Fake Fiancé, Real Love: Fake Fiance Accidental Marriage Box Set

by Dez Burke

  “Well; we had a great time at the wedding and reception. I mean, as great as you can have at a stupid event like that. You should’ve seen Pam’s face when I introduced Jordan to her. Oh my God! It was all so worth it for that moment. And then we left to go clubbing and he’s just finished dancing me off my feet at this swanky nightclub. He even offered to take me home.”

  “Take you home? Wait a minute! That’s not part of the deal, is it? Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”

  A worried note crept into Alyssa’s tone.

  “Oh, it’ll be fine. No big deal.” Sobering slightly, she added, “I just wanted to say thanks, Alyssa. For talking me into this. Tonight, I got a taste of the fun and unconventional side of me, and I like it. I think I’m going to be that me more often.”

  “I like this new you,” Alyssa said softly in reply. “And I hope she sticks around. Do your thing, Tia. Enjoy.”

  Chapter Twelve: Jordan

  He’d returned to their table and now that he found himself alone, Jordan thought, this was it. There wasn’t going to be any turning back now.

  He reminded himself this was a crazy, dangerous game, and this was his last chance to put a stop to it. He could leave right now, while she was gone. And then send her money back to her somehow, explaining why he hadn’t been able to go through with it. Or she could come back, and he’d tell her the truth. Apologize, and then leave.

  But Jordan knew none of that was going to happen. After all, she’d paid for his services and he meant to make sure she got them.

  By the time Tia returned, he was back in the gigolo mode. Let’s do this, he said to himself, taking her hand and walking with her out of the club.

  JORDAN HADN’T REALLY come out tonight with any plan drawn up or some kind of to-do list concerning how this would go.

  He’d just decided to do whatever felt natural; go with the flow and see where it led him.

  In fact, he’d never thought they’d get to this part, but here they were. About to become lovers. The moment he’d walked into her apartment with her, he knew that nothing but the world coming to an abrupt end could stop him from making hot, pounding and all-night love to this beautiful, sexy woman.

  So yeah: go with the flow; do what his senses told him, Jordan decided. And right then his senses were telling him to kiss Tia until those plump, honey-toned lips of hers grew plumper with passion.

  Eyes burning into hers, Jordan backed her up against the sturdy coffee table before hoisting her by the waist and placing her on the polished surface.

  He saw the look of surprise and delight on her face at being able to pick her up so easily, like she weighed nothing more than feather. Jordan had to admit that those regular visits to the gym and his dedication to fitness gave him the ripped body, stamina and strength that many men his age couldn’t take for granted.

  Setting her down on the table brought her lips in perfect line with his, and he pushed her legs wider so he could stand between them. He felt her body stiffen as his hips brushed the soft inner walls of her thighs, bringing them so intimately close that their groins were almost making contact.

  Did she feel exposed, with her dress riding up so high he could see the tops of her lace-edged tights? Taking hold of both sides of her face, he stared compellingly into her eyes.

  “Just relax, okay? I’m going to do all the things you like. Starting with tasting the inside of the pretty mouth of yours. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I walked in and saw you tonight.”

  “All you wanted?” she teased, her eyes now twinkling as she seemed to start to relax.

  “Well, for starters,” Jordan rejoined. “Now stop talking, and open your mouth.”

  To his delight, she obeyed. Looked like Ms. Independent didn’t mind taking orders behind closed doors, he noted with a wicked inner smile. He wouldn’t mind discovering, before the night was through, just how submissive in the bedroom his client would be.

  Chapter Thirteen: Tia

  Oh no; I’m letting him kiss me.

  Tia realized her grave error the moment those firm, curvy lips caressed hers.

  Damn, that felt good.

  Once she’d parted her lips, he’d eaten into her with a carnal, open-mouthed kiss that stole her breath away. Sure enough he was a good kisser. And not the practiced, overbearing kind. But the truly passionate, I-love-kissing type of approach which indicated he was a man who loved to indulge in the taste of a woman; a man who believed that kissing a woman was an entrance into her bag of treasures.

