Doctor Scandalous : A Fake Engagement Romance (Boston's Billionaire Bachelors Book 1)

by J. Saman

  Amelia has awoken a beast I scarcely knew existed inside me and now that I’ve found him, allowed him to come out to play, I have no intentions of corralling him or forcing him back into hibernation.

  Best of all, Amelia is right there with me. So unexpectedly wonderful, open, and uninhibited, it’s the opposite of how she can be in real life. I like to imagine it’s me. That this trust we’ve placed in each other is a two-way street. We’re bonded by this lie we’ve created and in forging that bond, it’s connected us in ways I had no clue you could be connected to someone.

  Still…

  “Oliver,” she rasps, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Someone could see us. Not to mention, I feel filthy and not in a hot way.”

  A smile spreads my lips. “You were attacked by a swan.”

  She laughs. “I sure was. I don’t think that’s the engagement interview your mother had envisioned.”

  “No. Probably not. But it’s a way better story.”

  She stares woefully down at her dress. “Another piece of clothing of Rina’s I’ll have to replace.”

  “You borrowed this from Rina? Why? I would have bought you something if you had wanted.”

  “I know you would have. It’s why I didn’t say anything.”

  I shake my head, bothered by that. She’s proud and determined and I get it. I respect it. At least, I think that’s what this is. Sometimes, I’m not so sure. Sometimes it still feels like she’s keeping something from me. But I have money. So much money. More than I could ever spend in a dozen lifetimes. Doesn’t she understand I’d give her anything she could ever want? That being with me means she doesn’t have to worry?

  I want to spoil this woman and she doesn’t let me.

  “I hate that you had to borrow a dress.”

  “It’s fine. Things tend to get tight by the…” She trails off, almost as if she caught herself admitting something she didn’t want to admit.

  “Why do things get tight?”

  She huffs. “Just drop it, please. I don’t want to talk about this.”

  She never does. Ever.

  I don’t know if it’s because she’s still cautious with me, about me, or if this is just how she is because she’s having trouble adapting. But I’m an all-or-nothing guy. Once I’m in with something, I’m in for it. And that’s where I am with her.

  I know my money makes her uncomfortable, but there’s nothing I can do about having it and wanting to spend it on her. I need her to open up to me—and she has, in so many ways—but she’s definitely holding something back.

  “Remember what I said about wanting to spoil you?”

  “I know. And you do. It’s just… I’m used to paying my own way. It’s important to me. Especially when I know people already believe I’m with you for your money. You have no idea how much that bothers me.”

  Hard to argue with that, so I let it drop for now.

  The elevator doors open on my floor, and I spin her around to face me, my mouth attacking hers as I walk her backward in the direction of my door. I unlock it, letting her enter, and then spinning her back around, pressing her dirty ass against my hard dick.

  “Go into the bathroom and get naked,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “Wait for me.”

  I give her a nudge and she sets off for my bedroom, throwing me a dark glance over her shoulder. I make you nervous, Amelia. Good. I push your limits. And I don’t just mean in the bedroom. Excellent.

  We have a lot to figure out, and this is still so new, but I want her.

  I want her big, stubborn heart. All of it. A brutal reminder I still have one I should be cautious with.

  Grabbing the small box that was delivered this morning, I walk it into my bedroom. Amelia is waiting for me in the bathroom and since I know my girl can be an impatient one, I’m going to make her wait just a bit longer. Build her suspense and anticipation. The dress she borrowed from Rina is hanging over the back of my chair, dirt side up, and I take a quick look at it.

  YSL.

  Shit. Rina won’t care, but Amelia will, so I make a note to talk to Rina about what happened so she can let Amelia off the hook. I’m happy to buy a new dress, but I know Amelia will fight me on it.

  Removing my clothes, I kick them to the side and then go for Amelia’s new toy. I switch it on, feeling the vibration against my palm, grinning like a deranged fool. It’s sleek and purple, and I can’t wait to watch her skin glow and her body tremble against it.

