Billionaire's Fake Marriage: A Billionaire Romance

by Angel, Claire

  “Wow,” I said finally. “What a place.”

  I looked over to Erika, expecting her to have some sort of witty response, but for the first time all evening, she looked... vulnerable. “Thanks,” she said self-consciously. “I don’t have people over that often, so I don’t get to hear a lot of what people think.”

  I chuckled and responded, “Do you really care what they think?”

  Erika hesitated and put her keys in a bowl by the front door. “I shouldn’t,” she responded, taking off her coat. I thought she would have more to say about that, but when she did not continue, I once again dropped the topic of conversation.

  “So,” Erika said, breaking the silence. “Bathroom’s the third door on the left, everything you need is already in there because my cleaning lady stopped by yesterday. I’m gonna order us some food. Anything in particular you feel like?”

  I shook my head. “Whatever’s easiest,” I said in an unusually casual voice. “Thanks so much for... you know.”

  I wasn’t sure why we had suddenly become so uncomfortable around each other, but I didn’t like it. Something had changed when we got out of the elevator, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it.

  Erika shrugged and gave me a small smile, saying, “It’s just what you do, you know?”

  We both stood there looking at each other for what felt like an eternity, and then Erika turned on her heel and went into the kitchen. I slowly shuffled off down the hall toward the bathroom, but when I got there, I did not discover what I had been expecting.

  The room was completely destroyed. Or, rather, it was in the process of being re-done after it had been destroyed. “Uhh, Erika?” I called. “I don’t think I can use this bathroom.”

  I heard her footsteps coming quickly down the hall and she said as she walked, “Is it not up to your standards or something?”

  But then when she appeared beside me, she froze. “Oh. Right. I forgot that I had guys in here today remodelling this one. So... I guess you can use my en suite.”

  It was very stupid, but at the thought of using Erika’s private bathroom, my heart started pounding. Here I was, one of the most accomplished businessmen in the world, getting aroused thinking about being in the same room where Erika showered every day.

  “T...thank you,” I stammered, wanting to punch myself for sounding as nervous as I did. “Where is it?”

  “Down the hall, second door on your right and through the bedroom,” Erika replied dismissively, disappearing back down the hall toward the kitchen. I followed after her and followed her instructions, and when I opened the door she had told me to go into, I walked quickly through her bedroom so that I didn’t get tempted to look at it at all. When I entered the en suite, I closed the door behind me and let out a breath. I could feel myself getting harder, and I was very glad that Erika wasn’t in the room to see that. But then. Oh, but then. I spied her vibrator.

  I shouldn’t have said spied, because it was lying right out in the open, but there was something so forbidden about seeing it that ‘spied’ felt like the appropriate word to use. It was bright pink and had a part that curved upwards like a banana, and the other end had a small bulb that had what looked like a suction cup. I knew I shouldn’t have picked it up but there was something irresistible about it. I couldn’t help myself.

  As soon as it was in my hands, I knew exactly what it did. The curved part was for g-spot stimulation, and the ‘suction cup’ was supposed to feel like oral on her clit. I felt myself get even harder the longer I looked at the device, and then I heard a rapid knocking on the door.

  “Xavier,” came Erika’s panicked voice, “don’t look on the counter on the right side.”

  A playful smile curved my lips upward. “Oh yeah?” I asked wickedly. “And why shouldn’t I be doing that?”

  “Because... oh, no. You’ve already seen it, haven’t you?” Erika opened the door and I held up the device triumphantly.

  “Is this what you were referring to?” I asked. I could tell by the look on her face that she was both embarrassed and excited. My favorite combination of emotions.

  Erika shrugged. “I’ve been single for a while. A girl’s gotta have a way to play with herself.” And then, she tried to take it out of my hands, but I wouldn’t let her.

  “What would you say,” I whispered seductively, taking a step toward her, “to me playing with you with this, instead?”

