Marry Me For Money: A Billionaire Fake Fiance Novel

by Ali Parker

  I settled back against him and inhaled the smell of his cologne. I loved the man. I loved being next to him and feeling his strong body beside me. It gave me strength, confidence and most of all, hope for a brilliant future filled with a lot of happy moments. I began to imagine all the first-times we were going to have together. I wanted to buy a house, an SUV, maybe even get a dog. We’d have our first Christmas together and our first trip out on his yacht.

  I was so damn giddy I literally felt like I would burst into pieces all over the back of the fancy limousine.

  Chapter 32

  Terran

  When the car pulled into the bakery, the look on Hailey’s face was comical. She looked at the sign and then around the area, not believing our next stop was truly a bakery.

  “A bakery?” she asked.

  “Sit tight, I’ll be right back,” I told her, giving her a quick kiss.

  I went into the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered. The baker gave me a glimpse of the round cake I had ordered a few days ago.

  “Thank you.”

  She grinned. “I hope you’re going to enjoy the cake. Did things work out well for you?”

  I nodded. “They absolutely did.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you. My future bride is in the car. Thank you for doing this on such short notice.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  I took the boxed cake and walked back to the limo. When I got inside, she tried to peek.

  “What is that?”

  “A surprise,” I told her.

  She pouted. “If it’s cake, I think we need ice cream.”

  I nodded. “Fine, I’ll have the driver stop at an ice cream shop.”

  “Good. Chocolate, unless the cake is chocolate. Never mind, chocolate works. Maybe we should get vanilla,” she mumbled.

  I laughed. “I think we should be on the safe side and get vanilla.”

  “Or you could tell me what kind of cake it is, and then I’ll tell you what kind of ice cream we need,” she said coyly.

  “You’re relentless,” I said shaking my head.

  “You have no idea,” she said in a low voice.

  I nodded my head, having a feeling she wasn’t lying.

  When the car stopped, I went inside and bought a pint of vanilla, chocolate and caramel swirl for good measure. I didn’t want the night to end, even though I was looking forward to how it would end.

  When the car turned to head toward one of my favorite parks, she sat forward in the seat. “Uh, Terran?”

  “Hmm?” I said, my fingers trailing a line up and down her arm.

  “Are we going to your place?”

  “Eventually.”

  She leaned back against me. “You’re a man of many surprises.”

  “Yes, I am,” I mumbled, knowing all of my surprises were not going to be good for her.

  The car made a wide circle, coming to a stop before the door opened.

  I grabbed the cake and paper bag with the ice cream. I took her hand and led her to the little spot on the beach we had spent that first night together talking. There was a blanket spread out with candles in stakes around the area.

  “Oh my god. Our first date,” she gasped.

  “This is it. Have a seat,” I said, dropping her hand.

  She kicked off her heels and walked to the blanket and knelt down. I sat down next to her and opened the lid of the cake box.

  She burst into laughter, surprising me. “What?”

  “You’re a confident one, aren’t you? How did you know I would say yes?”

  I winked. “I had a feeling.”

  “For my fiancée, soon to be wife,” she read the writing on the cake, surrounded with an assortment of pretty gold flowers made from icing.

  “I wanted to celebrate the occasion, and a cake just seemed like the right thing to have.”

  “You’re amazing. I have a feeling I’m going to be saying that a lot in the future.”

  “I hope to hear it a lot. Now, I got three pints of ice cream, what’s your choice?”

  “What are my options?”

  I winked. “Vanilla, chocolate and caramel swirl.”

  “You’re too good to me.”

  I grabbed the plastic knife that had been included in the box and cut a small square, placing it on one of the paper plates the baker had added as well. Only to realize I had no spoon for the ice cream.

  “Crap,” I muttered.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I don’t have a spoon.”

  She giggled. “You know what. I think it would be better if we had cake and ice cream back at your place. Can we just sit here and talk for a little while, like we did that first night?”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “Absolutely.”

  She put the slice of cake back in the box and tidied up the blanket and getting to her feet, blowing out each of the candles before sitting back on the blanket next to me.

  “This is perfect. All of it. I’m going to remember this night for the rest of my life,” she said with a long sigh.

  I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It is perfect.”

  We sat in silence a while before she turned to look at me. “Is it odd that this happened so fast?”

  I felt as if I had been kicked in the gut. I wanted to confess my role in why it happened so fast. I couldn’t tell her. It would destroy my future. I had to keep up my ruse. One day, I would try to explain it all to her, but for now, I needed her to believe it was love at first sight.

  “I don’t think it’s odd at all. It took me a while to realize what it was I was feeling for you. I wanted a few days away to try and make sense of it all. Being away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I love you. I didn’t realize what it was until recently,” I said, stunning myself with the confession.

  I had been wrestling with the emotions all week. I was in over my head. All I could do was take this all one step at a time. I’d start with alerting the attorneys on both sides about the engagement. The sooner I got the inheritance released and my company turned over to me, the sooner I could take the next step. I didn’t know what that would be, but I was confident I could figure it out. One hurdle at a time. I already knew it was going to be tough to break it off with Hailey. I had been trying to think of a way this didn’t end up with me breaking up with her.

