Engaged to the Boss: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Nikki Bloom

  “What?” I sputtered. This was a total screwball. After working my ass off to get a degree, I thought becoming the website manager would be my golden ticket – the entry point into a realm of possibilities. “What do you mean he no longer wants a website manager? Then why am I here?”

  “Because a new position has opened up and Mr. Dresden believes you’re just the person to the job.”

  My mouth went incredibly dry. I glanced around the office hoping to find a water cooler. “And what might this new position be?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as level as possible even though I was on the verge of a major freak out.

  “Mr. Dresden would like a personal assistant.”

  “Personal assistant?” I asked, dumbfounded. “And what makes him think I would make a good personal assistant? I have absolutely no experience with any secretarial work and my degree is totally irrelevant to such a position.” I got up, on the verge of pacing but I managed to keep still for the moment.

  “The pay will be exactly the same and Mr. Dresden is even adding a few extra benefits, although he hasn’t told me what these benefits are.”

  “When was this decision made?” I demanded. “Why wasn’t I notified?”

  “Yesterday.” Baker sat up a little straighter. “Trust me, I found it just as surprising, but Mr. Dresden is the boss. I don’t make the rules – I just follow them.”

  I was just about to decline the interview altogether when there was a knock on the door.

  “Mr. Dresden is ready to see you now.” It was the young woman from before.

  I followed her in a trance-like state because my brain had stopped working. As we approached the end of the hall, I felt a seedling of curiosity start to grow in the pit of my stomach. There was definitely something odd about the whole situation and was part of the reason why I kept walking. I wanted to meet this Mr. Dresden and figure out why he had suddenly thrown a monkey wrench in my career plans.

  So, once again I told myself to breathe and just roll with the punches.

  But I wasn’t expecting this.

  12

  Connor

  “Connor?” Poppy stood at the door to my office looking like she had just been hit by a truck.

  I kept the amusement from my face as I continued to pour myself a cup of coffee. “Would you like some?” I asked. “It’ll only take a minute to brew.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “That’s a funny question to ask of a CEO.” Seeing as Stephanie was still lingering by the door, I dismissed her. “Please, take a seat.”

  “Is this some kind of joke?”

  I returned to my desk and pitched my fingers together. Poppy was wearing the red dress I had gotten her, and it looked better than ever. “It would seem to me like someone failed to do their research when applying for the job. Usually, I wouldn’t consider taking on someone who hasn’t been thorough, but I think for you I can make an exception.”

  Poppy took a few unsteady steps toward my desk. A deep redness was climbing to the tips of her ears. The blush made her that look much cuter. Had the door to my office been locked, I would have tried something, but I knew the limits of my professional setting. Even so, there was nothing stopping me from thinking about Poppy bent over my desk, dress skirt hiked up and out of the way.

  “I don’t understand,” she said, helping herself to a cup of water.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” I mused, revealing the grin I had been trying so hard to conceal. “I’m Mr. Dresden.”

  Her eyes widened with realization. “Wait… so you knew…”

  “Of course. There aren’t many people named Pomona.” My grin deepened. “But when I saw you were being hired as a website manager; I knew something had to be done. I couldn’t stand the thought of you spending all your time in the development room when I could have you all to myself.” I got up and joined her at the watercooler, taking the paper cup from her hand and refilling it for her.

  She took it with a certain numbness.

  “And if you really want to have a hand at our website, I won’t stop you. But, first and foremost, you’ll be working for me. You’ll be accompanying me during meetings, scheduling my appointments, and taking my calls.”

  She pressed her lips together like she was about to say something, but instead she downed her second cup of water.

  “I hope you do not mind. I figured this would be a good way for us to get to know each other and determine whether we’re a good match for one another or whether I should be drawing up our divorce papers.” I planted a hand on the wall behind her and pivoted my body so she was forced to step back – to look up at me with those doe eyes of hers.

  “What are the odds?” she mumbled under her breath.

  “I’d say, one in a million.” My voice was a low whisper as I brought my lips closer to hers. She arched her back ever so slightly and it was enough for me to know her desire. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. How was I to get in the way of that? “Something keeps bringing us together, Poppy.” I moved even closer, our faces merely inches apart. “Can’t you see that this was meant to be this way?”

  I heard her shuddering breath. Her eyes searched mine while her hands trembled, still holding the paper cup. “Mr. Baker said there would be added benefits…”

  “Does this mean you’re considering my offer?” I asked.

  “I’m thinking about it.”

  “Perhaps I should sweeten the deal…” I left her at the watercooler and locked the door. The soft click seemed to echo with the possibilities. Now that I had her all to myself, I could let my fantasies run wild. “Yes,” I said. “There are added benefits that come with being my personal assistant and I truly believe you’ll enjoy them.” Without another word, I took her by the wrist, positioning her right in front of my desk. “As you’ve said once before, I make it very difficult to say no.” That’s when I kissed her. I didn’t hold back. For years, I had imagined fucking someone in my office and now, the time had finally come.

  She brought the heat, her lips dancing the tango with mine. Our tongues joined in, tangling together and expressing the passion we both felt. That was the thing about Poppy – she never backed down. She was always ready for another round.