  The pupils in Erika’s eyes dilated, so I knew I had said the right thing. “Ohhh,” Erika cooed, playfully pushing me backward. “I would say, yes, Mr. Franklin, but I believe you were going to get in that shower.”

  I arched an eyebrow at her. “...and?” I prompted her. “This is a waterproof toy. The only way I’m getting in that shower is if you get in there with me.”

  Erika’s eyes danced with desire, and the next thing I knew, she was shoving me into the shower stall and thrusting me up against the wall. “You think you can tell me what to do, Xavier?” she growled at me. “Let’s see you try.”

  But before she could make another move, I licked my hand seductively and thrust it between her legs. She was so surprised that she gasped, and so before I continued, I whispered in her ear, “Do you like the direction that this is going in?”

  Erika didn’t say anything, but I could feel her nodding against my head. And when I did, I growled, “Good. Let’s get started then, shall we?”

  She was wearing a thong, so I barely even had to slip her underwear to the side. She was already wet, however, and so licking my hand had turned out to be unnecessary. But I always liked to make sure that things were well-lubricated before I went in, so I didn’t feel bad about having done that.

  I slipped a finger inside of her and started making circles around her clitoris. She immediately started panting in my ear, and so I continued moving in and out and around. “Oh god...” she mumbled at one point, and by then I had already felt her getting wetter. It was time to kick things up a notch.

  I pulled out her toy from behind my back and put the tip of it against her lips so that she knew what was coming. “Now,” I whispered as I slipped the device inside of her. “I’ve read about these things, and I hear that they can make a woman spray inside of about ten seconds. If I don’t see those kinds of results immediately, I’ll have to resort to more extreme measures.”

  I pulled my head back so that I could see Erika’s reaction, and when I saw the way her face was contorted with pleasure as I gently pleasured her with the toy, I knew my words had been heard and would be obeyed.

  When I turned on the device, Erika made a sound that I had never heard another woman make before. It was a deep, animalistic noise that made me want to tear off her clothes and sink myself inside of her right then and there.

  But I didn’t have time for that, it seemed, because Erika was gripping me so tightly and moaning so loudly that I couldn’t do anything else but hold the device inside of her. “Oh, oh my GOD!” she cried, and when she did, I felt pressure on the other side of the toy. I pulled it out, and when I did, she gushed all over my leg, quivering and whimpering while she came.

  She stayed that way for a few seconds, unable to move and letting the final ripples of the orgasm wash over her. When she finally did move her head and look up at me, I gave her a coy smile.

  “Very good,” I growled, running my thumb along her lower lip. “Now... can we see if you can do that again with my big, fat cock inside of you?”

  “Please,” Erika whimpered, and I quickly obliged her by slipping my cock out of my pants.

  But then, Erika started undressing me, and so I did the same to her. We kissed passionately while we did it, and soon I was able to play with her nipple while she struggled to turn the shower on. When the warm water sprayed down on us, I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Front or back?” I asked her, and Erika bit her lower lip and then turned around and faced the shower wall. I reached around and kept playing with her cli
toris while I slipped my cock between her drenched lips. Once I was in, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She was so warm, wet, and tight that I could feel all the wonderful sensations building up inside me with great haste.

  “Oh yes, YES,” Erika whispered as I began thrusting deeper and harder inside of her. She put her hand back and clamped it around my leg, and then shifted her weight so that she was almost sitting against me. It enabled me to get even deeper inside of her, and the feeling of being buried inside of her made me want to explode right then and there.

  But I maintained my focus and only allowed myself a few grunts and groans of pleasure as I pounded her harder and harder. I could feel her breasts moving as we did, and so I took my other hand and began fondling one of them again.

  When I could tell that she was getting close again, I whispered in her ear, “Are you going to come for me, Erika?” All she could do was moan and nod, until she finally managed to gather enough focus to reply to me.

  “I...I’m going to... but I want to... wait...” she desperately tried to say as I thrust inside of her over and over again.

