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

by Coco Miller

  We walk through the door and up a tiny staircase. When we reach the top, I open the door and lead her out onto the rooftop of the building. A vast infinity pool stretches across the roof, and Erika’s eyes widen at the sight of it.

  “Oh wow, it looks like the water is running off the edge of the building,” she says. “It’s beautiful.”

  The roof was dark. All there was, was a soft blue light shining from inside the pool. The infinity pool takes up most of the rooftop and, like Erika noticed, the edge of the pool is flush with the edge of the roof, making it appear as if the water runs down to the ground below.

  She turns and smiles as I take off my shoes.

  “Now I want you to give yourself to me tonight, Erika. No questions asked. Okay?”

  She stares into my gray eyes as she wavers for a moment.

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  “Good. Now take off your clothes and get into the water.”

  She complies by taking off her red dress and laying it across a chair. She lowers her black lace panties down her long legs and removes her bra. She lowers her toe into the water and looks up at me to see what comes next.

  So obedient.

  I sit down in the chair and watch her. Admiring the view. She walks down the steps until she is waist-deep in the cool water which quickly brings her nipples to attention. My eyes rest on the firmness of each. Imagining my lips wrapped around each one.

  I unzip my pants as she floats through the water.

  “Rub your hands over your breasts,” I demand while I stand to remove my pants and boxers.

  She stands so her breasts are out of the water and raises a hand to each one, cupping them and running her fingers over each nipple.

  “Mmm, that’s good,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt. I lower my shirt to the ground and sit back on the chair, naked.

  She continues to work on her tits as I grab my hard cock in my hand. I rub my thumb over the tip and watch her closely. She closes her eyes as she squeezes herself.

  “Now, lower one hand to your pussy and play with yourself,” I command.

  She fixes her gaze on me as she lowers a hand to play with herself. She keeps her other hand on her breast, taking a deep breath as she bites her bottom lip.

  Fuck, she is hot.

  I want to take her right here in the pool but don’t want to rush things either. I can’t see her hand under the water as she plays with her pussy, but I know she is working herself well by the tiny moans that escape her mouth. Her moans float like butterflies to my ears and make me flush with desire; a pure primal heat that makes my heart race.

  “I want you to stick a finger deep inside that tight pussy of yours,” I say as I continue rubbing myself.

  She drops her head back and parts her lips. Her hair floats on the water, and she moves the hand that is on her breast across her lips. The feeling of not touching her is debilitating to my system. I need her.

  “Do you want me to touch you?” I ask gruffly.

  She shoots her head back up, and her hazy eyes seek me out. She whimpers a “yes,” and I stand from the chair, step into the water, and make my way toward her. I grab her by the wrist of the hand she is feeling herself with and raised her fingers to my lips. I suck hard on her finger and taste her sweet wetness on my tongue.

  “Fuck, you taste so good. Did you like fingering yourself for me?”

  She nods her head yes, and I drop her hand. Turning her around with a quick jerk, I move our bodies to the edge of the water.

  I lean her over the edge to where she looks down to the streets below, almost as if she is hanging over the edge. I shift her legs apart, then run my hand along her inner thigh, and line my cock up against her pussy.

  I enter her hard and fast, and she lets out a yelp. Leaning her further as I held my hands along her hips, I slam my cock in and out of her tightened sex. The water splashes over the side of the pool into the depths below with every thrust.

  She screams with pleasure as she spreads her legs farther. Her hands are holding onto the edge, and I raise one hand and fist it in her hair.

  My system was on the brink of breaking down. I pull her head closer to me as I speak in her ear. “You want this don’t you, baby. I know you like the way I fuck you.”

  She pushes her ass further into my stomach as I kept slamming my cock deep inside her. The night was only beginning, and I had big plans for her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  After we finish fucking in the pool, it’s time for a change of scenery, and I have us make our way down to the garage. When the garage opens, my Harley-Davidson motorcycle is parked along the far wall. Erika’s eyes land on the bike and her lips part. She’s impressed. Good. She sucks in a deep breath and turns to face me.

