Accidental Fiancé

by R. R. Banks

  “A bit?”

  She rolls her eyes, a wry smile touching her lips. “Fine, a lot.”

  I nod. “I can't say I blame you,” I say. “Some people in my industry can be right pricks.”

  She nods eagerly. “Yes, they can.”

  “To answer your question though, I don't care what people think about me because, in my business, you have to have thick skin. You have to develop an armor around you,” I say. “People are always throwing stones, trying to knock you down. You have to learn what is important and what's not. Choose which battles are worth fighting and which hills are worth dying on.”

  “Is that what's help you get through this mess with your ex?”

  I nod. “Exactly,” I say. “It hurts, don't get me wrong. But, having a tough outer shell has helped me cope.”

  “That and Oreos and ice cream, huh?”

  I laugh. “Exactly,” I say. “So, see? If Brittany isn't getting under my skin, a silly little nickname from people in town isn't going to bother me.”

  “You're stronger than I am,” she says. “You're wrong though. You do have feelings. You're just better at hiding them than most.

  I shrug. “Debatable. On all counts,” I say. “So, come on, what's the nickname? And why doesn't it make sense?”

  “They call you Gatsby,” she says. “Because you're rich, live up on a hill, and are totally reclusive.”

  “But, Gatsby was known for throwing elaborate parties to woo Daisy,” I say. “He was always around people.”

  “Exactly,” she says. “That's why it makes no sense.”

  “People just don't read anymore.”

  She shakes her head. “No,” she says. “No, they don't. If I were going to pick a better nickname for you, it would probably be –”

  “Boo Radley from To Kill a Mockingbird?”

  “That's exactly what I was going to say,” she says.

  We both laugh and stare into each other's eyes for a long moment. And as we do, out of absolutely nowhere, a sense of anticipation fills the air between us. My eyes slide up and down her body and the memories of what happened in the bookstore fill my brain. The echo of her moaning, the scent, and taste of her, fills my senses. I feel my cock stiffening. She's a powerfully sexy woman, but my attraction to her is much more than just her physical looks. She's captured my imagination in ways I didn't think possible.

  And at that moment, every nerve ending in my body feels like it's on fire. I have to have her.

  I set my mug down on the counter and walk over to where she's standing. She looks up at me with wide eyes as I loom over her. I hear her breath catch in her throat and she nervously nibbles on her lower lip. I take her coffee mug out of her hand and set it down on the counter behind her.

  “W – what are you doing?” she asks, her voice a breathy whisper.

  I don't say anything though. I simply lean down and press my lips to hers. Paige's body stiffens, and she doesn't react at first, but when I slip my tongue into her mouth, I feel the light resistance within her begin to dim. As our tongues swirl and dance together, I feel her resolve begin to weaken.

  Sliding my hands around her waist, I press my body against hers, pinning her up against the island. Paige's hands are on my chest and she's clenching my shirt as our kiss deepens and intensifies. I run the tip of my tongue along her neck and give the lobe of her ear a gentle nip, drawing a soft breath from her.

  She pulls at my shirt and I raise my arms, letting her take it off me. Paige drops the shirt onto the floor beside us and presses her lips to my skin, dotting my chest with her kisses. A moment later, she stops and looks up at me.

  “Liam, we shou–”

  I cut her off with another kiss, this one even more passionate than the last. Her body begins to respond to mine and she drags her nails up and down my back. I press myself against her, letting her feel just how hard my cock is for her. Letting her know how badly I want her.

  She pulls her face back, her eyes wide. “We can't,” she says. “I need to talk to you about something.”

  “Later,” I say and lean forward, kissing her again.

  I slide my hands down and run them back up her thighs, slipping them under her skirt. She gasps as I touch her through her panties, reveling in feeling how hot and wet she is already.

  “Liam –”

  With one deft movement, I slip her panties to the side and slip two fingers into her warm, wet little pussy. Paige's head rolls back and she moans as I begin working my fingers in and out. She's so slick already that my fingers move with ease.

