Fake It_A Fake Marriage Baby Romance

by Mia Ford

  With that, Johnathan slid off the chair, onto one knee, as he grabbed the tiny box out of his pocket.

  Carrie was speechless as tears of joy filled her eyes. She screamed with excitement and hugged Johnathan tightly.

  “Yes!” She exclaimed, “Oh my God! Yes! Of course!”

  At this, Carrie kissed Johnathan ravenously. Eagerly, Johnathan wrapped his arms around Carrie and pulled him into her.

  By now, the entire restaurant had figured out what was happening. There were cheers and clapping all around them, making the couple feel as though it truly was a celebration.

  When they broke apart from their kiss, Johnathan stood up and placed the ring on Carrie’s finger.

  For the first time, Carrie was able to see the ring. It was beautiful; a perfect stone, embedded in a cradle of surrounding diamonds. The band was white gold and the centered stone was encased in its own illustrious clasp, prominently displaying it apart from the rest.

  Again, Carrie felt fresh tears start to stream down her face. The proposal completely surprised her, though she didn’t even have to consider her answer.

  “I got a little nervous when you started talking about all gold,” Johnathan joked.

  “You know me better than anyone!” She exclaimed, holding the ring out so she could admire it against her finger. “It’s perfect!”

  Hardly able to believe what was happening, she wrapped her arms tightly around Johnathan, as the wait staff brought out their desert.

  “I figured that now, you don’t have to feel like you are doing the same thing,” Johnathan told her as they sat down to enjoy their meal and the eyes of the other guests eased off them, giving the couple back their privacy.

  “What do you mean?” Carrie insisted, searching her fiancé’s eyes for further explanation.

  “Moving in together. I thought that you might be nervous about it and I figured if it isn’t the same experience, you will have an easier time separating it. Instead of moving in together as girlfriend and boyfriend,” Johnathan raised his glass, tapping it against Carrie’s, “You will be moving in with your fiancé.”

  Carrie giggled, made giddy by the word that she had always thought was a long way off, in terms of describing her and Johnathan.

  However, after a moment, Carrie lowered her glass and turned serious, “Now, I’m the one who feels the need to clarify…You didn’t feel like you had to do this, did you? I don’t want to rush you into anything. I know how big of a step this is for you too. After all…”

  Johnathan stopped her abruptly, “Carrie, when have you ever known this stubborn ass to do anything he didn’t want to do?”

  Carrie grinned, but felt only slightly relieved by his words.

  “You taught me to let go and move on. That is exactly what I am doing. The relationship I had and the relationship that is going to last the rest of my life are entirely different. There is nothing about moving in with my fiancée that gives me any kind of reservation,” he assured, “I promise.”

  Carrie shook her head in agreement, raised her glass and expressed, “To us!”

  “To the future we were meant to have,” Johnathan added before clanking his class against Carrie’s again. “I love you, Carrie.”

  “And I love you, Johnathan,” she exclaimed.

  “Oh, and I have one more surprise for you,” Johnathan added after a moment of silence.

  “There’s more?”

  “Well, it’s more of an…in addition to…I booked us a room upstairs.”

  “Wow, you were pretty confident in this, weren’t you?” Carrie teased.

  “Well, I figured I couldn’t lose. If you said yes, we’d have a wonderful night, without any interruptions. If you said no, I’d have a place to wallow in my pity,” he sneered, and Carrie playfully swatted at his arm.

  “You knew I was going to say yes!”

  He shook his head, genuine in his response, “No. I was scared shitless.”

  Carrie shook her head, “I would’ve thought you knew me better than that.”

  With that, Johnathan’s eyes dropped to a seductive expression and the corner of his mouth curled up, into a suggestive expression.

  “What do you say we go up to our hotel room and get to know one another, just a little bit better?”

  Eager to show her fiancé just how pleased she was by the night’s turn of events, Carrie was nearly at the door of the restaurant before Johnathan had even finished his suggestion.

  Johnathan met up with Carrie in the lobby, he hastily walks up to her and immediately takes her into his arms.

  The two begin to kiss intermittently as they walk toward the elevator.

  Waiting for the elevator, Cassie eagerly turns toward Johnathan and deepens the kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself close to him.

  By the time the elevator arrives, the couple barely notices.

  Yet, Johnathan has the presence of mind to guide Carrie back, into the elevator and close the doors before they make anyone uncomfortable.

  The surge of the elevator going upward, along with the pressure of Johnathan pressing his muscular body against, her, makes Carrie’s heart start to race, while her stomach churns enthusiastically.

  By the time the elevator doors open on their floor, neither of them cares about making anyone else uncomfortable. The two are too enamored in one another.

  As soon as the door opens, Carrie presses Johnathan out, backing him up until his back hits the wall behind them.

  Carrie giggles as Johnathan grasps her, yanking her up so that her legs can swing around his waist.

  Continuing to deepen the kiss, secured in Johnathan’s arms, Carrie weaves her fingers through Johnathan’s hair, reveling in the familiar, yet erotic taste of him.

