Pretending For Mr. Parker (Big City Billionaires Book 3)

by Coco Miller

  Without touching my food, I lift my eyes to hers. Fascination with each other floats through the air as she smiles at me. I take a chance and lean in, brushing my lips to hers. Her cool amber eyes melt at my touch. She whispers my name softly but urgently, and I’m not sure if it’s because she is begging me to stop or begging me to take her somewhere more private.

  Unless she tells me differently, I decide to go with the latter. I signal for the waiter and pay the tab in almost a frenzied fashion. I rush us both to the car for Spencer to drive us to my home. Erika doesn’t say a word, but her eyes tell me everything I need to know.

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  Once we enter my penthouse suite, she glances around at all the fixtures. My place has white walls with large silver-plated lamps that hang from the ceiling. A huge bouquet of red-and-yellow flowers is the only color in the room; they sit atop a huge stainless steel table in the center of the foyer. Along the far wall is a huge black-and-white map of the world with all the places I have been highlighted in Baroque gold.

  “You keep a very clean home,” she says, walking around the room. “It’s beautiful in here.”

  I’m pleased that she likes it, and so I lead her into the living area which has a large white wrap-around sectional sofa that I think is kind of impressive if I do say so myself.

  “You like the couch? I picked it out myself. It’s Italian.”

  She giggles nervously. “I wouldn’t sit and eat on it, but it’s nice.”

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask her.

  She lowers her head and walks to stand in front of me. When she lifts her eyes to mine, she raises a hand and slowly starts to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes gloss over as she parts her lips and continues the journey down my shirt.

  A strong awareness of my heartbeat takes over my senses, and my nerve endings stand on end. My fingers ache to touch her as she unbuttons the next button. My mouth waters, and my cock strains against my pants. Both hands tremble with the need to touch her. I raise both arms and rest my hands along her hips.

  “Erika, are you sure?” I groan.

  She raises a hand to my mouth and quiets me. I suck on her long fingers as she brings her lips to mine.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t care that you’re my boss or that you’re paying me a gazillion dollars or that this isn’t real or–”

  I silence her as our lips finally crash together. Her fingers travel along my neck. Her lips against mine are the paradise I have been searching for. Yearning for.

  I step in closer to close the small distance between us and press my hardening dick against her flat stomach. She moans at the pressure, and I place my hands under her legs, pick her up in my arms, and head to the bedroom. I fling the doors open and slam them shut, with her body pressed up against the wall.

  “Turn around,” I command gruffly.

  She turns around and places both hands against the door with a thump. I run my hands along her hips and across her fine, firm ass. I yank her blouse out from her skirt, and she breathes restlessly. I lower my hand to the backs of her thighs and raise them up as I go under her skirt. My heart pounds as I feel her soft skin under my fingers.

  “Spread your legs,” I demand in a firm tone. I envisioned this so many times. I just want to take my time and savor all of her.

  She spreads her legs as I travel my hand further up her skirt and feel along her satin panties. She is soaked with pleasure, and so I tug them to the side to feel along her warm wetness. With my other hand I pull down her skirt zipper and the garment falls to the floor.

  I step back to look at her; the sight takes my breath away. Kneeling, I scoot closer to her and rub my face along her ass, bringing her panties down her legs. She steps out of them and I glide my hand up the inside of her thigh. I can smell the sweet scent emitting from her body and want desperately to get closer.

  “You’re so fucking perfect. Lean forward.”

  She presses her head on the door and sticks her ass closer to my face. Spreading her legs further with a quick jerk, I take her pussy in my mouth. Sucking along her wetness, I run my tongue across her clit. She lets out a soft moan as I plunge a finger deep inside her.

  Fuck, she is so tight.

  I continue sucking as she groans with pleasure. I run my tongue along her pussy again and slap her ass with my free hand. She yelps with excitement, and I continue to work on sucking her harder. She tastes amazing, smells amazing, and my entire body comes alive with desire.

