wanted more. I needed more but just couldn't bring myself to say it. My teeth grazed his lower lip as I reached for his cock again, shoving his pants down to his knees as his fingers tangled in my hair. He nipped at my lower lip, and I moaned louder, my eyes rolling back.

  “I want you,” I whispered.

  “You want me where?”

  “Inside me. On top of me. Pounding away at me.” I opened my eyes just in time to see the lust cloud his. He pushed me down onto the couch, settling down between my legs before reaching behind and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

  I'd never actually met a man who kept a condom in his wallet—until now.

  He tore the package. My heart raced as he leaned forward, his lips touching mine as his head pressed against my folds. A single, gentle thrust, and he was inside me. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he reached out, taking my hand in his. He squeezed gently and my eyes locked on his.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Soft and gentle, not what I would have expected from him. His lips lowered to my neck.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Faster and harder.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned.

  My free hand traced over the curves of his muscular arms.

  My fingers traced over his chest and down lower and lower, reaching between my legs.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and harder. He thrust into me again and again. My fingers traced over my clit, feathery soft. I stared at the man above me as his lips touched mine. My teeth grazed his lip ever so gently. He let out a deep breath, his eyes rolling back seconds before he returned my light nipping. I moaned. My fingers circled my clit faster and faster, keeping time with his every thrust.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
/>   Faster and faster.

  He squeezed my hand, thrusting into me again and again. His lips traced along my jawline and down my neck, his teeth nipping ever so softly at my skin. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he thrust into me harder and harder.

  He pulled away from me without warning, and my eyes snapped open.

  “On on your knees,” he ordered.

  My heart skipped a beat. I nodded and pushed myself up onto my knees.

  Garth settled down between my legs behind me. His hands traced over my body, and his warm skin against mine sent a shiver of anticipation through me. His fingers tangled in my hair and pushed me down. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. His cock touched my folds ever so softly.

  “Do you like it rough?” he rasped.

  “A little rough.”

  His lips touched the back of my neck. Soft feathery kisses coaxing a moan from me. My eyes rolled back, and I arched towards him, my pussy throbbing. Begging to have him back inside me.

  As if reading my mind, he thrust into me, this time hard and fast. I gasped, my body arching towards him, his fingers pulling my hair. My moan grew louder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Fast and hard. My eyes rolled back, my moans grew louder.

  He thrust into me faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  I reached back between my legs, my fingers massaging my clit hard and fast. I could feel myself so close. No.

  I reached further back, my fingers touching Garth's balls, massaging gently.

  “Oh fuck.” He let out a deep breath.

  Faster and harder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  I moaned, his finger tightening in my hair as he thrust into me faster and faster.

  My hand moved back to my clit, massaging myself. My own pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

  “I'm so close,” I whispered as my eyes rolled back.

  “Don't cum yet,” he instructed.

  His words threatened to send me over the edge. I stopped playing with myself, and forcing my eyes open, I took a deep breath, not allowing pleasure to overwhelm my body. Not allowing myself to orgasm yet.

  “Good girl.” His lips touched my neck again, this time, so soft I barely felt it. My heart skipped several beats.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster. I reached between my legs, massaging his balls again. Gently playing with them. Garth breathed deeply, thrusting into me faster and faster. His hand slipped from my hair, running down the curves of my body, stopping at my breast. He massaged my breasts, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger softly.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Garth's balls cupped in the palm of my hand, I massaged him. His fingers played with my nipples, twisting them just enough for pleasure and pain to rush through my body.

  He let go of my breast, his fingers tracing their way lower and lower ever so lightly. I moaned louder and let go of his balls. My fingers massaged myself, circling my clit faster and faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My eyes rolled back.

  “Cum with me,” he whispered, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me closer, thrusting faster and faster.

  His words were enough to send me over the edge. My eyes rolled back, my fingers rapidly worked over my clit, keeping time with his every thrust. Everything went a hazy white, and I gasped for breath as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body. My toes curled and my hips arched.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster.

  I moaned, pleasure ripping through my body in wave after wave. My free hand dug into the couch as my hips bucked, grinding against him.

  Garth gasped, slamming into me. His fingers dug into my skin.

  I moaned louder, another wave of pleasure ripping through my body, then another.

  Garth slammed into me, letting out another gasp—something that sounded almost like a growl. Another wave of pleasure rocketed through my body, then another. And another, this time, softer.

  My fingers massaged my clit, circling softly as Garth thrust into me.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Another softer wave of pleasure, followed by another.

  As my orgasm passed, I forced my eyes open and blinked a couple times to adjust to the lighting as Garth pulled out of me and I drew away from him, sitting down.

  I met his eye after taking a couple seconds to look him up and down. He slipped the condom off.

