The Billionaire’s Pretend Girlfriend (The Billionaires Club Book 2)

by Leslie North

  It was true. She made him way happier than what made sense in so little time. Every analytical instinct was telling him not to get in over his head—not to get too attached. But for once, he wasn’t listening to that instinct. He was just doing what felt right.

  “Consider yourself the loser then,” Daniel said, gearing up to say the words that he’d never even considered saying before. “I can’t predict where the future will take us—but I like where this has gotten us so far.”

  It was true enough. Even if he had no idea how things would work beyond the wedding week.

  Grayson lifted his glass to cheers, which caused a few of the others at the table to join the clinking glasses. A strange cocktail of excitement and worry brewed inside him, because for as inspiring as Jackie was, he still had no idea if she was willing to explore more with him. He wasn’t even sure if he was, either. He just knew that Jackie woke him up to wanting it.

  Jackie waved at him from across the restaurant then, and he hurriedly downed his wine and stood. “Friends, I’m off. The lady is expecting me.”

  As he crossed the restaurant to meet her, warmth filled him from head to toe. Her quirky grin as she waited for him, the excitement trembling in the air between them, it was enough to make him dizzy with bliss. And why? They were just going on a walk. A simple walk. Maybe he’d had more wine than he realized.

  As soon as they set off down the hallway, a swinging door burst open. A kitchen employee raced out, clearly crying into her hands.

  Daniel edged to the side of the hallway, intent on ignoring and passing by. But Jackie stopped.

  “Hey, is everything okay?” Jackie asked softly, coming up to the employee.

  “Oh. Oh, my God.” The employee swiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be seeing this. I-I thought the hallway was empty, and—”

  “No. You’re fine. We were just passing through. Do you need anything?” Jackie held the woman by the sides of her arms, speaking in a low, soothing tone. Daniel watched with interest as the employee seemed to calm slightly.

  “No, I’m okay. I just got some bad news.” The woman’s chin wobbled again.

  “Do you want to do a breathing exercise?” Jackie offered. The lady nodded, and Jackie launched into a slow but simple guided exercise with lots of deep breaths and the release of tension. Even Daniel was calmer afterward.

  “Wow, that was really nice.” The employee dabbed at her now-dry eyes one last time. She straightened her back. “Thanks for that. Where did you learn it?”

  “Picked it up in a foster home I used to stay in. One of the good ones,” Jackie said.

  Something clenched deep inside of Daniel at this little tidbit. Foster homes? Just another interesting piece of the puzzle that made up this mysterious punk pixie who could turn stranger’s lives around. Including his own. Jackie hugged the lady before she went back into the kitchen. When she turned back to Daniel, all he could do was stare.

  “Wow. You are incredible, you know that, right?”

  She shrugged. “Why is that incredible? It’s just helpful.”

  “Fine. You’re incredible, and incredibly helpful.”

  She laughed, batting away the compliment, but he swept toward her, pulling her into his side as they resumed their walk down the hallway.

  “You’re kind, and thoughtful, and have a way of winning over complete strangers,” he said in a low voice. The hallway ended in sliding doors, where a veranda extended out over a narrow walkway, connecting to the next wing of the building. “Including me.”

  Jackie’s face slowly turned serious and their steps slowed out in the cool nighttime air. It was an unusually cool night, and when Jackie’s skin went goose bumpy, he ran his hands along the sides of her arms.

  “I just want to help people,” Jackie said, though she sounded distant.

  “I know. And it’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

  She laughed, waving off his words again, but stepped closer, closing his arms around her.

  “I’m not saying this because we’re trying to fool anyone. I’m saying it because I mean it.”

  Jackie watched him, her gaze bouncing back and forth over his face, nodding but not saying anything.

  “Look at you. Your pulse is racing.” Daniel swiped his thumb over the hollow of her neck, so close to losing his last shred of willpower with her this close.