  Instantly, Tia was blown away.

  And yet at the same time, filled with panicked thoughts: I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t even be kissing him! Kissing was too personal. Too intimate. Kissing was for real lovers, not for a man and a woman with a cash-for-companionship arrangement between them. He was a flipping gigolo, for goodness’ sake. But damnit, she couldn’t resist the warm, invitation of his invading mouth.

  And oh, what a mouth. Knowing, giving. And with just the right softness to melt perfectly into hers.

  But then at the back of her mind, Tia was thinking how this was so against the grain; letting a virtual gigolo kiss her so thoroughly you’d think they’d done it a hundred times before. Well, he probably had, considering he entertained strange women for a living. She really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

  “Stop Tia,” he suddenly rasped, his breathing somewhat hitched as he trailed his lips over the side of her mouth. “Stop over-thinking this and kiss me back.”

  Aw, hell, thought Tia as his words made her head whirl in a daze. I’m kissing him back. I’m opening my mouth even wider for him to push that sexy, hotly fresh tongue of his inside. Oh no, now I’m giving him my tongue in return and he’s sucking it whole. Driving me freaking crazy.

  “Hmmm,” Tia whimpered, straining her body into his as their kiss deepened into something primal and seamless.

  She’d never have guessed a kiss could be this intense. Like he was ripping her soul bare and making her shed the last of her inhibitions. He charmed her tongue out in the open as he flicked it sensually with his in a sloppy, sexy tongue wrestle. Her breasts instinctively swelled against his chest and Tia heard him groan in response. Did he feel that? Could he sense how hard and aching her nipples were even beneath all the layers of clothes she was still wearing?

  Tia had been so caught up in the kiss she’d hardly noticed what his hands were doing. They must have been still earlier, holding onto her waist. Now they were moving, sliding unobtrusively up her torso to where her heavy-feeling breasts strained against her dress. Her arousal was burning invisible holes through her clothing. She’d never felt such need for her breasts to be groped; for him to take the swollen orbs in those big, strong hands of his.

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  That’s what his profile had promised. Well, so far, Mr. Capable hadn’t put a foot – or should she say hand – wrong. And it would make her night even more if he knew how to handle her breasts just right. Because those were her main erogenous zones and so far, she’d never met a man who could treat them the way she wanted. Could Jordan be that man? Would the touch of his hands, and his mouth, bring her to the peak?

  Tia was about to open her mouth and tell him, cup my breasts...squeeze them hard. Peel me out of my dress and fondle my tits before covering your mouth over my nipple and then the other. And then, just when I start moaning, bite me. Just a rough little nibble to get the endorphins rushing through my brain.

  To her amazement, Tia never got the chance to say all those things.

  Because Jordan turned out to know exactly what he needed to do. Either the guy was truly a mind reader, or he was a fucking genius. Because in the next several minutes that passed, he proceeded to do every little thing she’d only dreamed he would do. And very well surpassed her every expectation.

  Chapter Fourteen: Jordan

  Jordan sensed in a flash exactly what she needed.

  He’d heard the way her breath had caught the momen
t he’d started inching up to her breasts. Heck, those pillowed globes had been crushed against his chest all through the kiss that it had made him want to rip her dress down the middle, grab those juicily curved tits and just make love to them.

  Damned straight he knew what she wanted. She didn’t have to walk him through this; he was beginning to read her body like an open book. He wasn’t even sure how he knew. But since he’d heard her smoky, assertive voice on the phone, he’d been aware that she could be his kind of woman.

  Finally meeting her had been the game-setter. He’d known then that they made a connection which went beyond anything he’d felt for a woman in a long time. He’d certainly meant it when he told her that if they’d met in different circumstances, he’d be attracted to her, would want to date her – and would definitely want to fuck her in a heartbeat. Was she the type of woman who turned him on?

  Hell yes.

