Pretend To Be Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Carter Blake

  My fingers slide into her hair, tugging her head back, so I can rake my tongue along her jaw and down her neck, across her collarbone.

  Her hands are on my chest, pushing at my jacket. I shrug it off.

  “I want…” She bites down on her lip.

  “What do you want, sweetheart?” I tilt her chin, forcing her to look at me.

  “To see you.”

  A grin tugs at my lips. So fucking innocent.

  I give a nod, and let her untie my tie, then stand patiently as her delicate fingers work each button of my shirt.

  She lets out an uneven breath when her hands run over my abs, across my chest. Despite the aching in my balls, I give her the time to explore my body.

  When her fingers reach for my belt, I grip her wrists. “Not yet.”

  “Oh.” She gives a little pout.

  “First, this has to come off.” I run my hands down her body, across the curve of her breasts, then around her back, until I find the clasp and zipper. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I slowly unzip the gown, and let the silk fall to the floor in a pile at her feet.

  She’s wearing a white, lace corset that pushes her soft breasts up in a way that sends another rush of blood to my cock.

  At this rate, I’m not going to make it to the bedroom.

  I place her arms around my neck and scoop her up, and she lets out a small rush of breath. Through the double doors that lead to the master bedroom, I place her in the middle of the kind size bed.

  My mouth waters at the sight.

  So beautiful.

  Green eyes follow the path of my hands as I unbuckle my belt. Her mouth forms a cute little o when I drag my pants and boxer briefs down my hips, allowing my cock to pop free of the confining material.

  She licks her lips and I see the hesitation when she takes in the full length of me.

  Take it slow.

  Despite the warning bells that were blaring in my head, I can’t pull back. Nothing matters but touching her, claiming her, making her mine.

  I kneel on the bed, than crawl across her, nudging her thighs apart with my knee. There’s still too much material between us, but I’m going to take my time with the corset, and the silk panties that are soaking wet for me.

  Hovering over her, I trace a finger across her collarbone, the soft mounds of her breasts, before unbuttoning the first snap of the corset. I need the contact, to feel her soft skin against mine.

  Her breathing is already raspy, her pupils large, and her skin flushed. But there’s also trepidation.

  “You have nothing to be afraid of.” Said the Big Bad Wolf. “Touch me, sweetheart.”

  She swallows hard and nods, giving herself the freedom to touch me. Her delicate fingers flutter down my stomach, across my chest.

  I pop another one of the buttons, and her breast pushes at the material. Two more buttons and the sweet mounds all but fall into my hands.

  Never in my life have I ached to taste and possess a woman like I do Brooklyn.

  It’s an insatiable hunger, to touch not only her body, but her soul.

  How the hell am I going to walk away when this is all over?

  The last few buttons pop open easily, exposing all her lush, beautiful skin. I trail my tongue across the tip of one breast, and she squirms beneath me.

  I run my hand down her hips, rolling her silk panties down her thighs, so that she’s fully exposed.

  “Delicious.” I press a kiss on her inner thigh, then another one closer to her pussy.

  She squirms beneath me, and when I finally run my tongue along her slit, she lets out a whimpering little mewling sound.

  She’s already wet and ready for me. But I still want to taste her, make her come on my mouth, before taking her completely.

  I inhale her scent. Fucking heaven.

  Her hips rise to meet my tongue.

  “Ross.” My name on her lips drives me wild.

  I grip her hips, enjoying every lick, every taste, and every desperate little moan that comes out of her mouth.

  The taste of her is exquisite, and I lose myself in her pleasure. I could spend hours right here, making her come over and over again, until she’s completely spent.

  I press a finger inside her, stretching her slightly, getting her ready to take all my length.

  “Yes, sweetheart.” Her body starts to tremble like it had in the limo, and I feel the walls of her pussy clamp around my finger. “Come for me.”

  When she comes on my tongue, it takes all my strength not to lose control.

  Her fingers grip my shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she convulses one last time. I give her pussy one more lick, making her shudder, then move above her.

  Her face is flushed, lips swollen, and she looks like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

  “Really?” Her eyes widen.

  “Really.” I kiss one nipple, giving it a small suck and flick of my tongue before rolling off the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To get a condom.”

  I left my pants in the front entrance, and when I return, she’s under the blankets.

  “Trying to hide from me?” I raise an eyebrow, teasing.

  “No, I–” Her gaze drops, resting on my cock, which is impossibly hard and straining desperately to get inside of her.

  With my teeth, I rip open the condom wrapper, then kneel in front of her.

  “Come here.” I pull her up, so that she’s kneeling with me, and hand her the condom. “Put it on.”

  “But I…” She shakes her head and says quickly, “I’ve never done it before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I chuckle. “You won’t hurt me.”

  Guiding her hand, I help her place the rubber over the head.

  “Like this?” She licks her lips, and rolls it down over the full length.

  What I wouldn’t give to take her bare, but there are still things we haven’t talked about. For tonight, at least, this will have to do.