  I enter the bathroom to find a naked Amelia perched on the corner of the vanity, her legs crossed and arms folded over her breasts, an impatient scowl on her face. I set the vibrator down beside her and wordlessly turn on the shower, getting it hot and turning on the steam function.

  Amelia is holding the toy, her eyes dark as she caresses it making my dick jerk in her direction as if to say, don’t forget about me, I need love too.

  “Come here, pretty lady.” Before she can move, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her into the shower, sitting her down on the bench while kneeling before her. I spread her legs, loving how her breath always catches when I do that, and then lean in to place an open-mouth kiss against her sweet pussy.

  Her hands immediately dive into my hair, gripping me hard. “Oliver.”

  There it is. She’s primed.

  I turn on the toy, the sound vibrating loudly against the running water and marbled walls and floors. “Do you know what I really want to do with this toy?”

  “What?” she asks, her voice breathy and hoarse.

  “Fuck your pussy with it while I take your ass.”

  “Jesus, Oliver.”

  Her head falls back against the tile.

  “I haven’t done that before. Anal. Life of a playboy and an unadventurous girlfriend before it doesn’t really lend itself to that. Do you think that’s something we could try?”

  “Now?” Her eyes are wider than a full moon and just as luminous.

  “If you’re game, I am.”

  She starts to pant, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “I’ve never… you know… either.”

  “Don’t move.”

  I press a kiss to her lips and quickly hop out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist and heading for my nightstand, where I retrieve a bottle of lube. In a flash, I’m back in the shower, setting it beside her on the bench.

  “Oliver.”

  I love it when she does that. When she gets nervous and loses her words, but always starts and ends with my name. It says I’m all that’s on her mind. The one thing she can make sense of and wants the most. At least, I hope that’s what it means because I think I’m falling for her. I think I fell for her that night at the reunion. The moment those gray eyes looked up, and she stunned me breathless with her beguiling beauty.

  I turn the toy back on using the remote, pouring some of the lube onto it, but unable to remove my gaze from hers. She’s mesmerized. Nervous as hell, but so far, very willing to try whatever I have in my head if the look in her eyes is anything to go by.

  “Do you know why I purchased this specific toy?”

  “No.” She can barely catch her breath.

  “Because it can do this...” Slowly, with my eyes on hers, I rub one side against her opening while the other finds her clit.

  “Oh shit!” she yells, jerking back into the wall, her hand flying out to my shoulder where her nails dig in. “Oliver. Oh my god!”

  “Is it too much?”

  “What setting is it on?”

  Settings. Right. I press a button on the remote and the vibration sound instantly lowers. “Better?”

  “Yes. Holy hell, I think I nearly died a second ago.”

  I laugh, leaning in and kissing her. “Sorry. Can we try again?”

  Reaching between us, she covers my hand holding the toy and brings it back to her, moving it around, showing me what she likes. It’s the hottest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I’m about two seconds from coming like a teenager watchin
g his first porn.

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “Like that. I like that.”

  Holy fuck. This woman. This goddamn woman. She absolutely owns me.

  Her hand falls to her side, her head back, and her eyes closing as I slip one side of the toy inside her hot, wet channel, the other angling up and tickling her clit.

  “Good?” I rasp, clearing my throat. For the first time with her, I’m the one at a loss for words.

  “So good.”

  My mouth crashes against hers, needing to taste and feel her moans and whimpers as they climb from the back of her throat. Her back arches and she grinds into my hand, fucking the vibrator. God, she’s so beautiful. My lips find her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples. Her skin is red and wet, her body slipping the closer she gets to her release.

  “I want to feel you,” she gasps. “I want more of you.”

  I squirt some lube onto my fingers, finding her tight ring at the back. She jerks against me, her eyes snapping open, her mouth agape. I increase the pressure, slipping my lubricated finger in and out of her ass as the toy continues to work her pussy.

  “Good?”

  She nods, her breath stalled in her throat.

  I look down, entranced, watching the toy, watching my finger, watching her body.