  “You ready to get out of here?” I asked her, suddenly not interested in the scenery anymore.

  She turned to look at me and smiled. “I think I am. I don’t want all the ice cream to melt.”

  I chuckled. “That is about the last thing on my mind. I was thinking about a different kind of dessert altogether.”

  She looked at my lips before letting her eyes drop further. “I think we could still enjoy that ice cream,” she whispered.

  She leaned forward, her mouth hovering above my ear as she told me how much she liked to lick ice cream, and would I mind if she licked it off me.

  Her words sent a shudder over my body. I looked around the area and debated taking her right there on the beach. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t disrespect her like that.

  I got to my feet and yanked her up. “Let’s go,” I growled.

  “Our cake,” she protested.

  “I’ll buy another. It isn’t cake I want to eat when we get back to my place.”

  I heard her gasp in shock and surprise. I wasn’t lying. I was going to feast on her body and forget all about the giant anvil hanging over our relationship. For tonight, she was mine. She was my fiancée, and I was going to show her what that meant in every way possible. Hell, I wasn’t going to let her out of my bed all weekend. I knew my time with her was short. There was so much I had to show her in the bedroom. I wanted to be the one to be her first time in every position humanly possible. When we parted ways, she was going to remember me for the rest of her life.

  I practically dragged her across the beach as we made our way back to the waiting car. Once inside the b
ack of the limo, I put up the privacy screen.

  She curled up against me, but I pushed her away. The look on her face was one of shock and hurt. I kissed her before turning her and pulling her onto my lap. Her arm went around my neck as I kissed her again. I slid my hand up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt like a heat-seeking missile. My fingers found what I was looking for and quickly slid under her satin panties. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed my knuckles over her center.

  She was already wet. I inhaled her musky scent and felt myself grow hard. She wiggled in my lap before sliding off.

  “Where are you going?” I said in a harsh voice.

  She slid to the floor in front of me and gave me a coy look before reaching up and undoing the belt on my pants.

  I shook my head. “Hailey,” I warned.

  “Shh,” she hissed, unbuttoning the pants and carefully pulling down the zipper.

  Her dainty hand reached inside my pants and pulled out my dick. It grew in her hands as she gently squeezed and pulled.

  “Hailey, you don’t—”

  My words died on my lips when her mouth closed over the head of my cock. She sucked me into her mouth, her lips sliding down my length before she slowly pulled back, her tongue lapping at me as she moved.

  “Damn,” I groaned, not wanting her to stop, but hoping she would at the same time.

  She started bobbing up and down, her hand fisting around my cock, sliding up and down as she sucked me off.

  “Hailey,” I said, desperation in my voice.

  She moaned, the sound vibrating over my cock and tickling all kinds of nerve endings.

  “You have to stop,” I warned her.

  My protests only made her suck harder. I gripped the edge of the seat, helpless to stop what was about to happen. I groaned, my hand going to the back of her head as I exploded inside her hot mouth. I heard her moaning as she took me into her throat.

  When she was finished, she wiped her mouth and moved to sit next to me. I quickly zipped up my pants, kissing her on the forehead as I regained my composure.

  “I’m going to make you scream when we get back to my place,” I told her, meaning every word.

  “I can’t wait.”

  When the car stopped in front of the building, we were up and out of the car before the driver could do his job and open the car door.

  I pushed the button for the elevator, one hand snaked around her waist as we waited for it to open. The second the doors slid open I pushed her inside, pressing her up against the wall with my body before I slammed my mouth over hers.

  She moaned, her hands reaching down to untuck my shirt, yanking and pulling before her hands slid up my chest, pinching my nipples. Her hips thrust against mine, grinding against me.

  “I need more,” she moaned, her hands moving to the front of my shirt and yanking it open, sending buttons flying.

  “I’m going to give you more.”

  I looked up to see we were at my floor. The doors slid open, I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, hiking her tight skirt up to her crotch as I moved down the hall with her body hanging off mine.

  I managed to reach out and unlock the door, her body sliding up and down mine as she imitated sex.

  “Terran,” she said, begging as I kicked the door shut behind me.

  I pressed her against the wall, her body still straddling mine. I worked my hand over her thigh and ripped her panties off once again. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I owed her a couple pairs now. They just always seemed to be in the way of what I wanted.

  Chapter 33

  Hailey

  I gasped at the feel of my bare pussy lips rubbing against the coarse material of his pants. I was struggling to free him, my need making me clumsy. I wanted to scream in frustration.

  “Terran!” I growled, pissed I couldn’t get his pants undone.

  I could feel his erection pressing against me, but I couldn’t get to it. I rubbed my pussy against his hard length, moaning with desperation.

  “Hold on,” he snapped, reaching down to undo his pants with one easy move.

  I reached down, grabbing his hard cock and leading him right to my core. I was so hot I felt as if I would burst into flames if I didn’t get him inside me.

  I slid myself up the wall, digging my heels into the back of his legs for support before I dropped myself onto this hard length.

