Faking It with the Billionaire Next Door: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Jolie Day

“Fuck,” I whispered, frustrated.

  I wished I could see her right now, see her tremble, the desire burn in her eyes and the look of her when I did the things I wanted to do to her for the first time. But I continued to kiss her, ready to just keep going. Sex in an elevator, a stuck one at that, had never been on my bucket list, but hell, it was hot as fuck.

  If she was into it, I was into it.

  For the record, she definitely was into it.

  I slid my hand back up her naked thigh, letting my fingers move down the inside of her thigh, stopping only a few breaths away from her clit.

  Ah, I liked how soft her skin felt, how her breathing became irregular the closer my hand brushed her. She was waiting for my touch, anticipating it, probably nervous for it.

  “You like it?” I rumbled, my cheek pressing against hers.

  “So much.”

  I let my finger slowly and softly rub against her soft skin, several times, feeling her jerk, and enjoying her delicious moans.

  “I’m going to come if you do this,” she whispered against my ear, all huskily.

  “That’s the plan,” I encouraged her softly, loving her words.

  I wanted her to let loose, needed her to forget all of her inhibitions and to let me show her just how good I could make her feel. Moving my thumb in slow, controlled circles, where she needed it the most, I heard her breathing become harder and louder.

  “Hold on tight,” I demanded.

  “W…hat?”

  I lifted her ass up onto the handrail, hooked her legs around my shoulders, and moved my head in between her legs. Rose gasped, and I pressed her thighs wide, opening her up for me. She moaned loudly while my tongue slid between her soft lips, exploring her, my tongue flicking her wet clit.

  Soft cries of pleasure escaped her mouth, “Miles…ohh.”

  Hot. That’s what this was.

  Her legs were tightening around me, and she began to lose control. Her hips shook as I changed direction with my tongue against her inflamed skin, causing her to emit a noise that was halfway between a moan and a long purr.

  Her hips started moving with my tongue, creating a rhythm.

  “Oh, heavens…” she whispered. “Right there…”

  She was close. When I felt her clench around me, I slowed for a second or two, allowing her to come down somewhat from the height of her ecstasy. And then, I wasted no time in working her up again, reaching that same spot I’d hit before.

  “…that’s it, Miles. Yes…”

  I strummed her like an instrument, playing all the right notes to drag her higher and higher and higher, then removing my tongue completely before she could fall over the edge—enough to make her want more, but not enough to come.

  Rose let out a long, pitiful mewl, and I heard her hands clenching around the metal bars of the handrail. She twisted her hip in the hopes of feeling my touch—or perhaps to somehow create her own friction that would send her back over that edge.

  There was none.

  My hands gripping her hips and holding her tight is what stopped her.

  “You want more?” I growled.

  “Y…es…”

  My stubble scratched her as I rested my head between her thighs, and began to press kisses toward her middle. I trailed my mouth along her skin until I reached her clit, flicking over it. She let out a moan, louder than before. I increased my tongue’s pressure on her little bud.

  “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” she whisper-moaned.

  I had complete control over her body.

  “Yes, Miles…almost there…” Rose mumbled, almost beginning to lose herself… just as the bright elevator lights suddenly burst back on.

  Ding.

  The doors opened on our floor.

  23

  MILES

  We were yanked back to the present.

  Rose reared back.

  For a second, I was confused and blinded by the light—clearly not enough blood in my brain, nothing new, I got this—but then I remembered where we were. Right. We should probably go inside, I realized. Part of me found it hilarious and another part of me regretted not going all the way in the elevator. But, getting caught by security or one of our neighbors? Not the most arousing memory I wanted to add to our elevator fun time.

  Luckily, nobody was staring at us from the outside.

  I pulled my head from her thighs and set her on her feet.

  “Shall we?” I asked, smiling devilishly, gesturing toward my front door.