  “You’re going to leak all over my fingers when you come on this toy.” I slip another finger in her, stretching her, feeling how tight she is, the way her muscles fight, and I groan, so turned on and ready I can hardly stand it.

  “Oliver. Holy hell. I-It’s a lot. A lot of pressure. I’m so close.”

  “Don’t come yet.”

  She lets out a strangled laugh. “Are you kidding?” she pants, her hand gripping my shoulder like a vise. “I have to. Oh, my god. I have to. Oliver!”

  I continue to stretch her, scissoring my fingers back and forth as the toy continues to fuck her. A scream pierces the air, reverberating off the hard surfaces as she convulses around me, scratching her nails into my flesh.

  My mouth claims hers, whispering every thought as it enters my head into her. Telling her how beautiful she is. How amazing. How sexy. How I can’t wait for my cock to replace my fingers, which it will the second she’s done coming. On and on her orgasm goes and when she finally sags against the wall, her breathing ragged, I pick her up and drop myself onto the bench where she was just sitting, positioning her on my lap instead.

  I turn off the toy, setting it beside us, knowing I’ll likely use it again in a moment. Amelia is limp against me, but I know she feels what I’m doing. I know she hears the lube as I squirt it onto my hand and coat my dick with it.

  Her breath hitches and she stiffens against me.

  “I’ll go slow. Just remember to breathe and relax. I’ll go slow,” I promise her again, adjusting her as I start to gently toy with her sensitive clit, using my other lubed hand to play with her asshole. “Did it feel good, baby? Did it feel good having my fingers inside your ass while the toy was inside your pussy?”

  “Yes.” A whisper.

  I start sucking on her neck, kissing and licking her, working her up with my fingers to the point where she’s needy once more. Writhing and ready for me. And then, I lift her hips, positioning my cock against her forbidden hole while ever so slowly sinking myself inside her.

  She shifts, rocking her body as she tries to adjust, the feel so damn tight, stars erupt behind my eyes. My lungs empty as I go in and out, each time sinking in just a little deeper, moving past her tight ring of muscles.

  “You doing okay?”

  She’s silent again. Other than her heavy breathing, she’s not talking.

  “Amelia?” I pinch her nipple, bringing her back.

  “Yes. I’m okay. It’s… it burns a little.”

  Reaching over, I grab the toy, turning it back on to a gentle hum and rubbing it against her clit. “Focus on that. Focus on me filling you up. On how good it feels.”

  “Okay. Keep doing that.”

  Deeper and deeper, I go until I’m fully seated inside her. She takes the toy from my hand, using it to play with herself, and I bend her forward, grasping her hips while fucking her, watching how my cock slides in and out. She starts to bounce with me, moving in time with my slow thrusts, and when she inserts the toy inside her, I nearly explode, feeling the vibrations through the thin membrane.

  But God. This feeling. How tight she is. How deep inside her I am. How crazy, sexy, fucking beautiful she is. How bold and brave and trusting she is. My hand wraps around her hair, twisting the wet strands around my fist and jerking her head back so I can kiss her.

  This woman… this woman is my absolute everything.

  Never in my life have I felt like this with someone, so connected, so a part of them.

  We continue to move, to kiss, to fuck all the while steam and water surround us. But it is just us. There is nothing else. No outside world. No media or lies. Nothing fake.

  She picks up her pace, her thighs trembling the closer she gets, and I know I won’t be able to hold off much longer. She feels too good.

  I pump harder and harder, deeper and deeper until she grips my cock so tight, I bellow, gritting my teeth while she comes harder than I’ve ever seen her come. Violent and thrashing, I abandon her hips, holding her against me so she doesn’t fall, toying with her breasts which only seems to drive her higher.

  The second she’s done, I pull out of her, jerking my cock and coming all over her back and ass in thick white ropes, yelling out an orgasm so deep it consumes every cell in my body, taking over time and space. Shattering me to pieces before rebuilding me whole.

  Just like Amelia.