  “You’re pretty hard to resist, if you haven’t noticed by now,” Jackie said, her voice dreamy.

  “Then don’t resist me. Don’t resist this.”

  A nervous laugh slid out of her, and he decided to make things real clear. He backed her up against the adobe façade of the building, fingertips digging into the flesh above her hips.

  “You’re just drunk,” she said.

  “No. I’m clearer than ever.” He brushed his lips against her earlobe, and she shivered in his arms. “Jackie, I want you in the plum orchard. Now.”

  “For more practice?” Her brow arched, those beautiful green eyes shining with the same lust that coursed through his veins.

  “No. No more practice. This time, it’s for real.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tipped her head to the side to welcome his lips as he pressed kisses along her jawline. She fisted the front of his shirt, and her leg hoisted easily once he pushed his palm along the length of her thigh. “God, that sounds lovely. I just—”

  “What is it?” He paused, his lips pressed to her cheek.

  She looked deep into his eyes, something pained hiding in the shadows of her face. “I just don’t want to make things weird.”

  “Things will not be weird,” he promised, brushing his lips against hers. He didn’t know that for certain, but he would do his best for her. And at this point, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Between the wine and her soft heart and the apples of her ass in this dress, he was a goner. “The only weird thing that could happen would be if we denied this thing between us.”

  A shuddery sigh slipped out of her, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him. “God, you’re right.”

  He dipped down, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear. “I know you could feel how hard I was yesterday, Jackie. When you were moving on top of me. I know you want it. And I want it too.”

  Her eyes went hooded at that, and when she spoke, her voice was husky.

  “Plum orchard. Now.”

  8

  Jackie raced through the halls at Daniel’s side, choking on the excitement and eagerness of it all.

  They had to hurry. Not just because she’d been dying for it over the past week and a half, but because if they waited even a moment longer, she’d lose her nerve.

  There was something untouchable about Daniel. Godlike, almost. Even though he was only a few years older than she was, he carried himself like he owned the world. Sure, this attraction between them was real, and not fabricated like their relationship. It didn’t mean that he still wasn’t way out of her league.

  She’d allow herself this one dip. Just to see how the waters felt while rolling around in bed with the 1%. If the sex was awful, that was her sign; that it was just an experiment they could lay to rest once this week was over.

  But deep inside, she knew it would be every bit as amazing as her fantasies had foretold. As soon as the door to their suite clicked shut behind her, Daniel had her hoisted into his arms. She giggled, grabbing her wrists behind his neck, loving the rock solidness of him between her legs.

  “God, I’ve been dying to get your ass in my hands again for the past twenty-four hours,” he groaned. The admission thrilled through her. It was so strange to think that she could be a turn-on for him. This man, who could have any woman in the world. This man, who had surely been with women far more experienced, far more beautiful, far more successful than she.

  Yet he was dying for a taste of her.

  Their kisses started slow, almost cautious, but soon passion reigned, and they were kissing like they’d been pining fo
r each other for years instead of days. Their teeth bumped; Daniel pressed his tongue into her mouth; she moaned through the sloppy French kiss. God, it was fast and hot and just the way she liked it.

  Moisture surged into her panties as Daniel ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the thick ridge of his cock. She shivered in his grip, clamping her thighs around him.

  “Mm-hmm.” Daniel’s chest heaved as he nipped at her earlobe. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Jackie.”

  She covered her mouth with his again, coaxing another needy, desperate kiss from him. She was going to treat this like it was their first and last time. Because nothing was ever guaranteed. She wanted to make sure they made this a night to remember.

  Daniel carried her through the lounge and into the master bedroom. Her dress had hiked all the way up to her waist, giving Daniel the space to roam. He squeezed her ass, slipping a few fingers beneath her panty line. When his fingers came dangerously close to her pussy lips, lust jolted through her, causing her to jerk with anticipation.