  I let out a low chuckle. “Wait? No. I’m not going to make you wait a moment longer,” I responded. And then, I thrust inside of her twice more and on the second thrust, I felt myself go over the edge. I closed my eyes and braced myself against her, and felt my juices exploding out of me within her tight enclosure. The feeling of me pulsing inside of her seemed to get her to her climax as well, because the next thing I knew, she practically collapsed in my arms. I could feel her walls clamping down on me and releasing over and over. She positively poured over me; so much so that I could feel some running down my leg while I was still inside of her. But she just kept whimpering and quivering, and so I knew that the orgasm had been a long, satisfactory one.

  When we were both finally done, I gently slid myself out of her and turned off the shower. She turned around with a delightful smile on her face and said, “Oh, no. You’re not getting out of a shower with just a few thrusts of your cock.” She reached over and turned it back on again.

  I put my hand on the bottom of her chin and tilted it up to kiss me. The water ran down our faces and trickled onto our lips. I hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time, but I wondered how I would feel about it in the morning when I didn’t have this much alcohol coursing through my veins.

  “I wasn’t trying to get out of anything,” I growled. “In fact, if you’d like me to get inside of you again, I’m sure that we could arrange that.”

  I leaned forward to kiss her once again and slid my hand down to her breast, but she playfully pushed me away, directly into the stream of the shower.

  “Not now, dirty boy,” she responded, stepping out of the shower. “I don’t want to see your face again until you’ve got that god-awful beard off of it and smell like a field of wildflowers. Got it?”

  I nodded dutifully, and then Erika grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. “I’m going to make up the guest bedroom. I’ll see you in there in a few minutes,” she told me before slipping out of the bathroom without looking back.

  The rest of the night was a complete blur. It was almost as if as soon as she closed the door, my exhaustion, both mental and physical, hit me like a wall. All I could remember was turning off the shower at some point, trying to get the beard off my face, and then that was it. Lights were out. I wasn’t even sure where I ended up falling asleep.

  Chapter 4

  Erika

  When I woke up in the guest bedroom the next morning, I couldn’t remember where I was for a second. My head was pounding. I had never slept in my own guest room before and waking up in it was very strange.

  “I drunk too much last night?” I tried to think.

  And then, the events of the night before came flooding back to me, and I remembered the session that Xavier and I had in the shower together with a mixture of elation and anxiety.

  Did I actually have sex with Xavier Franklin, one of the richest and famous men in the world? Did he really want to have sex with me, of all people?

  And then, to my horror, I also thought, Did I really let him see my sex toy and then let him use it on me?!

  I had already been kind of self-conscious about buying it. But not only had Xavier seen the sex toy, he had been aroused by it! Seeing it was what got us started last night, so maybe it wasn’t so embarrassing after all.

  My mouth fell open in shock when I realized we didn’t use any protection.

  Oh gosh! I don’t want to get pregnant.

  I had found him passed out naked on the corner of my bed. It looked like he had just barely finished showering and then had fallen asleep on the first soft, comfortable thing he could find. Which just so happened to have been my bed.

  I hadn’t felt comfortable enough to move him or do anything like that, so I’d just thrown a blanket over him and moved myself to the guest bedroom. I thought that I should probably see where he was this morning, so I pulled on my house robe over my silky nightie and popped on my slippers. I was just about to walk out into the living room when I smelled something delicious. Bacon, my brain said, what you’re smelling and what you want is bacon.

  I cautiously opened my door to see where the smell was coming from. I couldn’t see anything unusual when I stepped out of the room at first, so I decided to investigate further. The only idea I had was maybe Xavier had ordered us some breakfast this morning. But no. When I saw Xavier standing in the kitchen making breakfast, I was stunned I couldn’t say anything for a few moments.