  “Are we going to ride that?” she asks pointing to the bike. I silently nod my head then grab a helmet from the bike and hand it to her.

  I throw my legs over the bike and sit down on it. She nestles up behind me, and I rev the engine. The bike shakes as it starts up, and Erika grabs onto me tighter. I open the garage with a remote and pull out onto the streets.

  I speed up as the need to feel her overcame me. My heartbeat pulses, and my veins work overtime to pump my heated blood through my system. I arrive to the bridge I had taken her to during our walk after the company dinner, and I drive my bike along the bridge, then parked it in the center.

  The traffic screeches and races beneath us, and I chose this spot because I want to feel her here. I dismount and turn to see Erika looking over the other side of the bridge. Her dress flies up all around her as her hair pool curly hair tangles in the wind.

  “Come here, sexy,” I say.

  She turns on her heel and smiles as she makes her way closer to me. I sit her down sideways on my bike so her back rests up against the railing and her legs hang off the side of my bike. I stand in front of her and run my fingers through her hair. I love it curly like this.

  The wind takes hold of her dress and raises it for me, showing off her panties underneath. I scowled at her. “What are you doing wearing these?” I grab her panties and bunch the sides in my fist.

  She laughs as she takes them off, and I smile back at her. Her flirty saunter takes me by surprise as she lowers her panties to the ground. She picks them up and hands them to me.

  Such a good girl.

  I ball them into my fist and throw them into the traffic below. She sucks in a deep breath and looks at me with a pouty lip. “Those were my favorite pair.”

  “I’ll buy you more,” I say, as I take her bottom lip into my mouth. She sits back down on the bike, and our kiss becomes urgent.

  Her tongue dances along mine as the traffic below flies along the busy roads. Vehicles blur into a frenzied madness as they whiz by, unaware that I’d be fucking the most beautiful girl in the world right here above them.

  This will be my finest moment, taking Erika in one of my most favorite places. She leans against the bike with her back against the fence, and I suck on her lower lip. Fuck, this was hot. Insanity tears at my fingertips as I hike up her left leg. Throwing it over my hip, I lean into her as I gnaw at her shoulder.

  She cries out in ecstasy as my hand rests atop her pelvic bone. “Do you want me to take you here?” I ask. There is a glint of excitement in her dreamy eyes.

  “Yes,” she answers. Then she spreads her legs wider as she licks her lips in anticipation.

  “I want that tongue on my cock first,” I say as I grab a fistful of her hair. She leans off the bike into a standing position.

  “Do you want me to suck your dick here?” She waves her hands around to showcase our very obvious metropolitan surroundings. I wink to her as a mischievous smile spreads across my face.

  She doesn’t question me again but lowers to her knees on the gravel and looks up at me. Her big brown eyes stare adoringly straight through me. Then she grabs my cock in her hands and licks the tip. I raise my head toward the heavens as the feeling of her tongue jolts my system with a
shock. Her lips encase my dick, and she sucks almost expertly along the shaft.

  I raise my arms toward the sky while she works my cock. I listen as the traffic flies past us, and I see the sky illuminated with stars and the city lights. It’s a magical moment.

  Erika rakes her nails across my balls lightly. I moan at the touch and almost lose control. Fuck, her mouth can do wonders and make me feel like I am the only man in the world.

  “Erika, your lips are so perfect,” I scream. A highlighted sense of déjàvu sweeps over me as she sucks me off. Her lips work their magic to make me succumb to the feeling of wanting her in the worst way.

  I lower my head back down to stare at her. Looking down at her, I fall into a trance. My veins pump blood through my system in an accelerated rate and my heart pounds violently.

  A volcano-type orgasm is about to erupt, and I curse her name as I fist her hair around my fingers. She cups my balls in her hands and sucks harder as I release myself down her throat.

