by R. R. Banks
He starts to stand up, wanting to pick me up, but I put my hands on his chest and force him back down. I smile and bite my bottom lip, continuing to bounce myself up and down on his cock.
“Jean said, no strain on the wound until it heals completely,” I say between breaths. “That means no lifting or excessive movement. Besides, it's time for me to take care of you.”
His hands are squeezing my ass good and hard as I bounce myself harder, impaling myself upon his thick shaft. I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. I feel the pressure building up low in the center of me and it keeps building toward a crescendo the harder and faster I ride him. It's not long before I feel an explosion of pleasure go off in me. I cry out, calling his name, and feel my movements lose all rhythm and control as my orgasm tears through me.
I'm pulsing and throbbing as I come, the sensation of his cock inside of me as I do making it all the more intense. Eventually, the sensations pass and leave me feeling incredible, but a little lightheaded. I lean forward, putting my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath.
“That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had,” I say.
“Stand up,” he says softly.
I do as he says and get to my feet. He also stands and leads me to the side of the couch. He gives me a smile as he bends me over the arm of it and steps forward. With hand on his good side, he pins both of my arms behind my back. I look back at him over my shoulder and smile salaciously.
“I guess you're in command again?” I purr.
“You know it.”
With one hard thrust, Eric buries himself deep inside of me, making me cry out. He starts to thrust his hips, driving himself inside of me harder and faster. The feeling of him slamming into me and filling me up so completely stokes the fires inside of me. I've never been held down the way he is and it makes me feel a little out of control. A little powerless. And while that should freak me out, with him, it feels good. It feels erotic. And I feel myself growing hotter, wetter, as my hunger for him only intensifies.
“Yes, baby,” I moan. “Just like that. Yes. God, yes.”
The sound coming from Eric is almost a growl as he pounds himself into me again and again. With the doors of the great room open, I can hear the sound of the waves crashing outside blending seamlessly with our cries of pleasure and the sound of our bodies colliding, creating an erotic music that's entirely intoxicating to me.
“God, Calee,” he gasps. “You're so fucking tight. You feel so good.”
He drives himself deep into me and I call out his name. My skin feels like its on fire and my every nerve ending has been set ablaze. As he continues to drive himself into me, the pressure inside of me continues to build again as he pushes me closer and closer to the brink.
Eric's breathing is becoming more ragged and his body is tensing. I know he's close. I look over my shoulder at him and push back, taking him deeper into me, making both of us cry out.
“Come for me, Eric,” I say. “Come for me, baby.”
He gives me one last, hard thrust that sets off another explosion in me at the same time I feel his body tense up. He cries out, his moans filling the room around us. And a moment later, I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of me, which is quickly followed by the feel of his warm, wet seed shooting deep into me. I moan as his spunk fills me up completely – and the feeling of it is what pushes me over the edge.
I cry out, calling his name, as another orgasm – this one, even more intense than the first – erupts within me. I feel my body spasming and trembling as I come. The sensations rushing through me are intense – almost to the point of it being uncomfortable. But that bit passes quickly and I'm left swimming in a pool of absolute orgasmic bliss.
All good things come to an end though, and my orgasm fades, leaving me feeling wrung out, but incredibly satisfied. I drop down onto the couch and Eric sits down beside me. Laying my head on his chest, I idly run my fingertips across the skin of his flat stomach.
“I could do that all night,” I say, my breathing beginning to slow.
He chuckles softly. “Maybe you can give me a couple of minutes to recover?”
I look at him and smile. “A couple of minutes,” I say.
“I love you, Calee.” he says.
My eyes fill with tears as my heart fills with joy. “And I love you, Eric.”
Epilogue
One Year Later...
“He has your eyes,” I say. “Dark. Soulful. Deep.”
Calee looks at me and smiles. “Think so?”
I nod. “Definitely.”
We're standing next to the crib in the room we'd converted into a nursery looking down at her son – our son – Caleb. He's a beautiful baby. Happy, always smiling, doesn't cry very often – I like to think it's because he feels secure. Because he knows he's loved.
He's a few months old now and is growing like the proverbial weed. And I have to say that motherhood suits Calee. She has a glow about her and a new energy. She's excited and hopeful. Optimistic.
It's still sometimes hard for me to believe that a little more than a year ago, when I met her, she was lost. Looked empty. Looked like she had nothing to live for. Hell, it looked like she might not really want to live at all.
But that was then and this is now. She has the love of two men – myself and Caleb – to help keep her going.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asks. “To not only have such a perfect baby, but to have such a perfect husband?”
“I don't know,” I say. “I ask myself that same question all the time – how did you get so lucky?”
She giggles and slaps my arm playfully. I understand the sentiment though. I often wonder how I got so lucky to have stumbled onto somebody like Calee. My life was forever altered the night I met her – it just took me a little while to realize it.
