Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  When we finished eating, Kurt cleared the counter and guided me silently back to our room, holding my hand so gently, as if he thought that holding it too tightly would make it break.

  I was so full and satisfied, I felt like I was floating in a dream that I never wanted to end.

  Kurt scooped me up in his arms and stared deeply into my eyes. After a long moment, he laid me carefully on the bed, spreading my legs open wide. He stood back, admiring every inch of me. When he leaned down to bury his head between my legs, my toes curled. He lapped up my sweet juices, deliberately and softly at first, then going faster and faster as sticky wetness started welling up inside of my tight hole. I came hard.

  He unsheathed his throbbing penis and guided it with ease inside of me, groaning with pleasure as his hard dick settled into the depth of my still pulsating pussy.

  “I want you, Dana,” he whispered.

  “I want you, too,” I responded.

  We got lost in each other and our passion, but it was different this time. It seemed more real, more passionate than ever.

  I couldn’t help but think if what I was feeling was the beginning of true love. It certainly felt that way to me.

  Chapter 12 – Kurt

  As I lay there holding Dana in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel pangs of guilt, remembering the events that happened in the middle of the night while she slept.

  I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating again and again. I was enjoying the time that I was spending with Dana so much that I didn’t want anything to snap me back to reality. I felt like picking up the phone would be one step closer to shattering this all-too-perfect dream and reminding me exactly how loveless and empty my world really was.

  But the ringing didn’t stop. I started to get worried, thinking that something terrible had happened to Olivia. Very careful not to wake Dana, I reluctantly shuffled over to the dresser to retrieve my phone.

  I sighed with relief to see that it was James, my pilot, calling.

  He called again and, stepping into the hallway, I answered, whispering, “Hello?”

  “Hey there, Mr. Roberts! Great news! We were able to get the part that we needed, and we can take off whenever you’re ready. Did you want me to have the car sent around to bring you here?”

  I should have been excited by the news. Every minute that I spent away from my business was one where I was losing money. My email inbox was filled with frantic queries from my business partners, trying to find out the status of my situation and when we would be able to get back on track with business. Most of them had been left unanswered because I simply hadn’t had any news to report.

  So, you would think that I would have been happy to be getting the news that we could all go back to business as usual. But, I wasn’t. To me, it meant the end to the time that Dana and I was spending together. Seeing that we had crossed so many lines, it could actually mean the end to all of our interactions, even professionally. Maybe she would decide that we would have to cut all ties, making a clean break. It might be too much to deal with each other on a professional level considering that we had been together so intimately. I didn’t even want to imagine it, so I was determined to do all that I could to keep that from happening.

  “Uh, no, that’s okay. It’s the middle of the night and Dana is still sleeping. As a matter of fact, everyone is sleeping, including our gracious host. I would hate for it to look like I am slipping out in the middle of the night without properly thanking them for their hospitality. Let me give everyone a chance to wake up, thank our host, and repay them for their kindness. And let me talk things over with Dana. Once I do that, I’ll be sure to call you right away for further instructions.”

  “Look, the roads are clear. The sky is perfect. We can touch down before business even opens for the day. I’ll have the car be on its way and you can just come here. That way you’ll be home with plenty of time for Christmas. You can always sleep on the plane.”

  On one hand, I appreciated his diligence in trying to get things back on track, but his attempt to override my wishes were mildly irritating.

  “You don’t tell me what’s going to happen. I will tell you. Do you understand? I said that I am going to let everyone continue to sleep since it’s the middle of the night and that’s that.”

  “I’m sorry, boss. I just thought…”

  “I know what you thought and that’s why I’m advising you to rethink. Because you are way out of line here. You can’t tell me when we are going to leave. I will tell you. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” came his quiet reply.

  “Good. I will be calling you as soon as I have decided on what we will do. I expect that you will be waiting by the phone for my call. And James?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t ever let that happen again. If it does, you will be out of work for a very long time. Not just for me, but for anyone.”

  I hung up the phone before he had a chance to respond. I was angry, but not completely at James. He was only doing his job. Plus, he hadn’t had the luxury of sleeping in a nice, comfy bed in a warm cabin. He had been stuck at the airport, working feverishly for me, sacrificing his time and comfort. And how did I repay him? By yelling at him and threatening him.

  I wasn’t angry at James really at all. I was angrier at myself for allowing my feelings to get so wrapped up in the situation, that I was allowing it to override logic, and what I knew was the responsible thing to do. Which is exactly what James had tried to suggest before I shut him down.

  What was wrong with me? I had never felt like this with anyone, not even my own wife, who had begged me over and over again to take time off work to give more attention to our daughter and our crumbling marriage. But, I refused to lose focus on my business. Now, here I was willing to risk it all, for a few fleeting moments, with a complete stranger. One of my employees, at that!

