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

by Eva Luxe

  “You get paid only after your pregnancy is confirmed. It was in the contract.”

  I lowered my eyes, feeling foolish. I guess I had just been thrown off about the custody thing, because I had read that part. That figures, though, that payment depended on verification of pregnancy. Luckily, someone as young as me should get pregnant very quickly.

  Grant bent over a little to get another good look at my eyes.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

  “I’m good. Besides, where are we going?” I stretched out more in the limo, trying to calm myself down. This was a big responsibility, big money.

  “My home. It’s in the agreement.”

  “Oh yeah, I do remember that.”

  We stopped at a red light and a car pulled up next to us. I didn’t even realize we were in the West Golden wing of the city, but the golden Ferrari next to us jogged my memory. This part of town was aptly named. And of course Grant would live here.

  “Wow, a golden Enzo Ferrari. Geez, the specs on that car are wild.”

  I plastered my face to the window to look at the car. The windows were as black as ink, not that it mattered. I wasn’t concerned about the driver.

  The car was a beauty, a walking piece of history.

  “You’re a car person?”

  “Yes!” I exclaimed.

  I went on to explain about the inner workings of a Ferrari and many other super cars alike. Price be damned, there was a lot more to those cars than just price.

  We shared one thing in common, cars. He was fond of them too, and since he was rich, I knew he had to own them as well.

  “I’m impressed; you like these cars regardless of the price. People shape the car up because of the price tag, but you look further than that.”

  “Well, some people do that.”

  I was sitting on the other side of the limo, giving Grant his room. Reaching over, he placed his hand on my knee and pulled me over. My ass slid over the leather seats as the heat from his hand lit my body up.

  That was a possessive move.

  “Hey, what’re you—” I sucked in a sharp breath when he slid his hand up my thighs.

  I suppose I should shut up. After all, baby making did involve sex.

  But this soon?

  Leaning in, he whispered into my ear, “I’d like to start making our baby as soon as possible.”

  The growl in his voice made me feel as mushy as kinetic sand.

  His hand paused around my thigh and went up further.

  Sweet God, I had to wear a thong today.

  Grant nestled himself on the crook of my neck, inhaling in my scent. His fingers brushed the base of my thong, making my thighs clamp in on him.

  “No, no, keep your legs open,” he growled.

  Reluctantly I pried them open and his fingers slipped inside my thong, teasing my wetness. This man made me too horny all too easily.

  I looked down at his arm snaked between my legs. Grant tilted my chin so I could focus on his eyes instead.

  What beautiful gray eyes and that stubble along such a strong angular jaw. He even had that slight dimple on his chin.

  Perhaps I was going to enjoy this new “job” of mine.

  His fingers went deeper inside me, causing me to jerk and squeeze my pussy around him.

  “G-Grant, here in the limo?” I asked. “Maybe not here in the limo, right?”

  I tried to change my question into a statement but it ended up coming back out as another question. He made my body and my mind feel like putty. I couldn’t get out a decisive word around him and that was not like me at all.

  My body was acting all out of sorts now. My nipples were hardening against the fabric of my dress, and my skin begged to be let out of it.

  Another finger dipped into my folds and I bit back a small yelp.

  “You’re sensitive, Stacy. Tell me, are you a virgin?”

  Oh shit. He had to bring that up so quickly.

  I winced at his expert hands working at my dampness. “W-why?”

  “Because,” he pushed his fingers in further and a small bleating yell escaped my lips, “I need to know how rough I can take you.”

  My cheeks heated up like an oven, matching the temperature of the rest of my body, which was swooning by now.

  Grant took advantage of the room in his limo and crawled over me.

  The swollen bump of his crotch brushed against my leg. Damn, he had to be big— a huge cock to match the size of his ego.

  I still hadn’t answered his question, and he didn’t seem to be in a big rush to hear my answer— or at all, for that matter. I liked how slow he was taking things. It built anticipation. Grant began to work down the sides of my dress so he could expose them, and just as he had the outer ring of my areolas showing, the limo screeched to a halt.

  At first, I was a bit excited at the thought that we could be caught like this, and that surprised me. But not as much as what actually happened.

  We fell off the seat and Grant grunted, irritated that the snack he had just embarked upon eating had been interrupted. And I was too, to be honest.

  He pushed a button to talk to his driver. “Mr. Winston, what on earth?”

  “Sorry sir,” the old man spoke, “There was a car that nearly side swiped us. Are you and your guest okay?”

  Grant sighed. “Yes. Thank you, Mr. Winston. Continue on.”

  I suppose we had no other choice. After all, we had already come this far. And I was enjoying it even more than I thought I would.

  Chapter 15 – Grant

  Stacy was shaken by the sudden braking of the car. So I strapped her in and we arrived back at my condo penthouse.

  “You live here?” she asked, looking all the way up the glass skyscraper.

  “Yes. Impressive, isn’t it?” I said, grabbing her hand.

  She looked down at my hand and smiled.

  “Very. Must be nice to have no worries about much of anything.”