Calee definitely helped fill whatever dark void existed in me. She completes me in ways I never knew I need to be completed. She makes me want to be a better man. A better doctor. A better husband. Because of her, I feel genuinely happy and content in my life. Maybe for the first time ever, I'm at peace.
“Good morning.”
We turn as Alma steps into the room and stands next to us at the crib.
“Good morning,” Calee and I say in unison.
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
“Like a baby,” Alma says and then giggles as if she just realized what she'd said.
Alma is living on the third floor of the house now. We hired her just a couple of days ago to help with Caleb. It was a decision that genuinely pained Calee – she doesn't like being away from our little boy. She wants to mother him around the clock – but she's got other things going on. Other priorities.
She looks at me and I recognize the uncertainty in her eyes. I recognize it because I've seen it a million times and we've had the discussion we're about to have the same number of times before.
“Yes, this is a good idea,” I say. “No, you're not a bad mother.”
Alma smiles. “You're not a bad mother at all, Calee,” she says. “You're one of the most attentive, caring mothers I've ever seen.”
“See? Listen to Alma,” I say. “She's wise beyond her years.”
“Then why do I feel like I'm abandoning him?” she asks.
“Because you're used to being around him twenty-four/seven,” I say. “And because you are a very good mother.”
Shortly after we got back from Wyoming, Calee took the test and earned her GED. She was bursting with pride the day she got the results. But given that she was becoming very pregnant, she knew she needed to wait until after the baby was born to do anything with it. To fill her time, she poured every ounce of energy she had into the baby.
But now, Caleb had been born and is a part of our world. She'd nursed him and cared for him exclusively for a while, and now it's time for her to do what she always dreamed of doing – getting her college education. I've been encouraging her to take the plunge for a l
ittle while, so I'm beyond ecstatic to see that she's finally doing it.
And I'm not going to let her back out of it because she's getting cold feet about it.
“Honey,” I say. “Caleb is in excellent hands. And it's not like you're going to be gone for weeks at a time. You'll be gone a few hours a day. At most. And after that, you are free to come back home and smother our child to your heart's content.”
She laughs. “I do not smother him.”
I shrug. “Yeah, you kinda smother.”
“I do not!”
“Alma?” I say. “Back me up here. Does Calee smother our baby?”
With Caleb in her arms – and her studiously not looking at us – Alma carries him over to the doorway and then turns back to us, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I'm not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole,” she says and laughs. “That question is a no-win situation for me.”
“I'll take your abstention from answering as a positive response,” I call after her.
Calee steps to me, taking my hand in hers. “Maybe I should wait,” she says. “Maybe the time isn't right and –”
“Sweetheart, the time is never going to be absolutely perfect,” I say. “There's always going to be something that comes up. You need to just take the bull by the horns and do it. I believe in you, Calee. You can do this.”
“But it's such a –”
I hold up my hand to cut her off. “The time is as perfect as it's going to get,” I say. “We have excellent care for Caleb when you're not here. And you have some goals and dreams you want to pursue. It's time you start thinking about what you want to do.”
She says nothing but I can see the conflict on her face – she's torn between wanting to be a good mother and chasing down her dreams.
“One thing you need to understand,” I say. “Is that you can be both – mother of the year and a college student. Especially since we have Alma here to back you up.”
“You're right,” she says, nodding. “In my head, I know you're right. I'm just scared.”
I take her by the shoulders gently and look deeply into her eyes. “It's understandable. Starting off on a new venture – especially one you dreamed about for so long can be scary. Intimidating,” I say. “But you also need to know that you are one of the most courageous people I've ever met. To have lived through all you lived through – to have endured what you did – that takes a steel spine that ninety-nine percent of people don't have. There is more strength and courage in you than in most people I meet, Calee. This? School? It's nothing. You got this. You got this easy.”
“What if I fail?” she asks softly, looking up at me with fear in her dark eyes.
“You're not going to fail,” I say. “You're going to excel. I know you are. You're way smarter than you give yourself credit for, you know. But also, you can't fail unless you quit or you don't try to begin with. Those are the only two ways you can fail. Anything else is just a setback.”
Her smile is wide and her eyes are shimmering with tears as she steps forward and embraces me tightly.
“Thank you,” she says softly. “For everything. Especially the pep talk.”
“You're going to be amazing.”
We stand, holding one another, for a few more moments, relishing the feel of one another. Finally, she steps back and looks me in the eye, giving me a nod. Picking her backpack up off the floor by the crib, she slings it over her shoulder.
“I'm off then,” she says.
“You're going to kill it.”
Her smile melts my heart. “Again, how did I get so lucky?”
“I really don't know,” I say. “But you most certainly did.”
She slaps me on the arm again, laughing. She gives me a quick, chaste kiss and turns to go. Pausing at the door, she turns back to me.