  I stepped outside to get some fresh air, thinking that maybe that would help me snap back into reality. The brisk breeze and the stillness of the night only made me want to rush back to bed to relish every moment with Dana since it seemed like everything would soon be coming to a close. As I walked down the long hallway, my heart grew heavier and heavier with each step.

  When I got to our room, I opened the door. Dana lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel. I stood there, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as she slept on, blissfully unaware of anything going on around her. I wished that I could have stood there watching her forever.

  She stirred, looked at me, and smiled.

  “What are you doing just standing there smiling at me?” she asked sleepily.

  “Nothing, my dear. Go back to sleep,” I said, slipping into bed next to her. She felt so warm and her sweet, womanly scent seemed to envelope me. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her hair, inhaling her glorious scent. I never wanted to let her go.

  “Everything okay?” she asked, her body tensing.

  “Yes, everything is fine,” I said, hoping to ease her fears.

  I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt at not telling her the news about the plane. I knew that she was eager to get back home to her parents and her son so that they could stop worrying and know that everything would be okay. And I really wanted to put her mind at ease so that she wouldn’t feel burdened by worry.

  But, a part of me didn’t want to see her get excited at the thought of leaving our days of passion behind. She had agreed to be mine during this trip and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t think that I could bear the thought of her leaving me behind as a blip on her radar, a dwindling figure in her rearview.

  It was funny that I was feeling that way since I’d done it so many times myself with other women. I guess I would be getting a taste of my own medicine if she did decide to do that. And if I was willing to do the right thing, I would have told her right then and there, giving her a chance to make an informed decision on the matter.

  But, I wasn’t prepared to be t
hat guy and I was even less willing to risk losing her. So, instead, I held onto her tighter.

  I tried to imagine myself having a conversation with her, one where I told her that I was beginning to have strong feelings for her, that I thought that I might even be falling for her. Even the thought of having that conversation with her made me feel weak, vulnerable, like I was less than a man.

  I wondered what my business partners and employees would think if they knew how soft Dana made me feel. I had prided myself on being strong, not at all moved or driven by emotion. It was one of the things that made me such a great business leader. In every scenario that I worked out in my head where I told Dana my true feelings, they all ended with me being laughed at or looked at as weak by her. As emotionally strong as I knew myself to be, I also knew that I would be crushed if she were to reject me in that way.

  After divorcing my wife, I promised myself that I would never open my heart up to another woman again. I would never risk having my heart broken. That was why I had a lineup of random women in and out of my bed. There was never any real intimacy and I would quickly rush them away if I felt like they were trying to linger too long and make things more complicated than they needed to be.

  There was one girl who tried really hard to get past my defenses. Her name was Sharon. She was a model. She was very pretty and seemed to have a pleasant personality, but I had held firm in my resolve and made sure to stay as far away from her as possible. After a few weeks of her reaching out and me dodging her advances, she got the message and I didn’t hear from her again.

  Now, here I was, the one wanting, no, yearning, for more and besides enjoying spending time together and having some of the most mind-blowing sex that I’d ever had, Dana hadn’t given me any reason to think that things would go much further than this.

  I laughed at myself for being so silly and immature in my thinking. Here I was with the perfect opportunity to have fun and just enjoy my down time and I was wasting it by overthinking and being worried about something that probably didn’t even matter all that much in the grand scheme of things. So, I decided that I would stop worrying and just have fun. I would definitely have sex with her one more time before we left. OK, maybe two or three times more.

  All of a sudden, I felt moved to do something special for her. I wanted to have fun, but I wanted to make her happy, too. That’s when I decided to make her my famous breakfast of crepe suzettes and quiche. It had been such a long time since I’d made it, but I wanted to put a smile on her face by surprising her with breakfast in bed.

  My plans were changed when she caught me in the act in the kitchen. I was slightly disappointed, but we ended up having such a great time and a romantic breakfast coupled with good conversation.

  After breakfast, we went back to our room and just cuddled. Yeah, I fucking cuddled even though I never usually did that. This relationship we had found ourselves in was different than any others I’d been in. I knew that I had to have more of her before we left the cabin.

  Just when I got ready to start another round, we heard a quick tap on the door and called out, “Come in!” followed by the door bursting open and our jolly, robust hostess rushing to our bedside.

  “Good morning to the lovely couple! I see that you have already helped yourself to breakfast. And dessert." She winked. Dana and I shared nervous laughter.

  “I do hope that you are enjoying your stay with us. I know that you could be getting news any moment about you plane and be rushing off back to your busy lives, but I feel like we haven’t had the chance to spend much time with you. I am going to be preparing a special lunch for everyone in the house. And I would love it if you would join us.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said, hurriedly, wishing that she would stop barging in on us the way that she did.

  “Good! I also came to see if you had any clothes that I could wash for you?”

  Dana pointed to a small pile that was beginning to build in the corner. Our hostess scooped them up cheerfully, promising to return with clean clothes and fresh towels for us to use whenever we got ready.