  “Oh my god, Erika!” I exclaim as I release.

  I help her to her feet as she grins at me. She is happy that she could control me. That she could make me crumble in her mouth. Hell, I’m happy that she could too.

  I hop on the bike and pat behind me for her to jump on. She lifts her leg over the back of the bike and saddles up behind me, gripping my body tightly with her bare pussy.

  I rev the engine a few extra times allowing the vibration of the motor to massage her pussy. She grips the sides of me tightly each time I do it.

  I could probably make her come if I did it long enough, but there’s plenty of time for that. I have her the whole weekend. So I take off down the street, and smile as the rush of wind snaps at my face.

  Tonight is one of the best nights of my life, and I don’t want it to end. I want to do so many more things to her this weekend, and as we fly down the road on my bike, not knowing where the road will take us, I lean back into Erika’s arms.

  Content as all hell.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Shh,” I whisper to Erika as we push the elevator button. She giggles quietly as the elevator doors open.

  We step inside a glass elevator that overlooks the many floors above. The building is a skyscraper that houses offices and fancy restaurants during the day. There is a shopping complex on the lowest floor, but I want to travel higher. In an intoxicating state with Erika, I want to soar. She moves me to do things, to be daring, to challenge myself.

  As the elevator doors close, our lips find each other. Hers are soft and sweet; I savor them. I run my hand down her neck as she purrs for me. Pressing her body against the cool glass of the elevator walls, I turn her around. With both of us watching as we ride the elevator up to the top floor, I jerk her right leg over and slide my hand up her thigh. Her legs part easily for me as she leans her head onto my shoulder.

  She moans my name reverently as I unzip my trousers. I lean her against the glass as we watched ourselves rise; each of our sensations heightened.

  Her sounds turn me on, and the elevator seems to speed up, our bodies grinding against each other as I spread her legs a little further. With a quick jerk, I entered her swiftly.

  “Yesssss,” she hisses.

  Fucking her from behind as the elevator races to the top floor, I am ignited by a sense of freedom I’ve never felt before. The floors sweep by in a blur as I feel the insides of Erika’s sweet body. Pumping myself into her over and over becomes almost rhythmic. Like a great song with high notes and heavy bass.

  I grab a handful of her hair as she moans louder. My body is on fire, the sense of urgency coursing through me, my system on high alert. God, this girl’s fucking beautiful. Her lips part and pant, and she fogs the glass with every breath.

  The fact that we were in a glass elevator with the chance of being seen by prying eyes didn’t stop me. I wanted the world to see, everyone to see, this perfect union. Her body fits perfectly with mine, and I want to show her off to the whole population of this crazy city.

  Is this how men feel about their fiancees? Is this why people turn their whole lives inside out and do things they would never do before? Is this why for some people, business can take a backseat to family?

  I have never before felt so in tune with the lights and cosmos of the city. It’s as if every light flashes for me, and every tick of the clock ticks for me. The world centers around me, and in this moment I own it. I own the stars that hang in the sky; they twinkle for me. I own the pebbles of sand beneath our feet that created the world for me to walk on. Most of all, I own Erika; at least tonight I do. She knows it, I know it, and now I want the world to know it.

  She has landed in my life at a time I needed her most. She knows how to work me, how to satisfy me, how to make me laugh and how to soothe me.

  My cock pumps inside her as she cries in ecstasy. I am determined to find every pleasure point she has. I want to make sure she feels everything I am feeling. Every pore of her body needs to feel the wrath of my sexual fury.

  I am fucking falling for this girl, and I don’t know what to do about the emotions that are flying through my head. Why was this one girl, this one woman, making me feel things I have never felt? More importantly, what was I going to do about them?

  I feel like I have known her for years, yet here I am, fucking her senseless in the glass elevator of some random skyscraper and I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want more. More, more, and fucking more with this one.