  Together, the couple stagger down the corridor, until they reach their room number.

  Johnathan already has the key in hand and as he presses Carrie against the door, his eyes drop to the key slot. He shoves the key into the slot and opens the door, seemingly in one movement.

  Once inside, Johnathan closes the door again and swings Carrie around, so that they both land on the bed.

  Carrie yells out and holds on tight to Johnathan, who chuckles as he separates himself from her, only to gaze down at her.

  Johnathan takes in Carrie’s magnetizing beauty. The red dress that she had decided to wear tonight was stark against the soft, alabaster skin that lead to her cleavage. While her long hair flowed around her head, like a golden crown. Her lips, a deep rouge, were moist and puffy from Johnathan’s kiss and her chest heaved, regaining the breath that was lost during their intimacy.

  Johnathan was breathing hard too, but instead of strain, his heightened breathing had to do with anticipation as the endorphins raged inside of him.

  He grinned down at Carrie, while his hand came up, curving around her throat, while his lips pressed into the nape of her neck.

  Carrie groaned, her pelvis already thrusting upwards, as she felt the rough stubble of her lover’s cheek against her skin.

  Already feeling moisture lubricating her center, Carrie was easing her way toward Johnathan’s manhood.

  She wanted him badly and her womanly aching wasn’t going to allow her to hold out for long.

  Carrie longed to feel him inside of her, pulsing with long, thrusting motions eradicating any doubt of his affections for her, more with every strike.

  Even now, lovemaking was the only time when Carrie felt that Johnathan was truly letting himself go.

  He wasn’t one to lose control and Carrie never thought that he would be. There was always a sense of reservation and pause, hiding behind every motion that he made but when the two of them were together in this way; hearts beating as one, bodies connecting, and souls entwining, Carrie was certain that she was receiving a completely unbridled Johnathan.

  Pulling him close to her, she groaned, as she felt his lips slowly inch down her neck and across her chest, heading toward her cleavage.

  As
his lips neared her breasts, she felt his fingers coil around the sleeves of her dress, dropping them off her shoulders.

  When he drew closer to the valley of her cleavage, she felt his hands peel the form-fitting dress down, until he was able to expose her bosom.

  With a prideful, almost animalistic growl, Johnathan pressed his face into the center of her breasts, before grasping one with his hand.

  Carrie felt her body quake with excitement as she eased herself up, so that she was closer to him.

  He grinned, almost devilishly at her, before the pad of his thumb carefully stoked the dark portion of her breast, surrounding her hardened nipple.

  Carrie shuddered, moving to sit up, but Johnathan straddled her, making it clear that he was in control.

  Looking up at him, Carrie simpered, while his free hand ran through her hair, before tracing her hairline and trailing down the side of her body. The light touch of his fingertips, tracing her body, brought chills, trailing behind his touch, while with each circular motion of his thumb, pressing against her breast, Carrie felt a quaking in her pelvis.

  She groaned as Johnathan thrust himself against her, applying pressure in an area that caused Carrie to cry out.

  Johnathan chuckled before running his thumb over her nipple.

  Again, Carrie shuddered, crying out, as bolts of excitement rocketed through her body.

  Johnathan then eased himself down, so that his lips were even with her breasts. Carrie closed her eyes and rocked her head back, as Johnathan took her nipple into his mouth, making the same circular motion, he had with his thumb, but now with his tongue.

  Carrie’s heart was thrusting in her chest hard now, while the wetness between her legs readied her to receive him.

  “Oh, my God…” Carrie moaned, feeling her heartrate palpitate harder as her eyes rolled back and her fist clasped a strong hold on the comforter.

  Carrie swallowed hard, but her mouth was dry with anticipation and her body quivered with need.

  After Johnathan had appropriately teased each of her breasts, his hands spread to either side of her, his large grip encasing her tiny waist.

  His grip was warm and slightly calloused. Her skin yearned for his touch and as he eased himself down, he took the dress with him, until he was gently sliding it off her legs and onto the floor, leaving behind her naked body.

  Carrie’s whole body felt like it was vibrating, instigated by his foreplay.

  Carrie sat up slightly, propping herself on her forearms, as she watched Johnathan undress.

  His solid body was revealed to her, causing her need to intensify immensely. With her eyes in an alluring, come hither glance, she eased herself closer to him; wanting to feel his heavenly body against her skin. She pressed her nakedness against him and her breasts, which were still moist from his attention, tingled with delight upon rubbing against his solid, visceral physique.

  Although Johnathan had conformed to a more clean-cut version of himself, upon re-entering society, the mountain man Carrie had fallen in love with was still exactly the same, underneath his clothes.

  The scent of his essence, the taught rope of muscles that slinked across his chest each time he moved and the line of hair that started right below the waistline of his pants, creating a V, inviting Carrie to his manliness hadn’t changed.