  I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off the ground. Her legs came around my waist, ankles locking behind my back as she grabbed at my hair. We were still making out, our lips locked together like we had fastened them with glue.

  A small moan escaped her lips as I gave her ass a squeeze. “You like that?” I breathed against the side of her neck.

  “Mhm,” was all she managed to say as she bit down on my earlobe and gave it a tug. She didn’t stop there. Her teeth followed an invisible line down the side of my neck. All the while, she was working on the buttons of my shirt. It fell to the floor. She rested her hands on my bare chest, her eyes daring me to make the next move.

  Be careful what you wish for, I thought as I swept the desk clean. It didn’t matter to me that my expensive computer was now on the floor, probably broken. I could always buy another one. What mattered was getting Poppy in a bent-over position, ass in the air, and having my way with her.

  I thought about tearing off the dress, but it simply looked too good to ruin. So, I hiked up her skirt revealing a pair of silken legs and an ass that was out of this world. It wasn’t the first time I had seen it, but it was the first time I had seen Poppy wearing a thong. It was bright red and made of a lacey material. “I think someone came here with the intention of being a bad girl.”

  Smack!

  She jumped but the wiggle of her hips told me that she had liked it – that she wanted more. Soon, her ass was bright red and radiating with heat. Still, she swung her hips from side to side trying to tempt me for more. Was there no satisfying this woman?

  Smack!

  This time, I did not remove my palm from her cheek. I kept it there, rubbing her skin for a moment, giving it time to recover.

  In the window’s newly clean
ed surface, I could see our reflection. There was a look of pleasure on Poppy’s face, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to see her eyes rolling into the back of her skull and her lips parted with ecstasy-filled screams. Explaining the noise to Mr. Baker and his secretary would be something to deal with at a later time. Right now, all that mattered was getting to that wetness between her legs.

  I tucked my thumb underneath the waistband of her thong and pulled it away from her skin. She clawed at the edge of my desk as the lace buried between her slit.

  I pulled harder until I heard the snap of the material. I flicked it away and ran my hands along her ass once more. “Oops,” I said. “Looks like you’ll be leaving your panties behind.”

  13

  Poppy

  Things had taken an unexpected turn. One second, I was plagued by nerves thinking I would get rejected from the website manager position I had applied for and, in a way I had. Being Connor’s personal assistant was not my career path of choice, but with equal pay and added benefits, how could I walk away?

  I felt a breeze pass between my legs. Once again, Connor had ruined a perfectly good pair of panties and as a result, I would be returning home feeling the wetness slide down my legs. And, he knew it too – the sly devil.

  His fingers tiptoed around my clit, not yet giving me what I wanted. I bit my bottom lip trying to curb the lust I felt building up in my core. If I didn’t hold it back, I would explode at first touch and I didn’t want that because a prolonged orgasm is so much better. Why do you think foreplay is so popular with the ladies?

  “What’s the matter?” he whispered against my ear. “Don’t you want me?” His middle finger slipped between my lips, gliding along until it found my hole. He pressed inside. “I thought you would be wetter than this.” His finger turned slowly like he was winding me up. “I thought you’d be dripping with excitement. Maybe we should try and fix that.” Suddenly, a second finger came into play. Together, he pumped them in and out of my entrance, loosening it up for the main attraction that was still to come.

  His thumb came around to my clit, as he flicked it back and forth. I bucked my hips, barely able to stand it, but he pressed his other hand down on the small of my back, keeping me pinned against his desk. With no hope of getting away, I was at his mercy, shaking in the wake of his touch. Connor knew what he was doing. He’d speed up just to slow down just as I was reaching the edge. He would draw slow circles around my clit with his thumb whenever he reached that crescendo just to keep me on the brink. He was testing my sanity and damn, I liked it.

  “Fuck, Connor, you can’t do this to me.”

  “Can’t I?” Suddenly, he had me turned around, legs in the air. His pants were down around his ankles, cock out and ready. Roughly, he pulled me towards the edge and rammed right inside. I felt the scream in my throat before it ripped through the office, muffling the sound of his balls slapping against my skin, likely painting my ass an even darker shade of red.

  He grabbed my breasts through my dress and kneaded them between his fingers as he continued his assault. Holding back was no longer an option. I was screaming his name by the time he threw my legs over his shoulders.

  The position did something for the pleasure. It pulsated through every nerve in my body, sending me into yet another orgasm, and Connor seemed to have no intention of slowing down. His teeth were set and his eyes wild. He was getting closer and closer to climax. I could tell by the way his cock became rock hard inside me.

  Abruptly, he stopped, pulling out and leaving me empty. I begged him to continue, but he was breathing hard, rocking on his heels. Had he already climaxed? Craning my neck, I could see no sign of a mess. I cocked my head in question and he answered by bending me over once again. This time around my legs were jelly, sapped of strength after the countless orgasms he had put me through. They had simply rolled one into the other until I could no longer keep track. Connor was good like that.