  We walked inside the building. I even had my own private elevator here. Inside was decked with golden accents and the best smelling air fresheners. Every little creature comfort imaginable. I guess sometimes I took it all for granted. Especially when there was still one thing I didn’t have— a baby.

  Looking down at Stacy’s beautiful body, though, I had to admit there was something else I didn’t have, as well. A lot of somethings, actually. Love. Romance. Companionship.

  I had always thought these things were unnecessary or even bad. Now, I was starting to second guess everything. That’s why I had to keep this arrangement business like and stay focused on the fucking contract.

  “What do you mean?” I asked Stacy, even though I had a good idea. “Because I’m rich?”

  She looked down at her feet and tilted her head to the side. “Yeah. Financial worries can kill a person, you know?”

  “Yes, it can. But I still have my worries. Very far in between however.”

  “I guess they are very few,” she chuckled.

  “How about you? Do you have many worries?”

  The elevator arrived and we got inside. Stacy’s eyes widened with the decor. “Yes, I do. What a beautiful elevator.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You must’ve designed it,” she pointed out, running her hand on the wall of the elevator.

  “How did you know?” I cocked an eyebrow.

  “Because, it resembles the one at your workplace. And since you own that building and it’s a private elevator as well, I could only guess.”

  Stacy rubbed her arm and sat down on one of the small seats in the elevator. In under a minute we were hoisted up to the twenty first floor where the entire floor was mine.

  “Wow, your place is huge,” Stacy said, stepping into my main living room.

  The windows were from floor to ceiling. Impressive views and a wonderful balcony. I stayed behind her as she wandered my living room, looking at everything from the carpet to the furnishings.

  This scene struck me.
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  It was different.

  I had never brought a woman back to my place. I preferred fucking them in the more impersonal confines of my office or elevator or limo. But Stacy… she looked like she belonged in my penthouse.

  She stopped at the balcony window and scanned over the horizon.

  “Would you like to go out on the balcony?” I asked her.

  She nodded her head and I placed my hand on the balcony door to open it. As I did so, my body bumped against hers.

  Enough with all this teasing. I wanted her now. Closing the window, Stacy turned around and pouted.

  “What gives? Something wrong?” she asked.

  “I want you. Now. I wanted you ever since I saw your picture from Willow.”

  Stacy slapped her hands on her hips. “So that little stunt of yours in the elevator wasn’t a test, was it?”

  “No, it was me thinking with my dick, I’m sorry.”

  Stacy rolled her eyes and went around me. “Well, I do need the money, and you need to keep yours. So let’s get to it.”

  Stacy began to shed off her clothes. Yes this was an agreement, but I didn’t want our sex to be dull or forgettable. I wanted her to remember every detail.

  “Stop.”

  “What?” she said, dropping the hem of her dress down.

  “To the bedroom,” I instructed, pointing her to the double doors down the hall from the living room.

  “Okay—”

  “And Stacy.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

  “I know there’s nothing but an agreement between us, but I’d still like it if our sex was more… natural. Meaning, I get to initiate however I please.” I motioned my hand in a scoot scoot fashion. “Now off to the bedroom.”

  Her cheeks gave off a faint glow of red. If she had never been dominated, which, I suspected she had not been, then she didn’t know what she was in for. But as I stared at her gorgeous body with its power to make me weak, I began to realize that perhaps I didn’t know what I was in store for, either.

  Chapter 16 – Grant

  “Lay down,” I said, pointing to my king sized bed.

  Stacy slid onto the bed with her perfect body and I followed behind, nearly crawling over her. Her scent, that floral scent, was native to her and one of a kind. Her eyes fluttered as our gazes made contact.

  Women, they all fell for me. But I couldn’t fall for them. I couldn’t fall for her. No, it would only end up in disappointment. And, considering the nature of our agreement, unnecessary drama, undoubtedly.

  Stacy placed a hand on my chest as I dipped down for a kiss. “Um, Grant?” she whispered.

  “Hush, relax and enjoy.” I moved her hand and dipped down for a kiss. She gave a faint sigh and the tension in her shoulders began to unwind.

  When our mouths parted, she continued. “But—”

  “Stacy, what’s wrong, dear?” Something was clearly on her mind.

  “I’m a virgin…” she admitted.

  Finally. I had been waiting for that confirmation forever. I sat back and caressed her face. Stacy leaned into my hand and closed her eyes.

  “I’m not surprised,” I chuckled. Stacy frowned.

  “What does that mean?”

  “That I think of you as innocent. But I don’t let that fool me. I see that spark in your eyes. There’s a hidden freak down there somewhere, and I’m gonna find her.”

  My hands drifted down to the opening of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it was showing.

  My fingers slid across her nipples, making them rise. Stacy winced at the vulgar bite of pleasure. Hmm, she was going to sound amazing screaming my name.

  I pinched her nipples and watched her writhe underneath me. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lower lip. Her slow movements sent a throbbing need to my cock.

  She panted, “Oh, Grant! So good!” Her speech was broken, clouded by her lust for me. Stacy’s body was something to savor. Having her as the centerpiece of my room made my dick grow with joy.

  I hiked her dress up over her head and made a trail of kisses from her collarbone, down to her mound. Her perfect little pussy was slightly hairy, but you could barely tell. It tickled my chin, mixing with my stubble.