  Just inhaling her delicious feminine scent, a blend of floral and oriental notes, got him so hard he throbbed. And when he kissed her, something inside his head felt ready to explode. She tasted so damned good. Better than anything he’d experienced in a long time. No woman had ever made his heart pump so fast it felt like he’d just run a freaking marathon just by having her in his arms.

  It was almost like he could hear her body calling him; transmitting exactly what it craved. Suddenly, there was absolutely no question as to what she wanted, not with the way her breasts had been thrust at him since they’d started kissing. Not with the sudden urgency he’d felt in her lips as his hands had moved closer to the heaving twin prize.

  Now, reaching up, he laid his palms flat over her rounded breasts, and squeezed. Outlined the generous form with his hands and groaned deep in his throat at the way she filled his hands. He applied more and more pressure with his fingers until he could feel them sinking through her clothes to the firm, luscious flesh beneath.

  She shuddered convulsively at his rough handling, and he knew his instincts had been correct. Tia didn’t want the slow-hands approach. She wanted it hard, hot and fast. And Lord help him, he wanted the same thing too, maybe even more. He’d never felt such a strong urge to ravish a woman in his life. To do tongue laps starting from her breasts, to her lower belly, before going between her legs, to her invitingly smooth inner thighs....and then to her pussy. Oh yes, he sure couldn’t wait to put his mouth and hands on her there. But soon, very soon.

  Damn but kissing a woman had never felt so good, Jordan kept thinking as the lock and pull of their lips grew more urgent. She gasped helplessly into his mouth as his kiss grew more ravenous, his hands on her breast stroking more boldly even with the barriers of clothes still keeping her shielded.

  Jordan’s breath grew as ragged as hers, his hands sliding down from her breasts to her lush hips and back up again, groping and fondling carnally. She was purring, her throat echoing with hums of appreciation while his fingers sought and tweaked at her rock-hard nipples through her clothes.

  He broke from her honeyed kiss reluctantly before coursing his lips over her throat, sucking gently on her collarbone until she flung her head back with a long moan. Ah, she liked that, huh?

  Well, so did he.

  Quickly, he pushed the neckline of the dress off her shoulders until he exposed more and more of her. His eyes trailed over the sight of her half-exposed breasts, the cleavage generous and becoming within her lacy cup bra. The top of her breasts called out to be run over with his eager tongue.

  He lowered his head and laved in between the perfumed globes with just the tip of his tongue while his hands crushed the sides of her breasts, pushing them even tighter together. He kissed all over the tops and heard her breath start to shorten and quicken. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra with unobtrusive ease. It took just moments to free her arms from the straps, the flimsy item quickly tossed away and her dress left to pool at her waist.

  Now her bouncy, C-cup tits were free for his eyes to roam over them with awed passion. They were high-tipped and juicy-looking, with thimble-sized nipples that made his throat dry with need. He wanted to feel their thickness, to taste them. He rotated the flat of his hand over each burgeoning tip and heard her draw in a harsh breath.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Jordan rasped, intent on what his hands were up to. His thumb and forefinger hitched to the oversized buds and rolled them like dials. Damn it felt good to do that. He pinched a little roughly and tugged, drawing the nubs out from their velvety aureoles and making her gasp.

  “Jordan.”

  His name on her lips, in that velvety voice of hers tightened his balls and thickened his erection to immense proportions. His jaw tightened with arousal and suddenly, he was swooping down to seize one irresistible nipple into his mouth.

  Alternating between suckling and lapping, Jordan teased just the tips, tormenting her as well as himself for long, tense moments before he finally opened his mouth wide and grabbed in as much as he could, areole, flesh and all. He rolled his tongue around the nub within while his lips sucked hard on the surrounding breast. This double threat was enough to make her moan so loud, the sound vibrated against the walls like a sonic boom. His blood quickened all the more, rushing to his cock and making him wonder if it was having the same effect on her pussy.

  Time to find out, thought Jordan.