  He placed his hands on my hips and pressed himself against me. His entire length was throbbing, ready to blow, but instead of taking me from behind like I expected him to, he simply ran his tip up and down my slip.

  “Please…” I begged, surprising even myself because, after all the ecstasy, I still wanted more.

  I could see his smirk in the window. He was the sexiest devil I had ever seen.

  He pressed his tip into my waiting hole, but still, he held off. I tried to push myself into him, but he pulled back, his grimace deepening with my frustration. Connor was having too much fun with this little game of his and it was going to cost him. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but I was going to get him back for all this teasing.

  His thumb returned to action, circling around and around.

  “Please…” My voice was a high-pitched mewl.

  His thumb picked up speed. Another orgasm ran through my spine leaving me breathless and that’s when he slipped inside. His cock filled my every inch, pushing me to the breaking point. He eased himself down to the very base, settling there for a moment while he kissed the back of my neck and ran his fingers along my thighs, nice and gentle.

  I sucked in a shuddering breath as he began to move, slow and steady. The fire burning between us smoldered, hotter than ever. This was even better than his animalistic thrusting because every push and pull was pronounced.

  He grunted, doing everything he could just to keep going a little while longer. Every second felt like a minute when the sex was this good. I was holding onto the edge of the desk, my back arched, toes curled. “Fuck!” I screamed, not for the first time.

  There was now a puddle on Connor’s desk, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was living for it, making each thrust just a little bit harder. Then, unexpectantly, he pulled my hair. I gasped and felt another wave of pleasure explode within me.

  Seconds later, Connor followed suit. I could feel his stickiness all over my ass. Panting, he fell back, landing in one of the leather seats while I was left bent over, unable to move for my legs had gone from jelly to wet noodles.

  After catching his breath, he grabbed a few tissues from the box on the floor and cleaned up his mess. “I think that’s everything,” he said, throwing yet another wad into the trash.

  “Someone had a good time,” I purred, finally able to stand despite the shaking in my legs. I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to walk straight for the rest of the day.

  “You?” He smirked and helped me to a seat. “So, is it safe to say that you’ll be accepting my offer?”

  “You’re a very persuasive man, Mr. Dresden. In the last couple of days, you have gotten me to do things I never imagined myself doing. Of course, getting some action in a corporate office has always been a fantasy of mine, but I never thought I’d get the opportunity to act on that fantasy, let alone with my new boss.” I took him by the chin and kissed him. I couldn’t quite explain it but being with Connor made me feel adventurous. I was no longer concerned with repercussions because I was riding on instincts. It was one hell of a way to live and frankly, I think I preferred it.

  14

  Connor

  “First order of business.” I held up my laptop. The screen was shattered and displaying nothing but black. “Looks like I’ll be needing another.”

  “Jeez, you really did a number on that thing, but I will admit, it was pretty sexy when you just swiped your desk clean in your eagerness to fuck me.” She took me by the shirt and pulled me closer. “It felt like we were in a movie.”

  I held her and smiled. “Only this is better because it’s real and we can do it whenever we want.”

  “What about Mr. Baker and his secretary? Won’t they start asking questions? I mean, I wasn’t exactly quiet. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole city had heard me scream your name.”

  “Let’s keep it that way,” I said as I grabbed her ass. Doing so reminded me of the fact that she no longer wore any panties. “Anyway, would you mind going down to the tech department and getting me another laptop. They shou
ld have a spare I can use until I order myself another one.”

  Her eyes widened. “You do realize that my panties are in your trash can, don’t you?”

  “I’m aware,” I answered with a nonchalant tone. “If I were you, I’d be careful about bending over.”

  She glared but it did nothing to change my mind. In the end, she pulled down her dress skirt as far as it would go and walked out the door. I leaned back in my desk chair wondering what kind of looks she would get from Mr. Baker and his secretary. Stephanie, in particular, was probably sitting in a catatonic state, a permanent blush coloring her features. She was one of those religious types. I didn’t mind it. She simply wasn’t my type. If what I did with Poppy was sin, then send me straight to Hell.

  When Poppy returned, there was lunch on the coffee table. “I thought you might want something to eat.”

  “Thanks.” She examined her sandwich. “Turkey?”

  “Hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t sure what you liked. I thought turkey would be a safe bet.”

  “Not my favorite but definitely serviceable.”

  “So, what is your favorite?”

  “Deli meat?”

  I nodded.

  “Probably roast beef.”

  At these words, I handed her my sandwich. “Here. Take it. Roast beef happens to be my favorite as well.”

  “You’re giving me your sandwich?” Poppy asked.

  “Yes. I want you to enjoy your lunch. It is the least I can do after throwing you such a curveball. I know you had no intention of becoming my personal assistant, but I promise you, I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Oh, I believe you.” Finally accepting the trade, she took a bite, her eyes lighting up as her taste buds rejoiced. Oliver’s Deli made the best sandwiches in town, no doubt about it. A few years ago, I had tried to convince Oliver to franchise, but he insisted on keeping his original location. He was happy where he was and didn’t want any additional headaches. I couldn’t blame the guy, though as he got closer and closer to retirement age, I feared I would soon be without my go-to meal.