  Rubbing my thumb along her clit while I suck her, she pants my name. Chance. Chance. She tastes so good that I never want to stop. I delve my tongue deep into her pussy as she clenches her inner walls around it. Her legs shake, and I stand with a jolt and grab one of her hands from the door. I jerk her to the bed and push her down on her back.

  Her blouse still clings to her body as I climb on top of her, my fingers unbuttoning button after button. I open her shirt and stare at her Chantilly-lace bra.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  She smiles and raises her hand to finish unbuttoning mine. I yank at my shirt as the buttons fly through the air. The sound of them cascading along the hardwood floor echos through the room.

  She sits up and runs her tongue along my smooth muscles. It feels like she is lighting my skin on fire. The heat between us hangs in the air, and I feel my heartbeat pound in my chest.

  I feel more alive than I have with any other woman in my life. She is so fucking beautiful—I will never get my fill of her.

  I grab at her knees and bring her legs further down the bed as she falls onto her back, legs dangling off the edge. I stand staring at the sight. She is so hot and ready for me. I kneel down on the floor and throw her legs over my shoulder.

  I pepper kisses along her thigh, lifting her ass off the bed. My body temperature rises as the feeling of her, hot and ready for me, rises in my chest. I slam my mouth into her pussy and suck as deep and as long as I can. I plunge my tongue into her sweet center as she grabs at my hair with her fingers. Her heels dig in, her body rocks, and she moans my name.

  Hot and needy, she moves beneath me. Her panting rising as her head falls along the bed, my hair twists in her fingers. A sob rises in my throat, although I quickly swallow it back down, as I realize this is probably one of the greatest nights I’ve ever had with a woman.

  Seconds pass and I rub her clit in circles with my thumb and finger. Sucking, clinging, feeling her pussy ride my face, I fuck her with my tongue. She rocks along my face with an urgency, moaning and groaning for more.

  Her orgasm is close; I can tell from her heat. I continue fucking her pussy with my face until I feel her knees tighten around my head. She bucks underneath, screaming an obscenity, and then releases her body along my tongue.

  “Dammit!!” she exclaims.

  My hard length throbs with need as she lets loose, her juices flowing. As soon as she came, her legs relaxed, and so I begin to travel up her body taking in each breast.

  Her eyes are fixed on me and she coos, running her fingers through my hair. I stare down at her, placing both hands beside her head. I was still standing on the floor with her underneath me. Is this really happening? I sink my lips against hers as she wraps her long, silky legs around my back.

  I lean up to look into her brown eyes. “I’ve been tested recently and I’m clean. Are you on birth control?” I ask.

  “Yes, I’m on the pill.” She brings her hands down to my zipper and begins to undo my pants as I shimmy out of them. “And I’m also clean if you actually give a damn,” she chuckles breathlessly.

  “That’s good, because I have to be inside of you now. I want to feel every part of you.”

  Rubbing, massaging down my dick, lining it up to her pussy, I knead my cock in my hands. Scooting her ass closer to my raging cock, begging and yearning for it, her breathing becomes labored.

  She moans my name again, and I slam my cock into her. I grab her ass, controlling her as I pound into her. I stand at the edge of the bed, slamming
, squeezing, and fucking her tightness.

  “You feel so good. Fuck.”

  She closes her eyes, arching her back off the bed, bucking her hips. I had never come alive this way with another woman before. The feeling of her wrapped around me was making me believe in things I never thought possible.

  Harder, faster, I plunge.

  Fuck, this is heaven.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I swear I’m not a neanderthal. I really want to be gentler with Erika, but fuck, all this pent up energy from the past few weeks of not being able to touch her exploded into this animalistic passion.

  Every time I’ve seen her over the past few weeks, I’ve wanted to take her to my bed; but imagining being with Erika is quite different than the reality of of being with her right now. I don’t want this to end.

  I slam my cock in further as she cries out, burying her face into my chest. Her body is on fire, and her walls are squeezing my dick into a beautiful, blissful state.

