Thief of Hearts: A Rogue Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Carter Blake

  The guys close up the truck and start walking me back to the building. I’ve got sweat running down my sides in the heavy jumpsuit, even in the cool air. Holding in my rage is a conscious effort of will, and it’s physical, as well as mental. Alison walks nearby, holding her paper like it’s the most important document in the world.

  “What the fuck did you say to Prof?” I ask, grinning.

  She turns her head towards me and smiles. “I had to pull in every technical term I could think of. He tried to convince me I was biased, but the worst thing you can do to a sensitive patient is put him in a situation where he might get worse. Especially if he has shown significant signs of improvement, which you have.”

  Her expression softens further. “You’ve come so far, Jaxon. You’ve overcome your trigger. All I did was convince Doctor Gardener that if we didn’t salvage the progress we’d already made, we would rob society of a very special and influential person who could do a lot of good.”

  “You’re amazing, Ali. I love you,” I whisper, and I know she hears me, even though my voice is soft.

  I look up at the dull, concrete building and I can’t quite believe that in a matter of moments, I’ll be free. I’ll have Ali in my arms.

  Like I said, someone up there really likes me. Don’t they say God protects the mad?

  Alison

  It’s been a few months now since that hard day in the prison parking lot. Jaxon bought a new place for us, closer to the city central, for me to get to work more easily.

  I insisted on paying my share and having my name on everything. He said he wanted to take care of me, but I said it was my job to take care of him.

  I’m sitting by the wide bay window overlooking the covered garden. I’m pulling various things out—picture frames and books—as a few removals guys cart the last boxes into the living room.

  Jaxon’s sitting curled up in an armchair like a cat, watching me.

  “Are you going to do any work?”

  He grins, sipping his coffee. “Nope. I told you I don’t do manual labor.”

  I laugh at his innocent, wide-eyed expression. “It’s not manual labor. It’s setting up our home, the place we’re going to live in together and build our life in. Surely you don’t want me to do everything?”

  He puts his coffee down and unfolds his long legs from the chair, coming over to me. “When you put it like that, I suppose I should get off my ass.”

  “Fine ass it is, too.”

  He grins and settles behind me as I pull out a silver frame holding a picture of us. It was taken a few days after his release, at a charity benefit.

  Jaxon supported the event—from prison no less—and was able to appear there only because of my quick talking. His name is still famous all over town for his charitable events, which continued even throughout his stay in jail.

  We’re both smiling on the red carpet. I’m wearing a pale green dress, and Jaxon’s wearing a tux with a matching silk green shirt. He places his chin on my shoulder.

  “That’s a great photo.” His voice is soft. “That night, it was like dancing with a princess from a good fairy tale.”

  “Get off it,” I scoff at him.

  He squeezes me gently around the waist. “No, I mean it. You were so surreal to me, Ali. My whole world was tipped upside down. Then you were there. And everything made sense. Everything.”

  He gives me another squeeze. The big lumbering guys haul in a few more boxes.

  “That’s about it there, Mr. Covington. Anything else you need for today?”

  “No, none,” he says with a wave. “Just shut the door on your way out.”

  I lean back into Jaxon’s hard body as the movers leave the room. The house we bought together is a decent size but is much smaller than his other places. He’s currently working on a few plans to have them rented out or sold.

  He wants to run proper rehabilitation programs for prison inmates—including book selections and basic life skills. His time in the joint has only improved him.

  “Hey, that’s a nice one.” He reaches past me into the box, pulling out an old photo of me getting my diploma.

  “Yeah, that was a great day. I felt like I achieved so much. It’s all going nowhere now, though.”

  “What do you mean, honey?”

  “I had it all ahead of me. I worked so hard to get ahead as fast as I could. Now I’m stuck in place, while Doctor Gardener drags his feet finishing my residency.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, really. It’s a fucking joke. Even after personally solving the hardest, highest profile case there ever was for the department, he’s just fucking around, saying I’m not competent for private practice.”