  Rose was flushed, all hot and bothered, parts of her face bright red from my 10 p.m. scruff, and she was panting, a hint of dissatisfaction at the untimely interruption. She just nodded her head and hurried toward the door. Watching her ass, I imagined what I was going to do to it, soon. Just before I left the elevator, I bent down and picked up the sexy thong lying on the floor before slipping it into my pocket and heading over to the door.

  Rose had turned and noticed what I did. “Miles, give me back my panties.”

  “Nope,” I replied, “they’re mine now.”

  “You can’t just steal my panties!” She looked a mixture of embarrassed and astonished.

  “Oh, I can. And I did. You shouldn’t leave them lying around.”

  “Hey!”

  “Probably shouldn’t have taken them off in a random elevator to start with.”

  She laughed now. “Miles, stop. I mean it.”

  “Finder’s keepers. Sorry, missy.” I lowered my voice. “Also, you won’t be needing them for the rest of the night.” I winked at her as I opened the door, gesturing to her to go ahead.

  “Men!”

  “Hurry up, woman.”

  She sighed and walked past me, huffing about not getting her way with the panties.

  But she’d get her way one way or another tonight, because she’d started this sexual escapade between us, and I wasn’t going to let her forget it.

  I was ready to fuck her senseless.

  Once inside, I closed the door behind me with my foot and threw the keys down on the table—I missed, they fell on the floor—never letting my eyes leave her body.

  Rose stood in the lounge waiting for me, undressing me with her eyes.

  She wanted me naked, I wanted me naked.

  Without missing a beat, I began removing my jacket while kicking off my shoes, getting rid of my socks, and unbuttoning the last few buttons of my shirt. As she watched me, I saw her eyes drop to roam my chest and shoulders to my tattoos. I knew she had a thing for my chest. Of all my body parts, she’d touched and stared at that area the most.

  “Can I see the wolf?” she asked, heat in her eyes.

  I nodded. “Sure can.”

  Turning around, I slid the shirt off my shoulders and tossed it somewhere next to me.

  Silence.

  More silence.

  “You like it?” I asked, glancing back when she didn’t say a word.

  “Yes. I’m speechless. It’s so big, and it looks as if it’s alive.”

  “You’re talking about my tattoo, right?”

  “Of course!”

  Still with my back to her, I said, “I figured, go big or go home.”

  When I turned back to face her, her face looked mesmerized, and I let my one pec hop twice, teasing her. She lit up, covering her face.

  I walked over to her.

  “Strip.” My voice was low, vibrating through her as she stood before me, her arms pressed against her sides. “Slowly.”

  Rose took a deep breath as she pulled the fabric down, and I watched as it slid over her tits, pink nipples popping free, over the curves of her hips. Her eyes locked on mine while she lowered it, allowing the dress to drop and pool around her ankles. My hungry eyes drank in every inch of her exposed skin.

  I wanted to cherish this moment.

  Rose was a beauty—seeing her in her full nakedness for the first time was intoxicating. She stood with the moonlight washing over her, the line of her silhouette curved deliciously inward at h
er waist, and outward at her beautiful hips, curving back down to her knees.

  Her thighs were smooth, and I wanted to grab them.

  With that thought in mind, I stepped forward and picked her up. She wrapped her long, bare legs around my waist and her arms around my neck while she took my mouth with hers. Kissing wildly and not letting my lips leave hers, I walked us over to my bedroom. As we reached the bed, I bent forward and dropped her onto the soft covers.

  “Let me take my heels off—” she suggested.

  “Leave them on,” I growled, “They’re good for now.”

  Hovering above her, my lips left a trail of heat and blooming pink nips and bites. I moved down her collarbone, growling low in the back of my throat until I reached the space between her breasts, where I nuzzled my nose against the swell. She smelled amazing, she felt amazing. Rose moaned and pressed her breasts into my mouth, begging without words.

  I didn’t need any more encouragement.

  I sucked and licked her beautiful nipples until they pebbled up. Then I kissed back up her body, my lips gentle this time. I inched my way toward her lips, attaching my mouth to hers with a reverence, and I softly stroked them as my hand buried itself in her hair. I could feel Rose’s sated smile against my lips, even as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “The things I want to do to you,” I growled.