  I lay her back against the mattress, moving between her thighs so that the head of my erection nudges at her wet folds.

  Her eyes close tightly, and her fingers form little fists in the sheets.

  “Open your eyes, Brooklyn.”

  She blinks, and the moment her gaze rests on me, I press into her slightly, an inch, maybe two.

  “Focus on me.” I can feel her relaxing, her body opening for me.

  Her fingers run up my arms, across my shoulders, and threading in my hair. I press into her another inch, and she lets out a small moan.

  I capture her lips in mine, sucking and teasing, until I feel her open up to me even more. With one final thrust, I bury myself balls deep inside of her.

  A small gasp is her only response.

  I keep kissing her, feeling her tense around me, her muscles tightening. Staying as still as I can, while her body adjusts to my size, I palm her breasts, taking the tip between my thumb and forefinger and teasing it until she lets out a small mewl.

  The walls of her pussy are still clamped impossibly tight around me, but when her hips start to rotate against me, I know she’s ready for more.

  Instead of pulling out, I grind my hips against her.

  Soon, she meets my rhythm, and her legs spread further apart, allowing me to go even deeper than before.

  “So good,” I murmur against her lips.

  When I start to thrust, she moves with me, begging me for more.

  With one hand, I rub her clit, while I continue to pound inside of her. She squirms, and lets out all sorts of delicious little noises, making it nearly impossible not to explode.

  Thankfully, I don’t have to wait much longer, because I feel her pussy spasm around me, and she shouts out my name as her body convulses in wave after wave of pleasure.

  I thrust one last time and come so hard, I swear the condom will tear from the force of it.

  My body goes slack on top of
her. I know I should move, I’m probably too heavy for her, but I need a moment to recuperate.

  Pressing my forehead against hers, I try to catch my breath.

  “My God, what you do to me.”

  She gives a small breathy laugh and bites down on her lip. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “Believe it, sweetheart.” I crush her lips against mine, feeling myself already hardening inside her. “Because we’re going to be doing that many times in the next forty-eight hours.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brooklyn

  Forty-eight hours. His timeline reminds me of what this really is. Pretend.

  But damn if it didn’t feel like more when he was buried inside me.

  I shake my head, knowing it’s only because I want it to be more.

  Don’t get attached, I remind myself, then sigh, because I know it’s already too late for that.

  I was one hundred and ten percent head over heels for my boss before tonight. Add the mind-blowing sex, and I’m completely and utterly screwed. There’s no way I’m walking away from this without a broken heart.

  Ross rolls off me and disappears into what I assume is the bathroom. When he comes back he’s wearing a pair of blue, plaid pajama bottoms that tie at the waist, and he’s carrying a fluffy white robe, which he hands to me.

  “Where did you get these?”

  He chuckles. “They come with the room.”

  “Oh.”

  “Are you hungry?” He picks up the phone beside the bed, and presses a button.

  “A little bit.” That’s a lie. I’m starving. With all my nerves about tonight, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.

  “Good.” He pulls out a small black folder that looks like a menu, and proceeds to order what I assume is everything off it, plus a bottle of white wine.

  With his back to me, I allow myself to take him in, every muscle, every line.

  He turns and catches me watching him. One dark eyebrow raises, and I can’t help the blush that creeps up my cheeks.

  It’s silly that I should be embarrassed around him after what we just did together.

  Sex. I just had sex with Ross White.

  A small thrill races down my back. And there’s a part of me that wants to call Dana and tell her. Tell anyone. Shout it from the rooftop that I just lost my virginity to the infamous bad boy millionaire and CEO, himself.

  And even though my body aches slightly, I can’t wait for him to be inside of me again.

  “What are you thinking about?” His grin says that he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.

  “About the Hamptons,” I lie. “I’ve never been there.”

  His expression grows clouded. “We’re going there for business. There won’t be much time to enjoy it.”

  Another slap to the face. A reminder of my position. That this is only a job.

  “Right,” I mutter.

  “Why don’t you have a shower. Clean up. I need to make a few phone calls about tomorrow. By the time you’re done the food should be here.”

  “Okay.” I shuffle to the edge of the bed, gathering the robe around me, and keeping my face away from him so he doesn’t see the tears that gather in my eyes.

  Don’t be so stupid, Brooklyn. You knew this was just sex. What did you expect? That he’d be proposing marriage to you after one good lay?

  ***

  Towel drying my hair, I look in the mirror and take in my reflection. With no make-up, and my hair tumbling down my shoulders in beach-waves.

  I look very different from the woman who walked into the penthouse.

  My gown lies crumpled by the front door, the diamond necklace sits on the bathroom vanity, and the beautiful corset is discarded somewhere in the bedroom. All the hair stylist and make-up artist’s work, rinsed down the shower drain.

  What’s left is plain old Brooklyn.

  A knock at the door makes me jump.

  “Foods here.” Ross’ deep voice resonates through me, making my skin tingle.

  “I’ll be right out.”

  I place my hands on the sink and take a few even breaths. As wonderful as this whole experience has been, I know it won’t last. But the longer I stay, the more twisted my emotions get.