  I press her back further against the island behind her, banging my fingers into her harder. Her eyes flutter and her breathing becomes more ragged. I feel her body trembling and tensing, feel her pussy gently contracting around my fingers. Grabbing her hand, I place it on my stiff cock. She resists at first, but when she feels my hard rod beneath her hand, she greedily grabs it, rubbing it through my jeans.

  “Tell me you want this, Paige.”

  “I – I want this,” she gasps.

  I slide my fingers out of her pussy and she looks at me, begging me to continue with her eyes. I slip my fingers into my mouth, relishing the taste of her juices. Her eyes are wide, and she watches me lick my fingers clean. With a salacious smile, I drop to my knees in front of her. Her scent and the taste of her are intoxicating and I need more. I push her skirt up and lift one of her legs, laying it on my shoulder.

  She's staring at me with wide eyes and I feel her grab my hair, pulling it, pushing my head forward. I know she wants this. Wants my mouth on her. My tongue inside of her. So, I oblige. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her hot little opening, licking and sucking on her clit. She draws in a sharp breath when I slide two fingers back into her while I continue nibbling on her clit.

  “Jesus, Liam,” she gasps. “Yes, baby.”

  She's pushing my head with one hand, pulling my hair with the other while I work her pussy over with my mouth and fingers. I'm banging her in a hard, steady rhythm as I take her clit into my mouth, sucking hard on it. Her moans echo through the kitchen and I feel her grinding herself against my mouth, urging me on.

  Slipping my other hand under her skirt, I cup and squeeze her ass, pulling her harder against my mouth. I drive my fingers into her hard one last time and I feel her entire body stiffen. She lets out a loud cry as she begins to tremble and shake.

  “Fuck, Liam,” she stutters, her voice shaking as much as her body.

  I feel her pussy contracting around my fingers and she grinds herself harder against my mouth as her orgasm tears through her. A few moments later, she lowers her leg off my shoulder and I get to my feet. There's a stricken look on her face, and she looks a little unsteady on her feet, but also a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

  “That was amazing,” she says.

  “On your knees,” I say, my voice low and commanding.

  Without a moment's hesitation, she falls to her knees before me, her eyes still locked on mine. Paige slides her hand up my leg, gripping and rubbing my cock through my pants.

  “Tell me what you want,” I say.

  “I – I want your cock,” she replies, gripping me hard through my pants. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

  “Mmm,” I say. “I want that too, Paige. Pull out my cock and suck it.”

  She quickly undoes my belt and unzips my pants. She slides both my pants and boxers down my legs and I step out and kick them to the side. I'm standing before her, completely naked, and her gaze is fixed on my cock. Slowly, almost reverently, she reaches out and takes my cock in her hand, wrapping her delicate fingers around the base and squeezing tight.

  She looks up at me as she grips my hard shaft and I see the lust burning in her eyes. Paige runs her hand up and down my stiff rod, stroking it.

  “I want it in your mouth, Paige.”

  Never taking her eyes off mine, she leans forward, running the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock. I draw in a breath as she s
lips the head of my dick between her lips, swirling her tongue around it while she continues jerking me off with her hand.

  She works my cock with her hand and mouth, slowly at first, but slowly starts moving faster. With more purpose. It's not long before she's sucking my cock good and hard, sliding her mouth and hand up and down in a hard, steady rhythm. I lean forward, bracing myself against the island with my hands, sensations like electrical bolts shooting through my body. I moan loudly and can't stop myself from rocking my hips, driving my dick further into her mouth.

  Paige is really getting into it now, working her mouth and hand in time with absolute vigor. She sucks and jerks me, and I feel my body tremble. I feel my balls tighten and know that if I don't stop her soon, I'm going to blow my load in her mouth.

  I don't want this to end too soon. I want her. All of her. And I'm going to fucking have her this time.