  The sight of him always took her breath away, but with the knowledge that he had chosen her, that he wanted to marry her, made this moment even more impressive.

  He is mine! She thought, hardly able to contain her enthusiasm.

  After holding her against him for a short time, he eased Carrie back onto the bed, following her as he eased her legs apart. She simpered at him as he slid himself toward the apex of her legs.

  Carrie moaned as she felt his manliness against her. His pulsing member was warm and inviting. Her body was ripe, ready to be ravaged.

  Already immensely enthralled by the feeling of her touch, Johnathan wasn’t sure how long he would be able to hold out before he climaxed.

  The thought of her becoming his wife, in addition to the sensual nature of their current position had what seemed like all his bodily fluids rushing toward his manliness.

  Johnathan was nearly overwhelmed by the broken dam of emotions and sensations that were consuming him.

  Rubbing himself against Carrie, he could feel that she too was abundantly ready for him.

  Wetness welcomed him, as he eased himself against her, splitting the veil of her femininity, without fully penetrating it.

  “Oh God!” Carrie shuddered, grabbing his arms, and thrusting herself against him, indicating once again that she was ready.

  So, the next time Johnathan eased toward her, he penetrated her, thrusting himself deeply into her, which caused Carrie to yell out.

  “Yes…” She called as he eased back, before thrusting forward again, hastily picking up speed.

  Each time he slid deeper inside of her, Carrie squeezed his arms harder and moaned.

  It wasn’t long before the two of them were rocking back and forth, almost to the point of overexertion, teetering on the brink of mutual climax, when suddenly, with one final push, Carrie screamed, as Johnathan’s love exploded inside of her.

  After a few more motions, the couple was left dizzy, breathless, and intensely satisfied.

  When they are finished, Carrie leans back on the pillow, feeling a sense of gratification that supersedes anything she had ever felt before.

  She grinned, turned over and snuggled up close to Johnathan. Though she was completely exhausted and still working on catching her breath, she can’t seem to settle into slumber.

  Carrie is too eager at the prospect of truly starting her new life with her mountain man.

  DR. Delight

  Blurb

  We both know it's forbidden but the course of true love never did run smooth!

  Dr. Oliver Foxx is living the dream. A successful career, plenty of women, abundant wealth but still far from settling down.

  Louise Wilder is an ambitious young medical trainee who has no intention of trading anything in her career even if that’s love. Not even when she’s assigned to shadow the handsome, Oliver Foxx or the famous DR. Delight. But little did she realize that her training program is going to be far more challenging for reasons she didn’t consider.

  Things soon get complicated when sparks fly between the two and even more when they both try to forget each other.

  How the hell are they gonna get out of this alive?

  Will either of them be able to fight it forever?

  Chapter One – Oliver

  “Thirty nine years old, hey?” my friend and colleague, Doctor Simon Lee, comments with a smirk as he hands me my birthday card. “It’s the big one next year, isn’t it? That’s when you really class as old. How do you think you’ll celebrate? With a rocking chair and a nice warm blanket?”

  “You shut it.” I pushed him playfully. “You act like you’re so much younger than me, I have to tell you that five years behind me isn’t that much. You certainly aren’t a spring chicken.”

  “I know, but look at you. You actually have some grey hairs coming through.”

  “I think they make you look distinguished.” Me and Simon glance up in shock as another voice joins in the conversation. It’s Kelly, one of my wealthy, beautiful patients. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone quite as aware and beautiful as her. “You’re very handsome, Oliver.”

  I push myself into a standing position and indicate away from the staff canteen, where she definitely shouldn’t be, towards my office. “It’s Doctor Foxx to you,” I tease. “And I don’t think it’s appropriate to comment on my looks while I’m working, do you get it?”

  Simon makes a scoffing sound which I choose to ignore as we both leave the room. He knows better than anyone else what I’m like, so I’m sure he can hear the hidden layers to my little comment, but since I know I can trust him in my life, I don’t feel like I need to scold him for that. Instead, I conti
nue with Kelly down the hallway towards my room where we can be alone.

  “You know I like to comment on your looks while you’re at work,” she purrs into my ear so only I can hear, allowing her breath to tickle my neck as she does. “It’s that doctor’s uniform, it drives me wild. And you are handsome in it, so why shouldn’t I say so?”

  “Oh yeah?” I open the door and let her inside. “So, how’s that husband of yours?”

  “Urgh, I wouldn’t be able to tell you, would I?” She takes her seat and rolls her eye at me. “He’s a workaholic so I don’t ever see him. He’s just lucky he earns so much or I’d be long gone.”

  I smile to myself as I bring my PC to life. Kelly might not be the nicest person around, and she’s definitely a gold digger, but at least she’s honest about it. I see so many women coming through this place who try to act like they’re so much better than they actually are, which drives me mad. I much prefer people like Kelly who own who they are. It’s refreshing.

  “So, I suppose you’re here for a check-up?” She nods and bites down on her bottom lip. “Right. Do you want to get up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups?”