  He turns me around and wriggles so our knees are touching.

  “So, Ali, how does that make you feel?”

  I have to laugh. He makes a joke of head shrinking me every chance he gets.

  “Frustrated, Doctor Jaxon. I feel frustrated.”

  “Hmm. It’s a good thing your own private practice will be finished soon.”

  It’s like the silence in the room amplifies into empty spaces. I’m not sure I heard right. I just stare at him.

  “What?”

  He grins widely and happily. “I’ve had the plan in motion for quite some time now. I didn’t want to tell you until it was nearly done. It’s part of my project for improving the rehab for criminals. Your office and private practice is going to be attached to the program.”

  He has that look on his face men get when they know they’ve done well. When they’re sure a reward is coming.

  “Jaxon!” I shriek in delight, throwing my arms around his neck. I push my body against his and let myself fall back into his lap, one hand behind my head, the other on my back.

  “Jaxon.” I whisper as his lips meet mine.

  He’s like electricity…free and wild and contained in hard packaging. Always unpredictable. Always thrilling.

  As his kiss gets deeper and harder, I feel those tingles deep inside. Familiar now, but new and different every time.

  My hands reach up around his neck. I love that spot just under his hair. He’s sensitive there, and when I drag my fingertips across it, he shivers, goosebumps flaring on his arms.

  One hand reaches down and slides up my thigh. As his fingers probe into the hot, wet den there, he laughs against my open mouth.

  “When did you take your panties off?”

  “On the way here.” I kiss him deeply. “On that last run, when you promised to touch me up in the car.”

  Through the slippery movements of our lips, he laughs softly. “I forgot. Helping the guys move the big bookshelf took it out of me.”

  “Not too much, I hope.” I lean my tongue back in, swallowing up as much of him as he will give.

  Spread across his lap, I rock my hips back as he fingers deeper. Two fingers slide in and tease my pussy. He slides me to the floor, crouched over me like a jaguar with its prey.

  He runs his lips over my breasts and stomach, still covered in my light dress, until he reaches my pussy. He raises the skirt up my thighs and gasps softly, reaching out to tease my clit as he watches.

  “You just going to look?” I tease.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” He’s breathless, eyes wide.

  I love that look. To him, I’m the most important person in the world. It’s just as I thought from the beginning—he needs me like no one else possibly can. What a surprise—a nice one—to find that I need him, too.

  He leans in, finally pressing his lips to my clit. I gasp, head rolling back, trapped by dozens of cardboard boxes. I’m crushed between them on the floor, legs crumpling the cardboard as I try to get my legs open.

  He grabs my hips, sliding his tongue in, deeper and deeper, lapping at the slit and pressing his top lip to the clit. I start to shake from the hips up, feeling those deep tremors inside. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each explosion.

  My muscles spasm, and I grab his head, holding hi
s mouth on my clit as I shamelessly come all over his face. As the orgasm subsides, I let go of him, falling back on the floor. He crawls up my body, slowly, savoring me, taking his time as he goes.

  He’s so big and hard, he doesn’t even have to guide it in—his cock just slides straight into me. I’m tight even after the orgasms loosened me up. He gasps as my muscles reach for him, gripping him, as if guiding him deeper and pushing him away at the same time.

  “Oh, Ali,” he whispers, and just the sound of that gasp, his reverent breaths starts my inner muscles trembling all over again.

  His need for me is what makes me come. He touches me as if I’m a sacred object, infinitely delicate. I reach up, caressing the back of his neck with my nails again, feeling him shiver.

  I pull his head down and graze my lips across his ear. “I love you, Jaxon.”

  He groans, not looking at me, burying his head in my neck. He starts to thrust, harder but not faster, drawing it out, until electric charges of excitement keep happening inside me. I’m trying to buck and writhe, but I’m so trapped by cardboard boxes, I almost laugh.

  Then he pulls back and looks into my eyes, body flush against mine. In as deep as he can go. I feel his cock trembling within me.