  Taking a step back, I look down at Paige, my vision wavering and my knees feeling a little weak. She looks up at me, the expression on her face one of almost disappointment that I didn't let her finish me off.

  “Stand up,” I say.

  She gets to her feet without a word. And I have to admit, I'm loving the fact that she obeys my commands without hesitation.

  “Bend over the island.”

  Her eyes grow a little wider and I can see a mixture of fear and fascination in them. I see the desire clear as day. But, I can also see the questions springing up in her mind – like, should she really be doing this?

  “Bend over the island, Paige.”

  Her eyes narrow slightly, and a sultry grin touches her lips. Clearly, the desire inside of her won that internal debate. She looks over her shoulder at me as she bends over the island, giving me a little wiggle to beckon me forth. Reaching down, I pick up my pants and quickly dig out my wallet. Pulling a condom out, I drop both pants and wallet back to the ground and tear open the package. I never take my eyes off hers as I roll the condom down my thick, throbbing rod.

  “Tell me you want this,” I say.

  “I want this, Liam.”

  “Tell me what you want, Paige.”

  “I want your cock inside of me,” she whispers. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

  I step forward and reach out, grabbing a handful of her hair. I give it a hard yank, pulling her head back as I slam my cock into her little wet, waiting pussy. The moment I penetrate her, Paige's body stiffens and she cries out. She's tight but so fucking wet that my cock slides inside of her with ease.

  I start to rock my hips, driving my dick into her hard and fast. I loosen my hold on her hair and Paige lays down flat, her forehead pressed to the counter as I fuck her from behind. She pushes back against me, taking me deeper into her. The sound of her moans and cries fill the room in a loud, steady chorus, punctuated by the echo of my flesh slapping against hers.

  “Fuck, Liam,” she moans. “Fuck, yes. You feel so amazing.”

  I throw my head back, a low growl coming from my throat. She's so tight and so warm and as I drive my cock into her again and again, I feel like my body is on fire. Waves of sensation roll through me and I feel my balls tightening again. Paige feels too good and I know I'm not going to be able to last that much longer.

  As I drive myself deeper into her, I feel Paige's body tightening up beneath me. She's writhing on the counter, pushing herself back against me. Her breathing is growing ragged and her cries are growing louder and louder with each thrust of my cock.

  The pressure in me gets to the tipping point and as I thrust my cock deep into her one last time, I hold it there, pushing myself as deep inside of her as I can go. A second later, I can feel myself erupting within her. I feel my cock pulsing and throbbing as I blow my load into the condom inside of her.

  Feeling my unloading seed pushes Paige over the edge and her body starts shaking hard as she comes. She cries out, calling my name, and I feel her pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock as her second orgasm milks every last drop of cum from me.

  We stay in that position, Paige bent over the counter, me standing behind her, still sheathed within her, riding out the waves of orgasm washing over us. I finally feel my cock deflating, and take a step back, pulling myself out of her. I quickly strip the condom off and throw it into the trash can before turning and pulling Paige into a tight embrace.

  She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her smile even wider. “That was incredible.”

  “Yes, you were,” I say and kiss the tip of her nose.

  I hold Paige in my arms for a long moment, just gazing down into those dark, bottomless, soulful eyes. A quiver of fear runs through me though. What am I getting myself into? Am I ready for this?

  A million questions are firing through my mind and I have answers to none of them. I push them all out and focus on the only thing I do know – that I enjoy what Paige and I just did a lot. But I enjoy having her in my arms just as much.

  It's a thought that comes out of the blue and one that scares me – and yet, one that doesn't feel wrong.

  Which probably should scare me even more.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Paige

  We got ourselves as cleaned up and presentable as possible, and are now sitting across from one another – Liam behind his desk, me in the chairs before it – in his office again. And as I sit in the chair, looking straight at him, I still can't believe what we'd just done. Can't believe what I had just done, actually. What I'd let myself do. I can't believe I actually had sex with him. I mean, I enjoyed it. It was every bit as good and amazing as I imagined it would be.