  “Oh god,” I cried out, my body immediately contracting and convulsing around him.

  “Fuck me, you weren’t kidding,” he mumbled against my neck, sucking on the sensitive area at my collar bone while the orgasm gripped my body.

  I moaned as my body finally began to relax. “There,” I breathed out.

  He chuckled. “Oh baby, we’re just getting started.”

  I smiled and looked down at him from my perch on his hips. “Good.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him. He walked to his bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. We were both still fully clothed, which struck me as funny. I started laughing.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Maybe we should take our clothes off.”

  He grinned. “You weren’t giving me a lot of options there if you’ll remember correctly.”

  I got off the bed and turned my back to him, indicating to him I wanted him to undo my zipper. He slid it down, slowly. I turned back to face him, pushing the dress off my shoulders and stepping out of it. With my panties already being torn off, I was completely nude, save my shoes.

  “Now you,” I whispered.

  He nodded, his eyes on me as he shrugged out of his long-sleeve shirt before pulling the white undershirt over his head. I sat back down on the bed, scooting toward the pillows before lying back on my elbows to watch the show. I didn’t think I would ever grow tired of seeing him naked.

  “Spread your legs,” he whispered.

  I looked down my flat stomach and did as he asked, opening them a little wider.

  “Pants,” I demanded.

  He nodded his head, kicking off his shoes before kicking his pants to the side.

  “Wider, I want to see all of you,” he ordered.

  I purposely looked down at the briefs he still had on. I spread my legs, bending one knee onto the bed.

  “Underwear,” I ordered.

  He shook his head. “Not yet.”

  I pouted. “I want you naked.”

  “I want to show you what you can do to please me,” he shot back.

  He stepped forward and reached for one hand that had been resting at my side. I let him take it, wondering what he had in mind. He took my hand straight to my core, his eyes holding mine, telling me what to do.

  I was suddenly very nervous, but seeing the passion in his eyes, I relaxed. Being with him felt safe. We could do whatever we wanted behind closed doors, and he wanted this. I wanted it and I wanted to see his face when I did.

  “This,” I asked, rubbing two fingers over myself, feeling how wet I was.

  He nodded. “That.”

  I looked down at his hidden cock and began to rub my index finger against my clit. His cock was straining against the underwear. As I rubbed myself, I thought about him inside me and felt myself growing wetter. He reached down and rubbed himself through his underwear before sliding one hand under the waistband, out of sight.

  I gasped, pushing one finger inside my pussy. In one fluid movement, his underwear dropped, his hard cock jutting outward. I rubbed my clit again, ready for him to slide in. He stepped closer to the bed. I reached out with my juicy fingers and grabbed his cock, bringing him close. When the head rubbed over the sensitive swollen flesh, I gasped as delicious sensations spiraled out through my body. I did it again, my head dropping back as my legs opened wider.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, using the head of his cock to rub over all my sensitive parts.

  “That’s it. Use my dick, rub yourself,” he choked out.

  I slid closer to the edge of the bed, my elbows still
supporting my upper body as I watched myself use his cock to masturbate. I felt the orgasm and rubbed the tip over my clit faster and faster. The second I felt the orgasm coming, I dropped his cock, my hand fisting in the comforter as my body bucked upward. He slid inside at the same time my orgasm broke over me.

  “Oh,” I moaned, my body arching as he pushed in deep.

  He held still as I slid up and down his cock slick with my pussy juices until I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving as I worked to slow my heart rate.

  “Roll over to your stomach,” he said, stepping back and pulling out of me.

  I did as he asked.

  “Get on your hands and knees.”

  I rose up, once again, ignoring that initial self-consciousness and waited for him to tell me what to do next. His hands reached out, lovingly caressing my body before he stepped close behind me and pushed in high and deep. I stilled my body completely, adjusting to his invasion from a new angle and loving the feel of it as I sucked him deep inside my sheath.

  His hands were on my hips as he slowly began to move, pushing in and pulling out in a mellow rhythm. He slowly picked up the pace, panting as the bed began to rock back and forth with our exertions. I heard a low keening sound above the squeaking of the bed and realized it was coming from me.

  He was fucking me so fast I couldn’t keep up. My body was tightening around him. I knew I was headed for a violent eruption and did my best to hold on and prepare myself for the ride.

  “Ah, damn, ah fuck, Hailey,” he called out my name with such ferociousness I was helpless to stop my body from responding.

  I burst into a million tiny pieces, floating through the air as he dominated my body. I heard my shout of ecstasy as I slowly collapsed onto the bed, face first with his body still pressed against mine, his dick still deep inside me.

  “Shh,” he was whispering and comforting.

  I nodded my head, feeling my pussy spasm around him with tiny pricks of pleasure radiating outward. He pulled out and sat on the bed beside me before rolling me to my back.

  “Ride me,” he whispered lying down next to me.

  I crawled over the top of him, my legs feeling shaky as I straddled him. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around him and positioning my body over the head of his cock. My pussy was swollen with the multiple orgasms he had already given me. I wasn’t sure he would fit.