  “God, Daniel,” she breathed. Her head spun. Maybe they shouldn’t continue. She might actually have a heart attack from how much she wanted it. “Why are you so fucking sexy?”

  “I’ve been asking myself the same question about you,” he said, sinking his teeth into her neck. A low moan escaped her. He lowered her to the bed. “This dress needs to come off. Immediately.”

  She giggled, hurrying to find the secret zipper along the side. Once she did, Daniel took over, unzipping the length of it so that she could sidle out of it, heels popping off too. Once she was left in her panties and bra, Daniel dove down, sinking his teeth into the swell of her lower belly.

  “God, I want to eat you,” he growled into her stomach. She giggled, running her hands through his dark blond hair.

  “Feel free,” she said.

  He growled again, his lips skipping a damp trail to her panty line. “And I want to eat you out.”

  Realization shivered through her, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Could a man as sexy as Daniel truly want to service her first? Part of her had wondered if he would be a selfish lover. A man in the ‘in and out and done’ club.

  But as he tugged her panties down over her hips and then flung them across the room, she realized he was serious. Like really serious.

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this moment,” Daniel confessed, looking up at her with blazing heat in his ice-blue eyes. His big palms slowly spread her legs, and his gaze scorched across her most intimate parts. “All throughout dinner, all I could think about was what it would feel like if I slipped a finger into your panties.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut. This was too much. The idea that he wanted to imagine sex, much less oral sex, with her? Mind. Blown. Possibly forever.

  “I—” She fought to corral her thoughts. “You—”

  “Can I?” he asked, pressing lazy kisses along her inner thigh.

  All the air whooshed out of her at once. “Of course you can!”

  Daniel surged forward, kissing the top of her mons before his thumb found the stiff peak of her clit. His tongue made long, lazy swipes at her then, licking and prodding and exploring her folds like she was the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted. Her entire body went taut. Disbelief mingled with mind-blowing pleasure. God, the man knew what he was doing down there. He knew exactly the pressure to use, and when he slipped in his middle finger, and then another finger, her entire body released the tension that she’d been keeping in her muscles, and she melted into the bed in a languid puddle.

  “Fuuuuuck,” she moaned.

  Daniel slurped at her, his fingers making a slick, juicy noise as he eased them in and out of her, in and out. He was restraining his urgency, she could tell. But maybe not completely. Because when she finally remembered how to open her eyes, she caught him fisting himself. And if there was a sight sexier than that, she didn’t know what it might be.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out, falling back onto the bed. Her hips bucked and Daniel doubled down, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit as he pinned her to the bed. She whimpered then, feeling the tight prickles of her orgasm building. She wanted him inside her. She’d never wanted a man inside her more. Daniel dragged his teeth over her clit one last time, and when he curled his fingers deep inside her, the fireworks went off.

  Heat filled her body, from head to toe, and everything went bright behind her eyelids. She clutched at Daniel’s hair, writhing and wriggling beneath him as he continued to service her pussy until the pleasure was almost too much.

  “Daniel! Ohhhh my God, Daniel!” She lost count of how many times she said his name. Maybe a million. Every cell of her body was singing his praises as he finally pulled away from her, his mouth shiny and smiling.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. As he stood, his cock came into full view. Bobbing heavily, far fatter than she’d dared imagine, and framed by a tight dark blond patch of hair. She reached for it instinctively, knowing that she needed it. Needed him.

  “Hang tight, princess,” he murmured, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants first, and then his boxer briefs.

  A weak laugh escaped her. “Princess?”

  A devilish grin crossed his lips as he made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. “Oh yeah. You’re definitely a princess.”

  It was too absurd. Never in her life had she ever been anything remotely close to a princess. More like a peasant, really. “In what kingdom?”

  “The badass punk pixie karate kingdom, obviously,” Daniel said, tossing his shirt. Now he was fully naked in front of her, and what a sight to behold. He was a wonderland of man beneath those finely tailored clothes—rippling muscles, perfect six pack, thighs that looked strong enough to carry her weight in his arms for the rest of their lives if they chose to.