  She breathed out a small laugh, and I kissed around her folds. Dipping a tongue deep inside her, I swirled it around to taste more of the sweetness that was flowing from her like a river.

  I could taste the innocence in her, but the kinkiness was in the amount of wetness she was producing. I reached down and began to stroke my aching cock. It was begging to inject its seed into her.

  “Your pussy tastes like honey,” I said, surfacing from her folds.

  Her musk made it hard for me to take back.

  “Oh, God! Harder!” she moaned.

  Stacy’s body, so small under me, made my gut growl.

  “Look at such a wet pussy. It’s begging for my cock. That’s right, get nice and soaking wet for me, dear.”

  I opened her pussy lips with my two fingers in an inverted scissor style. Her clit was swollen and sopping with wetness.

  “Y-yes! Grant, my nipples, please. They’re so hard.” Her back arched and her nipples pointed into the air. I reached up and pinched and flicked one. “Fuck!” she hissed.

  I dug my cock out of my pants and pulled at it. I was so fucking hard I could turn a diamond into dust. Stacy’s body continued to furl around, the heady amount of pleasure stinging her veins.

  Her pussy was crying for me. But there was one more thing I needed to feel; her mouth on my cock.

  It was odd though, there was a patience that filled the room, and a tension that sat on my shoulders. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life so far, and none of them gave me this feeling of… anticipation, like Stacy did.

  I chalked it up to the fact that she was going to be my baby’s momma. Not that she’d be around too long. That was in the contract. I’d made sure of it. Because I couldn’t afford to get attached.

  Chapter 17 – Grant

  I pulled myself out of my small trance and got up on my knees.

  “Stacy, I know you’ve been wanting to taste this.”

  She scooted up on her elbows, marveling at my confused cock. It was red, dripping, and laced with veins.

  “Grant,” she said, and then added with a sly smile, “what does cock sucking have to do with baby making?”

  She winked.

  How did such innocence get blended with such snarkiness? And why did I love it so much?

  “Come suck my cock,” I demanded, shaking it. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. You’re drooling, looking at it. I see that haze in your eyes.”

  She pulled herself up and onto her hands and knees. She placed her head underneath the shaft and stared at the single bead of pre-cum forming on top.

  “Fine,” she purred, taking a hold of my hot, hard cock.

  Her tongue danced across the heated hood of my cock, lapping up what she could. She was like a cat licking her paws and she seemed to be enjoying my cock just as much.

  Yes, she reminded me of a cat. Cunning. Innocent and cute one moment and sexy and sly the next.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the back of her head.

  Stacy swirled her tongue into my slit and under the shaft where she performed miracles. Allowing her hands to jerk me off, she tickled my balls and made sure to give them attention with her mouth too.

  “God, Stacy, you don’t feel like an amateur down there,” I grunted. Her tight mouth on my hard cock made me twitch inside her. If it wasn’t for this expensive luxury bed, my knees would be shot.

  Stacy's hair would spill from side to side based on where about on my cock she was sucking.

  Fuck, she even traced the veins on my cock.

  “That’s because I’m not…” she said, winking.

  “Say again?”

  “Just joshing you,” she teased, tapping the slit of my cock with her finger.

  “I thought so, with the right cock, you�
�ll want more than just oral.” I pushed her head down on my cock and listened to her as she got used to the big size pummeling her throat. A cough here and there, but she learned fast. “That’s right, swallow everything my cock gives you.”

  I hated how her joke had stung. She had clearly wanted to gauge my reaction. And I had given it to her— I had revealed that it would bother me if she had sucked some other guy’s cock before. Not that it was any business of mine, but, I wanted her all to myself, and she knew it. Fuck. I was a goner. But I was enjoying what was she doing to me too much to care.

  My balls churned and I emptied myself down her throat. Stacy struggled to swallow, but cleared her throat and was ready for more.

  “Great, how am I going to get pregnant now?” she said between ragged panting.

  “There’s a whole lot more where that came from,” I said, getting off my knees. I stood at the end of the bed and pulled her body close to me.

  In this position, I was sure I could drive my seed into the most fertile and un-reachable parts of her womb.

  I pulled Stacy up against me and opened her folds. She was ready for me. All this teasing had to have her ready and begging for me. Hmm, a virgin...

  I caressed the outside of Stacy's thigh as I placed the head of my cock up against her opening. “Relax for me, Stacy. I’m gonna take care of you,” I whispered, massaging her pale inner thighs.

  “How bad is this gonna hurt?” she asked.

  Her voice was small and she sounded as if she was treading water.

  Of course, this was unknown territory to her.

  “Not much at all. I heard it varies from a small pinch to a dull sore. I’ll be gentle. Promise.”

  Promise... it scared me how easily that rolled out of my mouth.

  No woman had ever beckoned that word from me. It was a tender word, and women were never the tender type with a man’s heart... no matter how good the sex was.

  That could only mean that tragedy was around the corner. I was always prepared for that possibility and how to avoid it. But right now, all I wanted was to come in Stacy’s sweet pussy.