  “Kitchen has a garbage in it. Under the sink,” I said pointing towards the room.

  “I'll be right back.” He stood, sliding the condom off and pulling his pants back up. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him head into the kitchen, his muscles flexing as he rolled his shoulders.

  Garth

  I took a deep breath, throwing the condom out. That was stupid. I knew it was but didn’t regret it. I knew it was stupid and that I shouldn’t have done it, but I’d do it again if I had the chance. I swallowed dryly, biting the inside of my cheek as I padded to the cupboard and pulled out a tall glass. I filled it with water, drained it and then refilled it. I headed back into the living room to see Ally fully dressed again. Part of me was disappointed. God, I hope she doesn’t think I do this with all my assistants. I bit my lip. How did I bring it up without sounding totally stupid?

  Answer: I didn’t.

  “I thought you might want this.” I handed her the glass of water.

  “Oh. Thank you.” She took the water from me, careful not to touch my hand and drained it almost as quickly as I’d drained mine. She placed it down on the coffee table, sat down on the couch, and gave me a smile. “So, where do we go from here?”

  “That really depends on you and what you want.” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, do you want to kick me out right away?”

  “I wouldn’t mind cuddling.” She grinned lightly. “That’s assuming you don’t want to get out of here as fast as possible.”

  I grinned I wasn’t going to admit to her that I was totally in the mood to cuddle. Instead, I sat down beside her, pulled a blanket over us and we lay down together. It had been a long time since I’d done this with someone, and it felt really good. I closed my eyes, taking in the sensation. My heart beat slow and calm, just like hers. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to me as she reached out and grabbed the remote.

  I didn’t pay much attention to her flicking channels. Instead, I was focused on her. My lips touched her neck gently, pushing the hair out of the way.

  She let out a soft moan.

  “Are you trying to go another round already?” she teased.

  “I don’t think I have that kind of stamina anymore.”

  She laughed softly.

  Ally

  If I could get past the fact that he was my boss, I was fine. It felt good to be in his arms, honestly.

  I knew it was wrong in some way because I was his assistant. Although he didn't seem to mind, which just made me wonder if he'd done this before.

  My heart skipped a beat. Maybe this was something he did often. I tried not to worry about it. After all, it would be stupid. It's not like I could take it back. Setting the remote down, I turned to face him.

  “So, do you want to stay the night?”

  “Is that an invitation?”

  “Yes.”

  A smile touched his lips. His grey-green eyes sparkled as he lowered his lips to mine. “I would love to stay the night,” he whispered.

  My heart skipped two beats as I returned his kiss. His lips soft against mine. I pulled away, my eyes still locked on his.

  “I know nothing about you,” I whispered.

  “You know what I do for a living, does that count?” He grinned.

  I laughed softly.

  “No! It doesn't.” I closed my eyes, cuddling close to him. “And if you don't tell me more about yourself right now, I'm going to kick you out.”

  “I'm not sure what there is to tel
l you.” His lips touched the top of my head as he brushed the hair out of my face. “I'm 35, I run a company with my friend; I'm really not exciting.” He chuckled. “If I get a weekend, I spend it either at home or traveling. I like cars and books. And I don't have much of a life other than work.”

  My head tilted to the left. “Cars?” I nodded.

  “Yes. I have several.”

  My eyes widened. “Really? What kinds? Old? New?”

  What can I say? I was raised in the garage with my dad most of the time. Cars peaked my interest.

  He stared at me for a couple of seconds, shock written all over his face. “I like all cars. Hot rods, pre 1950, American Muscle, even the new ones. Sports cars are a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. I love my Corvette, but I’d love to get a Ferrari a few years down the road. Although I’m sure I’d never get it up to stop speed out here, I would love to try.” He chuckled. “I honestly just like working on them too—no matter how simple they are. There is something about them …”

  “It’s therapeutic.” I nodded.

  His eyes locked on mine. “Yes. That’s it.”

  I grinned, glad we had found a common interest. “So, what made you decide to start selling houses?”

  “Brent and I came into some money when we were younger. We pooled it together and were trying to decide what to buy … there was this house down the street from where we went to school. It was cheap … well, not for two fourteen-year-olds, but we managed to put a down payment on it, and then we both got jobs to make sure we couple pay the mortgage on it. It was under my name, with the help of my parents, of course. We worked, went to school and then with what little free time we had, we fixed the place up. It took us four years to do it, and by then we graduated, but when the place was all fixed up, we got lucky. The housing market was doing well, and we decided to try listing it. We got lucky, and there was actually a bidding war. That was my first experience with selling a home. Brent and I realized there was something to be made here. Taking old homes and fixing them up, then selling them. We started looking around more. We found a few places … and well, now here we are.”