  “Almost forgot,” he said, suddenly reaching for his pants. As he fished something out of his pocket, he said, “Your gorgeous body makes it hard to focus.”

  “Excuse me? You win the gorgeous body award over here.”

  “Oh no. I’m an honorable mention. You are the trophy holder.” His tongue poked out from between his lips as he opened a condom and slid it over his long dick. When he tossed the package, she noticed it read XL.

  “You also apparently win an award for something else,” she teased as he covered her body with his. “Largest cock award? I’m sorry, Daniel, I just don’t think your massive dick is going to fit.”

  His low, throaty chuckle sent lust rocketing through her. He coaxed a lazy, sexy kiss from her lips and then said, “How about we try anyway?”

  He urged her legs open, his hips settling into place so that his thick cockhead immediately nudged her sopping wet entrance. She’d never been this turned on before, and never this wet. But then she supposed she’d never actually had a man eat her out successfully before, so of course Daniel would win that award too.

  Daniel’s lips found hers in a fiery, impassioned kiss. He rocked his hips, easing the bulbous tip of his cockhead inside her pussy. She gasped as she felt herself stretching around him.

  “I’ll go slow,” he murmured, eyes hooded. “Even if it kills me.”

  She laughed throatily. “Impatient Daniel, more like.”

  “You have no idea how fucking incredible you feel,” he said through gritted teeth. He eased himself in another inch, a groan rolling past his lips. “Fuck, Jackie.”

  It felt like heaven on her end. And okay, so it did fit. As he eased himself in, inch by languorous inch, more and more of her body went tingling and wild. Like her entire network of innards had short-circuited. She wasn’t sure if she was breathing, or if her heart was beating, or if she remembered what her name was. When Daniel sank deeper, claiming the last inch of her, she felt like she’d reached some sort of pinnacle of human experience.

  This was it. Top level achieved. She could die happy now. Sex sure as hell had never felt like this before.

>   Daniel grunted, pausing there, buried to the hilt inside her. “You are heaven.”

  “Stop,” she chided, but she couldn’t help agreeing. This was heavenly. And maybe they really were heaven, for each other.

  Daniel drew a fortifying breath and then eased himself out of her. When he sank back in again, another moan ripped out of him.

  “See?” he said, his voice gritty. “Fits just fine.”

  She whimpered as he pulled out and then sank back into her. She clawed at his back, needing infinite levels of this sensation. Not just the closeness, but the heat of him. The sandalwood musk of his body, pinning her, filling her, making her feel blissfully perfect for this brief interlude.

  “Oh, my Goood,” she moaned into his shoulder, feeling the hot churn of pleasure beginning its tempestuous swirl in her core once more. She clamped her thighs around him, clinging to him like he was the last life raft in the ocean. “Please, Daniel. More. I need more.”

  He raked his heated gaze over her. Sweat shone at his temples as a devilish smirk crossed his face. “Yes, my princess. Whatever you need.”

  Tears pricked at her eyes, but she wasn’t sure why. Something hot and sweet coursed through her, but she was hesitant to focus on the feeling or to try to identify it. She just wanted to focus on this. The most unexpectedly explosive sexual encounter of her life.

  Daniel pumped into her harder, more forcefully, so hard that her breasts jiggled each time he buried himself inside of her. The pleasure built steadily again until the cork popped and she was clawing at his chest, eyes pinched shut and screaming his name as another orgasm raked over her.

  And this time, she was left exhausted and breathless. Daniel shouted gruffly, stilling inside her as he reached his own climax, his blue eyes burning a hole into her heart. When the air cleared and they were left panting and staring at each other, Daniel was the first to speak.

  “Holy shit,” he said weakly. But he still didn’t pull out of her. And really, she liked that.

  She swallowed, her entire mouth dry. “What the hell?”