  I just can't believe I actually did it.

  That's so out of character and unlike me and as I sit there, I'm still stunned by it all. In my head, I can hear Skyler's voice telling me to relax, to enjoy life a little. I hear her voice congratulating me for breaking my dry spell, as she calls it. For finally giving into my carnal desires.

  There's an awkward silence in the air between us and neither of us seems to know what to say. Liam looks down at some papers on his desk and then back up at me. He looks like he has something to say, but the moment passes, and he gives me a soft smile instead.

  “What is it?” I ask. “You look like you had something to say?”

  He shakes his head. “It can wait,” he replies. “I think we have something more important to discuss anyway.”

  “We do?”

  He chuckles and nods. “I think so,” he says. “Don't you?”

  A soft, nervous laugh passes my lips. “I – I don't know what there is to talk about,” I say. “I mean, we had sex. We're adults and can do that, right??”

  I'm trying to be casual and play it off as no big deal, but in reality, my stomach is churning. With me, there is no such thing as “just sex.” I've never had sex outside of a committed relationship before and honestly, the fact that I did just that with a man I barely know, is freaking me the hell out.

  But – as the other, naughtier part of my mind whispers to me – it was pretty amazing. And I can't honestly say I didn't enjoy every second of it. He was so forceful and commanding. He did everything I wanted. Everything I'd imagined and fantasized about.

  Liam is a gifted lover, there's no question about that. He seems to perfectly anticipate my wants and needs without me having to say a word. As Skyler so flippantly put it recently, Liam certainly knows how to make my toes curl.

  Needless to say, I'm conflicted about the subject. Like really conflicted.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “Yeah, of course,” I say. “Why wouldn't I be?”

  He shrugs. “I just wanted to make sure.”

  “Yeah, I'm fine.”

  If a nervous, jittery wreck caught somewhere between self-loathing, self-recrimination and a hot-blooded harlot who wants a hell of a lot more of what I just had, can be considered fine. I'm proud of myself though. I'm managing to keep all my inner-turmoil under wraps.

  Liam looks at me, an inscrutable expression on h
is face. “Listen, I –”

  I shake my head. “You don't need to say anything,” I say. “I know you're in the middle of a divorce, you're not looking for anything serious, and that this is nothing more than a fling for you. Don't worry, I get it. I won't hold it against you.”

  “Actually,” he says. “That's not right. That wasn't exactly what I was going to say.”

  Something flares within my breast as he speaks. Something I don't recognize. Is it hope? Terror? What is it? Could he be interested in something a little more serious?

  But then, is that what I really want? Christ, sex really muddies the waters and screws everything up.

  “What were you going to say then?” I ask.

  “Well, you are right,” he replies. “With the divorce and everything, I'm not looking for something totally serious right now.”

  “And like I said, that's fine,” I reply. “I'm not expecting anything.”

  It's really, totally not fine. But, it's not totally un-fine either. Like I said, I'm conflicted as hell about all of this.

  “You intrigue me, Paige,” Liam says. “There's something about you that's different. Something that draws me to you. Something that – honestly, it's like catnip to me.”

  “Catnip?” I ask and laugh. “Great. Thanks.”

  He grins. “Only in that, I find you entirely compelling,” he says. “Do you know what I mean?”

  I shake my head. I really don't. I mean, I am getting the impression this isn't just him giving me a nice brush off. This isn't a, “hey, I'll call you sometime” sort of speech. But, I really don't understand what he's trying to say.

  He leans back in his seat and sighs again. “I guess I'm not explaining this very well.”

  “Yeah, for a big corporate CEO,” I say, giving him a playful smirk, “your communication skills kind of suck.”

  Liam laughs and gives me the finger, which given how unexpected it is, draws another burst of laughter from me. I have to say, not only are the conversations with Liam easy and free, I've also noticed that I laugh more when he’s around. I don't know what it means – or if it means anything at all – but it's something that's interesting to me.