  I inched my fingers closer and closer to where she wanted it most. My fingers teased her, causing her to emit tiny whimpers into my mouth as I stroked her tongue with mine, mimicking the motion of my fingers inside of her.

  “You’re so wet,” I hummed in appreciation.

  “It’s what you do to me,” she whispered.

  She shivered and moaned softly, then claimed my mouth desperately, while her hands found their way into my hair. Rose was breathing hard now, giving out enticing high-pitched moans.

  I knew she was just on the edge, and I wanted to blow her mind—compensate for the earlier interruption. Anticipating the rush of pleasure to see her come, I lowered my head and licked across her clit.

  Rose’s body bucked up from the bed, her chest rising and falling. Every sound she made increased my yearning, fueled my desire for her.

  Her orgasm continued to build, and I flicked my tongue at her bud up and down several times before I closed my mouth completely over her, giving her the much-needed release. Rose arched her back and burst with pleasure, letting out a soft cry of ecstasy. She continued to move her hips in a fast and urgent motion, rubbing herself against my tongue.

  My God, I wanted to feel her writhing underneath me, begging me to take her.

  As Rose lay panting, I picked myself up, stood, and began undoing her heels. I gently removed each shoe, and when I was done, I pulled at my belt, unfastening it. With jerky movements, I removed my pants, freeing my cock, before climbing back onto the bed in front of her, ready to claim what belonged to me.

  The adrenaline rush was unlike anything I’d experienced before.

  Condom, fucking condom, I reminded myself. I glanced over to the side of the bed to where my stash was.

  She stared down at me, blinking several times, and then she touched me. Her touch was almost too intense to keep my control.

  24

  MILES

  “Miles…?”

  “What?” I could hardly think.

  “Your dick is even bigger than I imagined.”

  Turns out, thinking wasn’t that hard when she said naughty things like that. She’d woken me from my momentary daze. For a second there, I’d been thrown by the effect she had over me.

  Next, two things happened.

  Well, three.

  First, I needed to wrap my head around the fact that my well-behaved neighbor Rose just admitted to having imagined my dick before. Second, hearing those dirty words leave her sweet mouth was a turn on in itself, and third, the statement made my dick swell to its ultimate proportions.

  “So you’ve imagined my dick before?” I rasped, hoarsely. I had to ask. This was too good.

  “Ah…no… I haven’t,” she replied quickly, too quickly, and the blush forming on her cheeks said otherwise. She let go of my cock.

  “No, no, no. Don’t let go,” I grumbled. “And don’t lie. You obviously just admitted to it. Also, didn’t we have a conversation about my dick a few days ago? You seemed mighty interested, if memory serves.”

  “Only because I’ve been told that it’s giant.”

  “Is that so? So you imagined my giant cock not just once, but several times?” I asked, pleased.

  “Maybe… maybe not.”

  “So, what exactly did you imagine?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

  “Well…I’ve never actually seen a dick that notable and…”

  Oh, I was liking this. I placed her hand back onto my dick. “Notable?” I nodded proudly. “And?”

  “…that long, and girthy, and thick,” she said as she stared down at my manhood and traced a finger over the tip, making it jerk upward.

  Oh, I was really liking this.

  “So, obviously,” she rasped, her eyes heated, “My imagination couldn’t quite have conjured this up.”

  “Your imagination, huh.” I leaned forward, my head now close to her ear. “So, when and how often have you been using this imagination of yours?” I asked, pretty sure that my suspicions were right, and she’d thought of me while touching herself. I was ready to explode visualizing that concept. “Late at night, playing with yourself?” I growled, my voice dark and raspy.

  “Maybe… maybe not,” she whispered, giving me the same impudent answer, breathlessly. This time, all fun and banter was gone from her expression, her eyes meeting mine with a glow of desire. It was a look that could keep my cock hard for hours.