  With his fingers massaging one breast while his mouth sucked on the other, he slid his free hand down her belly. He felt her suck in air reflexively as he found the gap beneath the folds of her dress and dived straight for the apex of her thighs. Once there, he slowed down enough to simply smooth his fingertips along the front panel of her panties. Her mound felt swollen, hot, and wet, wet, wet. Now it was Jordan’s turn to growl loudly in arousal.

  “You’re drenched, beautiful,” he stated, mouth still pressed to the side of her breast. “You’re melting for me. That’s for me, right?”

  “Yes. All for you,” she moaned, head thrown back and her voice whimpery with lust.

  Jordan couldn’t resist much longer. Pushing aside the edge of her soaked panties, he sought out the soft, warm flesh beneath. Finding her totally bare and smooth, he let out a feral groan. Damn! She felt so good. Incredible. The potency of arousal that she evoked in him both amazed and caused him some major unease. He’d never wanted any woman this much. No other female had made him so hard it was painful to still not be inside her hot, swollen pussy by now.

  But whatever happened, Jordan would take things step by step. This was her night. He’d hold back as long as he could to ensure he gave her as much pleasuring as he was capable of.

  Still sucking hard on one nipple, he kept stroking on its twin while also, delving into her pussy. He wanted to give her everything; all the sensations possible to feel at the same time. Her body was shuddering so hard at this point that it thrilled him to know he turned her on so much; that he could please her. Pushing into her slit, he sent in two fingers at once, her slickness welcoming him in with ease.

  “Oh!” Tia cried out when he shoved in deep.

  Fucking hell she was tight. Even with her so wet, he could tell she’d be a close fit. He didn’t need to be told to know it had been some time for her. The knowledge only made him grow harder and more determined to devote as much time to every pleasure she’d been deprived of for so long.

  He located her g-spot and began to pound in and out of her pussy with a strong rhythm. Since he was holding back from simply mounting her and banging in with his cock, Jordan felt he needed to content himself with mimicking exactly what he wished his granite-hard cock was doing right then. And Tia didn’t stop moaning, didn’t stop gyrating as he ramped up the speed of his pumping fingers.

  At one point, he popped her nipple out of his mouth just so he could concentrate and listen to the sounds her pussy made when he finger-fucked her.

  “You hear that?” he asked huskily, staring straight into her passion-glazed face, and she nodded speechlessly.

  He sawed his two middle fingers, palm up,
in and out of her. She was deliciously pulpy inside, and so snug around his fingers that his dick throbbed in recognition of the sweet prospect of her tightness. Her liquid walls sucked on his hinged fingers, prompting the slosh slosh slosh effect that drove him crazy.

  “I love those noises,” he told her with a voice he hardly recognized. “They tell me how much you want me. They tell me how badly you want to be here. That though it’s just business, it’s damn well going to be all about pleasure too. Am I right, Tia?”

  Just business? What the hell was he talking about?

  She bit on her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out on a shudder, “Y..yes. Pleasure.”

  The scent of her arousal wafted up to his nostrils and it was maddening. It crackled in the air around them and turned everything into a potent bubble of sex and heat. Shafting harder into her clinching walls, he reveled in her succulence and prayed he could keep himself in check as long as was required.

  Once again, her thrust-out breasts beckoned. He couldn’t resist them, and fell to sucking hard on her inviting nipple while he pounded her repeatedly with his fingers.

  Tia was panting. He knew she was close; she couldn’t hide it if she tried. Her moans were coming faster together and her whole body was as taut as a string.

  Come on, baby; come on, Jordan urged internally as he focused on building up the intensity of her pleasure. His mouth sucked more firmly and roughly on her nipple, his teeth sinking in deeper than he’d have thought she’d find enjoyable.

  He couldn’t help it; he was blazing hot for her and wanted a piece of her so bad. But instead of protesting his roughness, she clutched harder on his head and shoved his face even closer. Oh, she definitely liked rough, Jordan noted with an inner surge of delight. In response, he increased the pressure of his bite and used his tongue to ease the sting at the same time. Tia whined, and called out his name.