  My lack of speech was not aided by the fact that there was a new man standing in front of me. Well, not literally a new man, but Xavier looked so different now that he’d cleaned himself up that I hardly recognized him. He looked even better than he had on the first night we’d met. He’d trimmed his hair very nicely, his beard was completely gone, he’d done something with his eyebrows, and he was wearing a very nice pair of jeans with a dress shirt. That combination would have looked atrocious on anyone else, but Xavier made it look irresistible.

  How did he manage to change his look in only a few hours? He didn’t even have his car here.

  I could tell I was totally impressed. When he finally looked up and saw me, the smile that spread across his face made my heart melt. I was never going to tell him that, though, because I still wasn’t 100% sure of my feelings for him, but it was still nice to feel it. My heart was beating faster when I wondered if he remembered anything from last night. I didn’t want to be in an awkward situation, and I wished he didn’t remember anything.

  “Morning,” he said in a sleepy and husky voice. “I hope you don’t mind. I ordered some groceries up here because you had nothing in your fridge. I also took the books out of the oven so that I could bake the muffins. Why... why did you have books in your oven?” He perked his brow at me as if he really wanted to hear the reason.

  This was a great deal to process at once, especially this early in the morning. “Sorry.” I rubbed my eyes and sleepily walked toward him. “Muffins? Baking? Groceries? These are all such foreign things to me.”

  He chuckled and flipped over the bacon that he had sizzling in the pan. “Ahhh, I see,” he said knowingly. “You’re the kind of rich person who never cooks for herself, aren’t you?”

  I pointed my finger at him and said, “You hit the nail on the head! The moment I realized I didn’t have to cook for myself anymore, I never looked back. I am happy to pay a premium price for someone else to do all of the hard work when it comes to meals.”

  Xavier stopped looking at the pan and raised an eyebrow in my direction. “So, does that mean I should expect payment for my services here?” he asked mischievously, and I knew what kind of payment he was asking for.

  I laughed out loud and came to sit on one of the stools that was at the breakfast bar part of my kitchen. “I believe it should be the other way around, Mr. Franklin. I gave you room and board last night, and also let you pass out naked on my
bed.”

  Xavier was suddenly very distracted by the bacon, and it may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw his cheeks go redder. He sighed as he started transferring the bacon from the pan onto a plate that had a paper towel, which I had no idea I even had in the apartment, on top of it.

  “I’m loathe to admit how intoxicated I was last night, but I must do it anyway, I suppose. Thank you...” Xavier started to say, but then trailed off. He finished putting the bacon on the plate and then turned to face me. He rubbed his hands on the kitchen towel, which I also had no idea I had, that was hanging off the oven door, and continued.

  “Thank you for taking such good care of me last night,” he said seriously. He had such an earnest, appreciative look on his face that I couldn’t help but feel all stupidly warm and fuzzy on the inside. “No one has done that for me for a long, long time, and I really appreciate it.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said self-consciously. I wasn’t used to being thanked for the things I did that I thought were... you know, just what people did on a regular basis. But, Xavier was being so gracious and thankful that I knew he needed to hear a direct acceptance of his thanks. “I think you’re paying me back for it right now.”

  I gestured to the food that was in process, and Xavier laughed. When he did, it was one of the nicest sounds I’d ever heard. It sounded like a combination of a wind chime tinkling and someone playing all the right keys on a piano. I couldn’t believe I was feeling all of these emotions for a man who I’d had sex with on our first night together.

  “I just hope it’s good,” Xavier said sheepishly.

  “Are you kidding me?” I asked. “If this isn’t delicious, I don’t know what will be.”

  We both laughed, and then Xavier set out all of what he’d made in front of me. There were scrambled eggs that looked like they could have been served at the Cordon Bleu cooking school, bacon that seemed to have been ripped from the pages of a food magazine, muffins that were so puffy and light I couldn’t even believe they existed, and a massive array of fresh fruit. I didn’t even care that I was in polite company. I positively gorged myself on everything. It was some of the best food I’d ever tasted.