“I love you, Eric Galloway.”
“And I love you, Calee,” I say. “More than you can possibly ever understand.”
THE END
Accidental Fiancé (Sample)
By R.R. Banks
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Alpha Billionaire. Fierce Protector. Perfect (Fake) Fiancé.
"My cheating ex will be there. Please help me..."
Roxie needed a date for a wedding.
I'll pretend to be her boyfriend.
One week, no strings attached.
Sounds easy enough, right?
Then I saw her for the first time.
Sexy as hell with a fiery personality to match.
F*ck boyfriend. I'll take it even farther.
I'll be the perfect fake fiancé.
Tell her friends and family all the right things.
Take care of her like no other man could.
Roxie's ex wants her back, but I've got her.
I'm done pretending. I'll make her mine.
And claim every inch of her sweet curves.
But Roxie found out my secret. And ran.
Will she forgive me or will it cost us everything?
Chapter One
Roxie
"I need you to take this in the most professional way possible. I need you to strip down and turn around slowly for me."
The man standing in front of my desk stared at me blankly for a few seconds.
"Excuse me?"
I sighed, pausing the interview notes I was taking.
"Look, we really don't have a lot of time here, so please forgive me if I dispense with the formalities and get right down to business. Please take off your shirt and turn around slowly. I need to see you from all angles. Although, to be honest, I'm not sure if you have the physique we’re looking for."
He was taller than average, but with the body weight of a much smaller man, so all those extra inches seemed to stretch him out. The result was much like Silly Putty that had been pulled too thin. Pale, skinny, and kind of strange looking.
"A degree in business, experience in a fast-paced office environment, self-motivated, and willing to take on tasks as they arise?"
It was my turn to stare at him.
"Excuse me?"
Wow, this conversation has completely flipped.
"That's what the requirements of the job description said."
What the heck.
"What?"
"That’s the job description for the position I'm supposed to be interviewing for today," he said.
I let out a sigh. " So, you’re not here to audition for the Night on the Nile fundraiser?"
"No. At least, I don't think so."
I rested my elbows on my desk in front of me and pressed my fingertips to my temples. I closed my eyes, pretending I was at the actual Nile River, floating away from this situation and into the reeds.
"You're here for the administrative position?" I say with a groan.
"Yes."
"That does involve wearing more than a shendyt with no shirt?"
"I hope. Wait. What's a shendyt?"
I let out a long breath and leaned back in my chair.
"It was the skirt Egyptian men wore," I said.
This day had already kicked my ass, and it was only 9:30 in the morning.
"I think slacks are more in favor," the man said more confidently.
I gave him a tense smile.
"Miss Delano?"
I looked toward the door and saw Terri, the receptionist, looking in at me.
"Yes?"
"An urgent call for you on line two."
"Oh, perfect. Thank you."
And it just keeps getting better.
I picked up the phone and balanced it on my shoulder as I reached for the resume of the man standing in front of me, who I had just remembered was Kevin Leake, a promising prospective employee funneled to me from a recent job fair.
"Hello?"
Kevin continued to stand exactly where he was, not moving an inch. I tried to gesture for him to step out of the office so that I
could talk, but he just waved back at me with a friendly smile.
Good job, Kevin.
"Happy wedding dress shopping day!" Thea sang cheerfully.
"Oh, son of a bitch!"
My forehead dropped down onto the desk in front of me.
"What?"
My best friend now sounded distinctly less happy than a few seconds earlier. I sat up sharply and opened the bottom drawer of the desk, wrestling my purse out.
"I...um...stapled my finger."
"Oh, no! Are you OK? Why are you stapling? You aren't at work, are you?"
She was beginning to sound frantic. Shit. I started around the side of the desk, and headed for the door, but was yanked back violently by the coiled phone cord.
Who still had corded phones in offices, you might ask? The Under-funded nonprofit I was desperately trying to drag back from the brink of failure, that's who.
"I'm fine," I said. "I'm not working."
"Are you sure? Are you sure you're not working?"
"I'm not at work."
"You said you weren't going to work today, Roxie. Did you forget? It was a miracle for me to get this appointment!"
"I am not at work," I insisted. "Of course, I didn't forget about today. It took a miracle for you to get that appointment."
I had resorted to essentially repeating everything she was saying to me, but it bought me some time while I hurriedly smashed my feet into the shoes I had taken off while sitting at my desk.
"Oh, good," Thea breathed. "I just want everything to be perfect."
"It will be," I said, starting to lean across the desk toward the phone cradle. "I promise. But I'm going to stop and get us some coffee real quick. I'll see you soon."
"You don't bring coffee to a bridal boutique!" she shrieked.
I winced and held the phone away from my ear. When I was confident she had finished, I pulled the phone back to me.