  Aroused as fuck, I resisted the wild urge, every cell of mine was on fire, my heart skipping beats.

  I slid one of my hands over her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps with the tip of my fingers, grazing from her bellybutton toward her ribs. She gasped at the feather-light touch when my fingers reached the undersides of her breasts. I could see her nipple pebble, anticipating my touch. When my thumb brushed her nipple, she let out another gasp. I leaned my head closer, not quite touching hers but almost.

  My lips grazed her cheeks as I whispered, “Did I fuck you good?”

  “Uhm.” Her little moan already answered my question.

  “You naughty little girl. You deserve a spanking.”

  “Why? No, I don’t.”

  “Say all you want. You’re not getting out of a spanking.”

  “Spanking—for what?”

  “For thinking about your neighbor’s cock. For disobeying. For giving me a certain pet name, I think all that deserves punishment,” I growled, while my hands moved forward and grabbed her hips. “Agreed?”

  “Yes…No! I mean, no!” she shrieked.

  I lifted her up, and in a swift motion, had her in position, bent over my knee.

  “I’m not a naughty girl,” she said, her voice breathless. “I’m a good girl, remember?”

  “… who needs to be taught a lesson,” I grumbled, smacking her naked ass. “Bad behavior can’t go unpunished.”

  “Ow. Miles.”

  “So you like calling me ‘Ducky,’” I grumbled, slapping her skin. She squirmed with surprise, but then she giggled, and I fucking loved the sound of it. Of course, I wouldn’t tell her that her calling me that had been a stroke of brilliance. Call me crazy, but it might even have saved the inheritance.

  How many times had she called me “Ducky”? How many spanks did she deserve? I didn’t recall. I spanked her bare ass again, enjoying her delicious protests.

  “Ow, ow! No, it was an accident! I swear!” she moaned aloud, yet she didn’t try to get away from me. “Pinky promise!”

  I believed her. It was an accident, no doubt. But I spanked her again, you know, for good measure. She continued to yelp in frustration and excitement, quivering under my hand, grinding
against my steely erection.

  When she “pinky promised” to never call me that pet name again, I growled, “Good girl,” and decided that I needed to get my throbbing dick deep inside her. She was going to belong to me.

  It was as simple as that.

  I flipped her on her back, and grabbed a condom from the side of my bed.

  Cock hard as steel, I wrapped my hand around it, giving myself a few casual strokes, because: why not? By the look on her eyes I could tell she liked it. She focused on me, her eyes sparkling. I rolled the condom on, slow and nice.

  Her gaze was still fixed on my cock, while I pushed her legs apart. My mind and body were ignited by a fire I didn’t know could exist. Rose was a girl I never thought would happen. She’d challenged me, and I struggled to understand why my heart was thundering inside my chest. My cock ached to be inside her.

  “Miles…” she breathed my name softly.

  “Mmm,” I managed to growl out before reaching down with both hands and grabbing her ass. I pulled her against me, and Rose let out a loud and helpless moan as I slid against her soft and slick skin, my dick rubbing close to her burning hot center.

  Oh hello, drippy kitty.

  She was hot and wet. Ready for me. Waiting for me.

  And I planned on taking full advantage of it. Rose gasped softly with pleasure, and I looked back up into her eyes. It had been a hellish long time since I had this sort of reaction to a girl.

  I lowered myself down onto both elbows and cradled her body under mine.

  Immediately, she wrapped her arms around me. I regarded her for a long moment, searching her eyes for confirmation that this was exactly what she wanted. I found nothing but honesty and affection reflected back at me.

  Her face was glowing with want, completely unguarded.

  I leaned down to press my lips softly against hers, my hands cupping her sweet, sweet cheeks, thumbs rubbing them tenderly. Rose breathed me in, one of her hands stroking through my hair and then down my body.

  I took a deep, shuddering breath, and I leaned my forehead against Rose’s.

  Then I began edging into her, slow.