  The pressure of his eyes is almost as intense as his cock. I don’t look away, I just let him fall. Let him drown.

  My eyes will never close themselves to you. In my eyes, you are home, you are safe. I want to see you, all of you, now and every day, until the end of time.

  Jaxon

  She’s staring deeply into my eyes, the gaze as deeply piercing as my cock is inside her. No matter how hard I penetrate her, she penetrates me with that gaze far harder.

  I’ve never known anyone that can pierce me with their eyes. Eye contact and its complexities are for alphas only—you can instantly tell an alpha dog in any room. I’m used to being the only one.

  But now, there’s Ali.

  She looks into me, and I thrust against her slowly but harder. I can feel her hot, wet pussy gripping me, and I marvel at how far she’s come.

  Shy little virgin. Horny little sex queen.

  I slip out of her, crawling up her body and getting on my knees. She grins—oh, she’s gotten so good at this. All it took was a bit of practice.

  Okay, a lot of practice. But when it comes to getting your cock sucked, a guy is going to take every single chance he gets.

  So I pushed the truth a bit and said most women can perform oral on a cock like this multiple times a day. It worked.

  She’s gotten so limber through the jaw; she takes the whole thing easily into her mouth. Kneeling carefully, legs at both sides of her head, I slide my cock in and out of that perfect, delicately red mouth.

  Every stroke, combined with that delirious, happy look on her face just makes me bigger and harder. She gulps at my cock even more, sucking as hard as she can, letting me pound her head into the carpet.

  Then she reaches around my leg and grabs my balls. Shock goes right up my spine, and I jerk in her mouth. I look down at her, and she’s smiling, eyes closed, pinning me between her mouth and her hand.

  I wait for the tingles to settle before I start thrusting again, driven by the pressure of her soft, sweet mouth and the gentle touch of her fingers on my sticky balls.

  She slides her fingers around as her tongue works, squeezing them gently. I go still, cock right down her throat. Finally, I can’t take it and scuttle back.

  “Jaxon?” She doesn’t get up. “Are you okay? Why did you stop?”

  “You’re too hot, Ali, too fucking hot.” I’m almost completely out of breath.

  “But I wanted to taste it.” She sits up, deliberately pouting. Her mouth is in that perfect little pout of a girl denied a treat, her eyes sparkling and mocking me.

  “Come on! I want to drink your juice.” She grabs for my cock.

  I get up on my knees, giving her a shove. “And I want to fuck you from behind!”

  “Oh,” she says innocently, getting down on her elbows and pointing her ass up high in the air. “You mean like this?”

  That look again. Pouty mouth. Sparkling, cheeky eyes.

  “Yes.” My voice almost totally stuck in my throat. “Just like that.”

  I can’t spare a look anywhere now except on that gorgeous, swollen pink pussy, leaking slippery juice. I touch her ass gently and slide my tongue inside her. She moans, leaning back into me.

  I sit back up on my knees and start teasing her pussy with my cock. This is my favorite part.

  I slip the head in, then back out again. She groans, pushing back with her hips, but I grab her and stop her sinking backwards.

  “Nope,” I whisper, grinning at her struggles. “You can’t have it yet.”

  One hand on her hip, the other on my cock, I tease her pussy some more. Sliding in and out. Running it up and down the wet lips.

  She’s trying to rock back on it. She’s dripping wet. God, she must be aching deep inside.

  It’s hard for me, too—my poor cock is turning every shade of purple with the intense pressure.

  But I’m not giving it to her until she begs.

  Finally, she throws herself down on the carpet, clawing at it with her nails, jerking from the hips.

  “Give it to me! Give it to me now! Fuck me, Jaxon!”

  “As you wish.” I smile slowly as I put my cock in slowly, so slowly. She claws the carpet some more, jerking from the hips, pussy going into sharp spasms as my hardness fills her, pushing against all that hot softness.