  But I also know that no matter how much my brain screams at me to run, I’m not leaving. Not until he tells me too. Because despite how much I hate it, there’s still that tiny little voice in the back of my head that wants me to believe there might be more.

  Stupid voice.

  Stupid me for listening to it.

  I open the door and suck in a breath at the spread of food splayed out on the bed.

  Steak and potatoes, pasta with a cream sauce, salmon and asparagus, a huge slice of chocolate cake, and a hamburger with a huge order of fries. My stomach growls just looking at it.

  “I didn’t know what you liked, so I ordered it all.” He hands me a glass of wine when I sit down on the edge of the bed.

  “Thank you. It looks delicious.”

  “What do you want to start with?”

  A smile stretches my lips. “The chocolate cake.”

  He laughs. “I should have guessed.”

  My taste buds nearly explode when I take the first bite.

  He sits back, leaning against the headboard, one leg crossed over the other, and sips his wine as he watches me eat.

  Once I start, I can’t stop. I love food. Probably more than I should. Especially all the wrong kinds.

  I take a few French fries, then a bite of the hamburger. Next I try the pasta, which is like a creamy piece of heaven that practically melts in my mouth.

  “Oh my God, this is so good. You have to try it.”

  “I’d rather watch you eat.” His lips twist in a smile.

  “No way. You have to have a bite.” I take a forkful of pasta and lean over the bed, teasing him with it until he opens his mouth.

  He grabs my wrist, as he slowly lets the fork slide out of his mouth.

  His touch makes every nerve in my body fire at once.

  “Good, right?” I croak.

  He nods, then licks his lips. “Delicious.”

  The way he says the word, I know he isn’t just talking about the food.

  “Eat,” he orders, releasing my wrist. “You’re going to need your energy for later.”

  I sit back, even more aware of his eyes on me, like I’m his source of sustenance.

  It’s so freaking hot, and yet utterly terrifying at the same time.

  One more bite of pasta and I put the bowl on the side table.

  “You’re finished?” He raises an eyebrow.

  “No.” I stand, and remove each plate from the bed.

  “No?” He doesn’t move, just watches me as I move around the bed towards him.

  I shake my head, my cheeks warming at what I’m about to do. I glance down at the hard bulge between his legs and lick my lips

  “There’s still one thing I haven’t tasted.” I can’t believe I just said that, and to my boss.

  He seems just as surprised as me, but when a low throaty grown rumbles from his chest, I know that he wants it just as much as I do.

  It’s a night of firsts, and I plan on giving all of mine to Ross White.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ross

  We lay in bed, spent and exhausted, and all I can think about is taking her again.

  It’s close to nine, the sun has been up for hours, and we’ve barely had two hours sleep. The car will be here in an hour to take us to the Hamptons, but I don’t want to let her go. Not even for a minute.

  It’s crazy after last night to want more, but I can’t help it.

  “You’re awake,” she says, as she lifts up her head and looks at me.

  “We should get going,” I’m saying one thing, but my hands are saying another.

  She yawns and stretches, making the covers slip down over her beautiful breasts.

  “We do have a few more minutes,” I growl, as I move on top
of her, edging her thighs open with my knee.

  “Don’t you ever get tired?” she sighs, as her eyes start to fully open.

  “There will be plenty of time to rest after this weekend.” Because I’ve got a shitload of work to do next week with the new business merger happening next month.

  “Oh.” Her mouth turns down in a pout and I feel her draw back.

  “Don’t worry.” I kiss her cheek. “I’ll give you enough memories to last a good long time.”

  “Right.” She pushes away from me, then scoots off the bed, and starts towards the bathroom.

  Shit. I’ve obviously said something wrong.

  I roll out of bed, and follow her into the bathroom. She’s already got the shower running and is about to step into it.

  “What are you doing?” She frowns up at me.

  “Having a shower with you.” I step under the cool stream of water and pull her in with me.

  She squeals. “It’s freezing.”

  “It’ll warm up.” I turn the nob to increase the temperature.

  Her body shivers against mine, and I run my hands down her back, pressing her against my already heavy erection.

  The water runs warm, and she starts to pull away.

  I grip her ass, stopping her.

  “I thought you said we had to go soon.” She is still pouting about something.

  “We have time.” I place my palms on her cheeks forcing her to look up at me. “Plus, I am the CEO of White Industries. If I want to make the driver wait, he’ll wait.”

  “Right.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

  “You disprove?”

  She shrugs, rubbing her body against me, despite the agitation I see flashing behind her blue eyes.

  “I just think you need to be more thoughtful of others.”

  “The man is my employee.”

  “So am I.”

  “That’s different.” A flash of anger simmers in my chest. Is that how she thinks I see her?

  “How? You pay us both. Expect us to do whatever you ask, no matter how it affects us.”

  “You’re upset.”

  “No.” Her jaw clenches and she tilts her chin up defiantly.

  I can’t help but laugh at her stubbornness.