  I take my dick out of her before I come and flip her over on the bed. Ass up in the air, her head turned, glancing over her shoulder, she waits for me.

  I freeze, mesmerized, staring at her for a moment until she says, “Take me, baby.”

  I charge the bed, and saddle up right behind her, as I grab a handful of her juicy ass. Time stands still for me. The scent of her desire, the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers, were things I wanted to commit to memory.

  To make her orgasm again for me has now become my mission for the remainder of the night. So instead of slamming her with my cock, which so badly wants to be inside of her, I plunge a finger deep inside instead.

  I strum her clit with my thumb, finger-fucking her from behind. Leaning over her body as my fingers work their magic, I kiss her neck, and finally she turns her head.

  My tongue sticks out to meet hers and they tangle together in unbridled lust as her wetness covers my hand. Adding another finger to her wet core, I twirl my tongue around in her mouth.

  “I want you to come for me,” I say firmly.

  She grinds her body into my hands, cooing and awing, as I work my fingers harder, fucking deeper inside her.

  She is on the brink of coming undone, the smell of her sexual arousal is filtering through the air and making me hornier than I’ve ever been. My cock twitches, throbs, and wants to release deep inside of her.

  My body shakes with need as I position myself behind her. Begging to be freed by her, to be able to climb up to that magical place with her, is what I am aiming for. I will get us there.

  I slap her ass with my free hand.

  Her screams echo through the room.

  “I’m coming… Oh God,” she cries, as I continue my assault on her pulsing flesh. She lets out a string of curse words, releasing her cum all over my fingers.

  My cock struts forward as she sinks into the bed.

  She turns over as I smile down to her. “Do you want me to keep going, or have you had enough?” I ask.

  Her eyebrow raises and she smiles. “Come here.”

  She raises her arms to me, and I hang my head over her face. With each hand resting beside her face, I lean in, claiming her lips. These lips are mine now. I can have them whenever I want, and I need to make sure that she knows it. That she will never forget it.

  The thoughts that begin running through my head while kissing her frighten me. I’ve been with many women before and never felt attached to them. I’ve never felt strong feelings of ownership before. I can’t understand why I am feeling this way. Why am I thinking so primal? Like I want to mark her. Like I’m a sixteen year old kid who wants to give my girlfriend a hickie, so that everyone knows she’s mine.

  Why couldn’t I just fuck her and forget her? I was sure that all I needed to do to rid her of my system—was one seriously long, hard, fuck and I would be able to forget about her and move past these feelings.

  But now...as I sit here tasting her, feeling her, and making her fucking orgasm on my face—the feeling isn’t going away. It’s only growing stronger. That shit is scary. What I need is to fuck her raw, fuck her until my feelings of needing her go away.

  Yeah, maybe that will work.

  Grabbing my cock, it stands at attention as I glance down at Erika’s striking body. Her tits sit up straight off her body while she is flat on her back. Begging to be touched. Reaching down, I take one firm breast in my hand, I lean my head to the other breast and flick my tongue against her aroused nipple.

  She runs her fingers through my hair and moves them further down my back. Her nails rake my backside and she squeezes my ass, which ignites a blaze of desire. I moan against her sweet breast and lightly nip at her.

  The moonlight is shining through the windows and bounces off her perfect form. She is fucking perfect, and I grind my cock against her.

  I grab her bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger. “These lips are mine now,” I say, bringing her lips to my own. I fuck her mouth with my tongue as she pushes me down onto the bed. Flinging one leg over my body, straddling me and lining my cock up with her wet pussy, she sits down on me.

  Bouncing, riding, and grinding her body as she rides me, I put one hand on each hip and force her body down hard on me each time she raised up. Damn, it feels so good to have her riding me on my bed.

  Picking her up, and then throwing her underneath me, I plunge my cock deep into her. Then I grab her legs and throw them over my shoulders, plunging even deeper inside her.

  “Oh God, oh fuck,” she screams.