  “Christ. That was…”

  “Mmmmm.”

  That’s all either of us has left after that.

  I wrap her up in my arms, holding her impossibly close, making sure she’s okay. That I didn’t hurt her. That she loved it as much as I did. She kisses me, reassuring me that she’s good and that she did love it too. And then we get up, my hands washing her hair and body, still needing to touch her, to be close to her.

  Hoping she’s as deep into this with me as I evidently am with her. It’s hit me like a tidal wave. It’s crazy. The way she makes me feel. The things that are happening between us.

  How do I keep her when everything we’ve outwardly been doing has been based on an outlandish pile of lies? How do I convince her I’m sincere when nothing we’ve done up until this point is? And what happens when our arrangement ends, and I can’t let her go?

  26

  OLIVER

  “I have a problem,” I announce, leaning back into the leather of my sofa, dragging my bourbon with me because it’s one of those nights. Well, one of those days really. Step one in any addiction is admitting you have a problem. Right? I mean, that’s what we learn in med school. So that’s what I just did.

  Still, all I can think about is fucking Amelia’s ass yesterday. Is how badly I want to do it again. I’m obsessing over the idea of her sitting on my face, so I can eat her pussy out and she can say my name the way she always does. I think at this point, calling it a problem is a disastrous understatement. It obviously goes way beyond my sexual need for her. But again, I get lost and hung up in a bubble of desire the second I picture her.

  Now that’s a problem.

  “Agreed,” Grace says with a scowl as she glares into the jar of crunchy peanut butter. “This is almost empty. How am I supposed to stress eat an entire row of Oreos if I don’t have crunchy peanut butter to eat them with? Do you have any idea what an OB-GYN residency is like? You’re done with your residency in six weeks and already have multiple job offers. I have two more years left on this bitch and let me tell you, birthing women are no joke. Plus, my attending is a dick.”

  “Hey,” Carter snaps. “I am not. And for the record, Oreos with crunchy peanut butter is fucking nasty.”

  Grace shoots him a glare that threatens to murder him where he sits.

  I groan, stopping this before the two of
them really get going. “Grace, it’s like you don’t even know me. I have a fresh jar for you up in the cabinet. It’s the organic non-stir, just how you like it. I also have fluff, and if you’re really having a bad day, sour gummy worms.”

  Carter makes a gagging sound at that last one. The man can’t stand anything gummy.

  My best friend smiles a smile at me that says I get her and her weird food addictions. “You’re a prince among mere mortals. Now tell me about your latest problem and I’ll do what I can to help.”

  I open my mouth, ready to launch into a tirade over the fact that I’m starting to fall for Amelia—that alone is a problem given how much I hate on love—and there’s the whole fake engagement thing to work out now that we’re together, when my front door bursts open. Brecken Davenport, Rina’s boyfriend, comes strolling in like he lives here, his eyes on his phone.

  “Nice of you to show up,” I deadpan. “We finished the pizza an hour ago.”

  “I walked Rina into work,” he says, slipping his phone into his jeans pocket and taking a seat beside me on the couch, helping himself to an empty glass and filling it with bourbon from the bottle I have out. “I hate it when she works night shifts. I know she loves them because she says that’s when shit really goes down in the ICU, but with her working nights and me working days, I don’t get to see her.” He lifts the lid of the empty pizza box. “You really didn’t save me any? Not even a slice?”

  “Evidently we’re stress eating,” Carter says, winking at Grace who again looks like she’s ready to flay him alive. I have no idea what happened between them today at work, but clearly, it was something.

  “Dick,” she mutters at him under her breath.

  “Right,” Brecken says with a scowl. “So…”

  “There’s a sub in the fridge if you want to eat it. Chicken parm. I had gotten it for Amelia, but she stayed home to have a movie night with Layla.”

  Brecken slaps my shoulder, hopping off the couch and heading into the kitchen to heat up Amelia’s sub.

  “You said something about a problem?” Carter questions against the sound of slamming cabinets and fridge doors.