  Once I’m in all the way, I hold still, just for a few seconds, enjoying the sensations bombarding my cock as her pussy goes berserk. She’s crying out and nearly screaming. This is it.

  Hands on both hips, I start slamming my cock into her, thrusting with the full length of my dick. She goes limp under me, hips loose and rocking against my rhythm. She tries to get her hips open as widely as possible, pointing her perfect pink pussy upwards to be punished by my hard cock.

  She’s screaming into the carpet now. Maybe my name. Could be anything.

  I grip her hips even harder and slam my cock in harder, faster. I slip out a few times at the end of each thrust, but she’s so wet, and I’m so hard we join back together seamlessly.

  I feel her multiple orgasms starting, and she goes still, back jerking. I slam once, twice, a third time, and then moan, falling on top of her, pushing her to the floor as we both fall flat, cock jerking and jerking inside her.

  I lay on top of her for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of her being trapped underneath me. I roll off as she begins to mumble, waiting for her to pull towards me, as she always does.

  She snuggles up under my arm, gripping me across the chest. I can feel her heavy breathing, and we’re both sweaty and sticky. The smell is all the same—me, Ali, there’s no difference.

  We’ve become one.

  She reaches down and toys with my cock.

  “More?” I grin at her.

  She looks up, giving me those cheeky eyes. “I still want to taste it.”

  My cock immediately stands up again. Just the thought of those deep red lips…well. She notices and smiles brightly as she clamps her lips over it. The head is still super, sensitive and I cry out, grabbing her head, not sure if I’m forcing her head down or trying to stop her.

  She reaches one hand down to grip my balls again, pulling and tugging almost to the point of pain. It only makes my cock harder.

  She moans, frowning in frustration and need as she deep-throats me, grinding her lips against my stomach, trying to swallow me whole. Her quick pink tongue rubs against the base as she positions herself between my knees, pulling on my balls as she sucks hard on the head and then slamming her mouth down around the base.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m gasping again, rocking my hips, holding her head, and stroking her hair. She needs no encouragement from me—she’s devouring my cock with a passion to last a lifetime. I feel myself getting closer, gasping…then as my co
ck begins to jerk and spurt, she twists my balls.

  I fold forward from the waist, convulsing every which way. She keeps her mouth firmly pressed around the head, eyes closed as she swallows my cum. While I jerk around as if I’m the victim of an electric shock, she sits up, licking her lips and putting one hand to her mouth.

  I’m gazing up at her in wonder as she opens her eyes.

  “Hmmm. Good,” she whispers, putting her hands on my hard chest.

  “I think I’m going to die.” I say quite seriously.

  She lifts her skirt, pulling the dress over her head. She climbs on top of me, wriggling up and down. Her naked body is amazing in the afternoon light.

  “Don’t worry,” She looks into my eyes again. “I’m a doctor. You can die as many times as you need to, I’ll just keep bringing you back.”

  We kiss deeply for a long time. When we come up from the kiss, she has that devilish look again. She wriggles up, bringing her hot, throbbing pussy up to my face.

  “You have more to do in there, Doctor Jaxon. I think this case needs your full attention.”

  I reach up and squeeze her ass with one hand as I fill my mouth. There’s so much I could say, that I want to say. But none of that is as important as tasting her sweet pussy.

  I lean my head back, letting her take full control, relaxing flat out on the carpet as she comes in my mouth, screaming with delight.

  Alison

  I’ve never seen what I would consider gourmet sandwiches before, and they’re pretty incredible. Every piece is laid out for us to assemble, in a lavish arrangement of various sauces, cuts, and accoutrements that accentuate and complement each other.

  I’m almost overwhelmed by the vast display, but at the same time, I feel like no combination can go wrong.

  “One month!” Jaxon says to me, smiling warmly. “One month at your own practice, and you’ve already done so much good. I’ve spoken with your patients personally, and everyone has nothing but good and respectful things to say about you. I’m so incredibly proud of you, Ali.”