  “Do you like the way I fuck you?”

  Unable to speak she shakes her head yes, squeezing her eyes shut, her body obeying me. Her mouth is slightly open, so I raise my hand to it. Thrusting one finger into her mouth, she begins to suck on it.

  My other hand grabs at her ass so I can ram harder into her. God, she feels so fucking amazing. I lean my head back in ecstasy, and my heart pounds into my chest. My system is on overload while I fuck her senseless, screwing her until I wouldn’t need to ever fuck her again.

  “Do you like this dick?”

  I pump her pussy faster, harder, stroking my cock in, out, as far as I can go. I can hear horns blowing from the streets below, and I can hear Erika calling out my name repeatedly, but I no longer felt like me but more like a savage beast as I pumped faster and harder than I’d ever fucked before. I let out a loud guttural beast-like sound as I hear her yell that she is coming again.

  “Chance!” she cries.

  I smile as I look down at her. The moonlight from the windows dances across her skin and makes patterns against her nakedness. No longer feeling anything but pure heat, I squeeze her ass tighter and thank God for the enormous release that I know is coming.

  My orgasm is on the brink of exploding when I reach my hand down to play with her clit. I tighten my eyes closed and force myself to remain in control. My head is spinning faster; the sounds from the street grow louder, the noise hollowing me out. My cock pulses and finally releases deep inside her as I chant her name like a prayer.

  Erika. Erika. Erika.

  She throws her head down onto the pillow and lets out a deep breath. “Holy shit!”

  “Holy shit is right,” I say standing from the bed on shaky legs as she raises her head up.

  She cocks an eyebrow. “Where are you going?”

  “I was going to get us a glass of water. That was some workout, and I thought you’d be thirsty,” I say, opening the door to my room.

  “Very thoughtful of you,” she says before collapsing on the bed.

  I make my way into the darkness of the kitchen. I needed a moment to breathe, to collect my thoughts. Placing my hands on the cool, stainless steel countertop, I hang my head low and reflect. I have never had sex with a woman and wanted to do it again as soon as I’d finished.

  This is a motherfucking problem.

  I pour filtered water from my special faucet and walk to my room with each glass. When I open the door, Erika is fast asleep. I set the water glasses dow
n on the nightstand and stare down at her. She looks totally comfortable and almost serene. Her breathing is slow and steady, and she almost hums as she sleeps. Her hair is tousled across her face, so I lean over her to swipe it back. Gorgeous.

  I pull up a stool in my living room and sit down by the window to gaze at the moon and stars in the sky. I watch the majestic and strong city lights below cast warm hues across my apartment. I am fascinated by the city and watch it for some time.

  I heave a deep breath as I think about Erika. It’s official. One long, hard fuck hasn’t erased her from me. In fact, knowing how good she feels and tastes has now made me want her even more.

  I stand motionless for some time, pondering Erika. She is my employee and we are in the middle of a very unique arrangement, but then again, I am the boss. I can make any rule I want, and if I want to fuck the head of my marketing department, my fake fiancee, then by God I will. No one can tell me what to do.

  All I have to do is be sure to keep business and pleasure separate.

  I can do that, right?

  Chapter Fifteen

  The morning sun casts bright shadows across the room. I’ve been sitting in the armchair since dawn, watching her sleep. I have been observing her even breaths and the gentle way she moves her body.

  When she finally opens her eyes, she glances around the room not totally sure of where she is. When she spots me sitting in the chair, she smiles and scoots over, patting the bed for me to lie next to her.

  I rub my hand against my chin as I watch her pout with her eyes. She pats the bed again a little harder, and a smile breaks from my lips. Rising from my chair, I walk to the edge of the bed.

  “Is my fiancee hungry?” I ask her.

  She grins. “Starving.”

  “I know the perfect place. It’s Saturday, so it shouldn’t be too busy.” I kiss her cheek.

  “Okay, sounds great.”

  “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you last night,” I say.