  As soon as she closed the door behind her, Dana said, “I really do wish that the door had a lock on it. Or, at the very least, she would wait on the other side of the door instead of bursting in and invading our space.”

  I laughed because that’s exactly what my thought had been.

  “If she’d come in a few minutes later, she would have gotten an eyeful of something that I’m not too sure that she would have wanted to see.”

  “Oh, really?” came Dana’s playful response.

  I reached over and pulled her against me, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. She clenched her teeth and sucked in a breath. I was getting turned on again already and was going to start another round with her. If our happy, intruding hostess decided to return, I guess that she would just have to get her eyeful. Maybe that would be enough to keep her from barging in on us. I really didn’t care, though, because I was determined to bask in Dana’s warmth for as long as possible.

  I’ll tell her about the plane tomorrow, I thought as she worked her way down, swallowing my entire dick with her mouth.

  “That’s right,” I told her, pushing it even further in as she deepthroated me. “Be a good little girl and take my cock.”

  I pulled it out of her and slapped her in the face some, but lovingly, as if providing her discipline.

  “We can’t leave yet,” I told her. “You have to let me blow my load in your mouth first.”

  She nodded, and I felt my cock swelling and pulsing. Then I felt a pulling at the base of my balls. I looked down at her big, swinging tits and innocent little eyes and came into her mouth. She guzzled my cum, swallowing it like a champ.

  “That’s a good girl,” I told her, as I slid it out some and whipped it around on her face. “That’s how we do it in this mountain cabin where I possess you, own you, take you, do whatever I want with you, as long as we’re here.”

  Chapter 13 – Dana

  I was beginning to wonder if our plane would ever be ready. And I had to admit that a part of me didn’t want our plane to ever get fixed. I didn’t know what that really meant in terms of my parents and Scott, but I was enjoying my time away. It gave me the chance to breathe and tune in with myself. And being here with someone as sexy, interesting, and powerful as Kurt made it almost seem like a fantasy, like something that I would conjure up in my wildest of dreams.

  My mind kept flashing back to all the incredible sex that we have been having. I really hoped that I would have the chance to have sex again before we had to leave.

  We spent the morning laying around in bed, having more sex, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. Then, we decided that we would take our hostess up on her offer to join them for lunch. She had mentioned wanting to hang out a few times and figured that maybe this might give us the opportunity to broach the subject of her parading into our room randomly.

  I got up and tried to find the least embarrassing clothes to put on. Even though we were at the mercy of the costume-like clothes lent to use from our hostess, being around Kurt made me want to look my best. It was something about the way that he looked at me, his hungry, roving eyes looking me over, like he was taking in a masterpiece.

  I knew that I hardly looked the part, but that didn’t keep me from stopping by the mirror for a few moments longer, making sure that my hair looked good. I let my hair fall into my face, which was much more relaxed than the tight, neat bun that I usually wore it in. I looked so much younger, more fun, with my hair down. And Kurt loved running his fingers through my hair. I felt the moisture begin to pool into my pussy as I thought about the way that he lightly pulled my hair as he entered me from behind.

  Emerging from the bathroom, I walked into our room to find Kurt sitting on the bed, facing the bathroom, as if he were waiting on me.

  “I kind of don’t want to leave,” I told him. “I mean, if it weren’t for my son, I’d just want to stay here forever.”r />
  “Me too,” he said. “Staying here with you sounds perfect.”

  I could feel my face turn crimson red and I said something unintelligible in return. He had this simple way of making me come completely undone. I knew that if we’d stayed there, we would have started another session, for sure, but since it was the middle of the day and we could already smell the inviting aroma from the kitchen of lunch being prepared and happy laughter and chatter drifted past our door at intervals, we both knew that the chances of having some uninterrupted alone time might be slim to none.

  We joined a group of other house guests in the living room area. Two other couples sat gazing into the blazing fire while light jazz music floated from the speakers that looked like rocks. The outdoor mountain theme of the room added so much whimsy into the afternoon.

  “Hey, I’m Bill,” came one of the guys, hand extended, to greet us. “We just got in last night. Glad to meet ya.”

  We introduced ourselves and greeted everyone else.

  “Are you guys on your honeymoon, too?” asked Bob’s wife, Jenny. They sat on a large arm chair, Jenny on Bob’s lap, their arms and legs intertwined.

  I hadn’t expected that question. In fact, I had spent so much time trying to enjoy the moment, wishing that our time wouldn’t end, I hadn’t given much thought at all to what we were to each other or what we might tell anyone if asked.

  Kurt grinned sheepishly, and said, “We were on our way on a business trip and our plane engine went out. We landed at a nearby airport and now have the pleasure of spending this lovely afternoon with you fine people.” His smile was dazzling and charming. I could tell that everyone really liked him.

  Turning to the other couple, Kurt continued, “What brings you guys to this area?”