by Coco Miller
I know this man cares deeply for me, but I don’t want him taking full care of me financially. I want to make my own way in this world, because I know I have a lot to learn but a lot to give. I have a passion deep within me blazing to be set free. I just need a chance not a crutch. I hope that he will allow me that space.
“Get out of your head,” Nicholas orders. “Stay in this moment with me.”
He leans down, kissing me fully with his mouth. His tongue plays along with mine, and I move my hand up, wrapping my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. I could kiss him all night.
And I want to.
I plan on doing nothing more.
He breaks this kiss after a good minute, and grips my hips, slamming himself into me a little harder. The filling of having him fully inside me turns me on and makes my chest explode in warmth. This could possibly be the man of my dreams.
A man sent to rescue me from my from my unruly life and teach me what love is really all about. A man who could look past my current situation and and see the real me. A man who didn’t listen to all the internal doubts regarding why this wouldn’t work between us and instead decided to make it work.
He grips me tighter, his pace quickening with each stroke of his dick. “I need you to come again for me, baby.”
I close my eyes, letting my body run wild with every emotion swimming through me right now. My core tightens as I can see my orgasm on the horizon. It’s so close. I’m so close to free-falling into oblivion with this man.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him, gripping onto his shoulders.
He kisses along my neck, biting and nibbling just a bit.
“Me too. Come with me. Wait for me.”
But, I can barely hold on. My body spirals out of control. I’m so close to unraveling. So close to coming. When then the moment arrives, Nicholas demands that I look at him.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Our eyes meet in the dark of the night, and we both come together, moaning and groaning into the air. Into each other.
It’s a beautiful experience. Practically a spiritual one. An experience that I want to repeat every night for the rest of my life.
If I’m so lucky.
Epilogue
Keisha
Everything has changed in my life over the last three months and I do mean everything. Going from rags to riches was not in my plan. I never sought Nicholas’s money, but now that I have him money or no money–I will never let him go.
I managed to tell him about the real reason that I came to live in the city — to get away from my abusive dad. He wanted to hire one of the most expensive lawyers in New York for me to press charges, but I just want to get on with my life. I worry sometimes that Nicholas will just ignore my wishes and deal with my father privately, but I trust him to take care of me. I know he won’t allow me to be hurt again. I just want to move on to the life we have.
The life I have with him.
The life we have together.
It was difficult at first, because I thought I would move in with him temporarily and then get my own place once I got on my feet. Funny how it never worked out that way, because the more time we spent apart, the more we wanted to spend it together.
Today, I can only think of one thing. Getting down and dirty with my boss. It turns out that Joanne had a lot more wrong with her ankle and it wasn't healing at the rate that the doctors had predicted it should. So even though she left her job basically kicking and screaming, Nicholas was able to finally convince her to retire a year early. I made sure that he gave her a nice retirement package.
“I’m coming,” I shout over the intercom, knowing we’re alone in the office. It’s been three months I’ve been his secretary full time and we’re officially an item. Now, I’m respected in the office. Everyone invites me to lunch and no longer do I overhear them talking about him behind my back. They wouldn’t dare. No one can talk about how hot he is or how huge he is, because he’s mine, and I don’t want to hear that shit from them because I already know first hand.
I walk in slowly, spinning in a semi-circle so he can get a good look at me.
He growls, “Miss Turner, are you ready to take notes?”
I slam the door shut with a loud thud, and then I lift up my skirt just a bit. “I forgot to put on panties today. You’re going to have to punish me.”
He sighs. “It seems that you’ll need a good spanking.”
I purr. “Oh if you need to spank me, please be gentle.”
I’m bent over his desk and I moan as he starts to feel my butt cheeks. I know that he wants to take out his paddle and give it to me, the same way he does every Friday night. There’s something about office romances that makes it much more exciting (kinkier too) when you not only have sex out of the office but in the office too.
Instead he just massages each cheek, growling slightly at the touch of his skin on mine. Then he takes his hand back, and swings it forward, connecting with my right cheek.
“Ohhh,” I moan out. I love it when he spanks me. Something new we’ve added to our lovemaking repertoire. I love it even more though, because I know it’s what gets him off and he knows it’s the thing that gets me the most wet.
He does it a few more times, and I smile with each slap of his hand against my burning skin. I’m soaking wet for him. A fact he knows after sliding his fingers along my slick heat.
“You like it when I own your pussy,” he says against my ear.
“You know I do.”
“Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you call me, sir.”
“Sir, I need you inside of me now. I love it.”
A small smile splits my lips at calling Nicholas sir. He’s my boss in and outside of the bedroom. He’s in charge, and I love every minute of it.
He groans as his fingers enter me from behind. The plunge deep, delving higher and higher inside me, making me moan as he hits that sweet spot I love so much.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out. I want everyone in the office to know what my man is doing to me. What he does to me. And how he makes me come over and over. Maybe they can talk about that over lunch.
Nicholas replaces his fingers with his strong hard cock, and pushes deeper inside me. I yell out and he covers my mouth with his other hand. I try my best to stifle the moans, but he continues pummeling into me making my already wet pussy wetter, if that is even possible.
I love this man.
“Shhh, you’re my good little assistant,” he says into the shell of my ear, setting off a heat that starts low in my belly. “You have to be quiet while I pound this sweet pussy.”
My orgasm is so close, and I try my best to hold it off. I don’t want this moment to end just yet. He fucks me harder as he uses his finger that was inside of me to now play with my clit.
He leans my head down, until I’m lying face flat on the desk. My senses are on overload. All I can feel is my big, strong, man fucking me from behind.
“Oh, Nicholas,” I moan again and again.
He grows harder, his body becoming more rigid against me. “I’m so close,” he says.
So am I.
My body takes off, my orgasm front and center in my universe. My legs grow weak with my release. My belly tightens.
This man knows how to handle me.
He wraps both arms around me, pulling me tight against him as he gets off inside me, groaning my name again and again. “Keisha.”
I love it when he says my name when he comes. It lets me know he is thinking of me and only me, and I would never think of anyone else but him.
He comes inside me, and I moan with him, my body alive with desire.
I want him to put a baby inside of me. I want to feel his seed take root.
* * *
Nicholas and I love playing the billionaire boss and virgin at night. It makes our relationship that much more exciting, especially now that his ex, Roberta, is completely out of the picture.
He’s stress free.
> Turns out that she wasn’t totally sold on our whole fiancee act at the party, but I think I’ve finally convinced her now.
First I sent her some provocative video footage of us ‘playing’ in the office, then I made sure to send her a photo of my very real and very expensive emerald cut diamond engagement ring, but finally I think it was the “save the date” to our wedding that finally sent her over the edge. That made it real for her. We are not pretending. We are getting married.
Wonder what she’ll think once she finds out we’re having a baby?
Yeah, even though my wonderful new fiance didn’t know how to get rid of his meddling ex, luckily, he has a secretary who did!
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Thank you for reading Faking For Mr. Pope. It is my debut novel, and I hope you enjoyed it. The next billionaire novel in the series is Virgin Escort For Mr. Vaughn and is also available in Kindle Unlimited.
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Also by Coco Miller
Big City Billionaires
Faking For Mr. Pope
Virgin Escort For Mr. Vaughn
Pretending for Mr. Parker
Red Bratva Billionaires
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VIKTOR
The Overwatch Division
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ASA
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Andolini Crime Family
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