  As the elevator rises, she breathes heavily against the window, creating a soft fog on the glass. My body is coming undone as we ride higher. When we finally reach the top, she lets out a thunderous wail. I grab her hair and pump her harder just for good measure. The elevator dings, and I slam the button to return back to the ground level.

  The lights from the building reflect off the glass, casting prisms around us. Erika’s body tenses as she looks to the ground.

  “Chance, there’s somebody down on the lower level.”

  “I don’t care who sees.” I say as I run my fingers down her back. Her skin feels alive with an energy I couldn’t quite describe and that’s way more important right now.

  I continue to run my fingers up and down her back as my cock sinks deeper. She hums as my body fills her to capacity, and I slam harder into her as she willingly takes it.

  The elevator is dropping through the building, and I can see the ground approaching us. Grabbing her hair, I plunge deeper and feel my orgasm on the brink of overflowing. The closer the ground comes up to us, the closer I come to coming undone.

  Erika takes my dick like a pro; she moans and groans as I let my body take control and give itself to the fundamental element of reaching my highest moment, my moment of glory, the moment where I become closest to death. The heightened sense of feeling everything all at once and then nothing at all. The rush of being inside her was all-consuming. It will forever haunt me. My body works itself into a frenzied state and then comes crashing down altogether.

  “Goddammit!”

  As my heartbeat slows, I turn Erika around, and notice her eyes are alive with wonder. She seems a little nervous as the elevator pings on the ground floor. I pull down her dress, we exit the elevator and then we turn the corner.

  “Stop right there,” a security guard yells.

  Erika freezes in place but I grab her hand and yell, “Run!”

  I squeeze her hand tighter as my legs come back to life and we run. She keeps up with me as we round another corner. The exit is right in front of us—just a few more feet to go and we would be free of the place.

  Once we have a big lead on the security guard, I start laughing in relief. I turn to check on Erika and she’s giggling as well.

  The high and adrenaline rush from having sex and being caught were astounding. As we reach the door, cool wind air rushed through Erika’s hair and whips it straight behind her. Her laughter sends chills down my spine as we stand on the street.

  The security guard reaches th
e glass door and seems unsure if he should come outside to reprimand us or remain inside and lock the door. He opens the door as my eyes shoot over to Erika’s. Her eyes bulge. To keep things spontaneous I didn’t make Spencer drive for us, so I raise my hand to hail a taxicab to get us out of here.

  Luckily a cab comes flying down the road and comes to an abrupt halt in front of us. I pull the handle to the door, and it flies open. I usher Erika inside and take one last look at the guard rushing outside toward us.

  Hopping into the taxi, I yell, “Airport! Go!” to the driver.

  Nestled safely into the backseat of the car, I let out a huge breath. Erika continues to pant as I take in her beauty. Her eyes sparkle, reflecting the bright lights of the city: the reds, blues, and yellows play against her skin, blurring my fantasy and my reality of what the two of us are doing together.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  On Monday Bennett meets me in my office with a somber look.

  “We lost the vote.”

  “What do you mean? The bank vote?”

  Panic starts to swell inside of me.

  “Someone on the inside sold us out.”

  “Inside of what?” I was having a hard time following what Bennett meant.

  All I’ve been thinking about is my weekend with Erika, and how I’m going to have to finally tell her that our “arrangement” is over. That I don’t even want to play this charade anymore. That I want what’s between us to be real. One hundred percent real.

  Will she stay after I fulfill my end of the contract and pay her millions of dollars? Has this all been pretend for her? Does she have any real feelings for me? Am I setting myself up for a huge heartbreak?

  “What are you not understanding. Someone who works here sold us out,” Bennett says slowly. “Someone who is probably working with Fox. We lost the vote, and he is coming after us.”

  It’s all starting to sink in. While I was playing Christian Grey all damn weekend, Fox was stealthily and systematically trying to ruin me.