Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

by Ajme Williams

  “I think the new assistant wants my job.” I shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal, even though it was. I didn’t like the uncertainty it brought. I knew acting like a jealous bitch wasn’t the answer either so Sinclair’s sending me off to sort my attitude out was probably a good idea.

  “Wanting your job and getting it are two different things. Everyone knows there’s no one as organized as you. Plus, when it comes to gatekeeping, the Mayor can’t do any better at keeping the riff-raff away than you.”

  My lips twitched up slightly. He was right. I was good at keeping annoyances away from the mayor. But then I remembered how familiar Brooke was around the mayor and how he seemed to enjoy her attention.

  “I suspect it won’t matter. I think he has a hardon for her.” I downed the whiskey and considered asking for another. But no. Showing up to work half-lit was a sure way to get fired.

  Ryder came around the bar. He swiveled my chair around and put his hands on my shoulders, massaging them. The woman in me wanted to give in to him. To let him soothe my irritated soul. But it was dangerous to start relying on a man.

  Still, what would one moment of letting Ryder’s strength boost my mood hurt? I leaned forward and rested my head against his chest.

  He slid his hands around my back and held me. I waited for him to start giving me advice, like everything would be okay or I was the best damned administrative assistant, which I was, or something like that. I’d of course tell him things wouldn’t be all right or being good at my job didn’t matter. As if he knew, he didn’t say anything. He simply held me.

  He kissed my temple, as he tightened his hold. Something inside my chest loosened a bit at his actions. I wrapped my arms around him, wanting his strength even as my brain warned me it was dangerous.

  He dipped his head, kissing my neck, sending little flutters of arousal through me. I widened my legs and pulled him between my thighs until his dick nested against my pussy.

  He groaned and started to pull away. “He’s got a mind of his own, sorry.”

  I held him tighter, wanting him to stay close. “Why are you sorry?”

  He gave me a sheepish grin. “Because I want to support you and help you feel better. But when you’re near, my dick can’t help but want other things.”

  I looked into his blue eyes and felt a crazy urge to have him fuck me on the bar. I gripped his t-shirt and pulled him to me, planting my lips on his. Immediately, I turned up the kiss, which was crazy. We were in a public place. I was a woman of control. And yet here I was, essentially giving him a fuck-me-now kiss.

  He moaned and ground his dick against my pussy. “Tell me this is what you want.”

  “This is what I want.”

  He kissed me hard and then with a jerk, pulled away, took my hand and dragged me to the back of the restaurant. A few of the staff were preparing for the dinner crowd, but we passed them in a blur.

  He pulled me into the office, shutting and locking the door behind us. He pushed me against the desk as his hands lifted the skirt of my dress and his fingers hooked into my panties, yanking them down.

  He then undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the fly.

  “Ryder?” My pussy was so hot with need.

  “Yes, baby.” He maneuvered me to sit on the desk, unzipping the back of my dress and pulling it down. He unclasped my bra and moaned as my breasts fell free.

  “Will you eat me?” I said as his hands kneaded my breasts.

  “Whatever my goddess wants.” He gave each of my nipples a gentle tug with his teeth and then dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs open. “So wet for me.” He dragged his finger between my pussy lips and then, looking up at me, he sucked his finger into his mouth. It was so hot that I could feel more of my juices flowing to my pussy.

  “Relax, baby,” he said. “Let me take care of you.” Then his mouth was on me. It took me a moment to completely let go, but once I did, I was in heaven. The things he could do with his tongue and lips were sinfully erotic. It didn’t take long before I was whimpering and teetering on the edge of orgasm.

  I ran my fingers through his hair to hold him to me. “I’m coming,” I gasped. “Yes.” Pleasure burst through, making my hips rock against his mouth to get the most out of the sensations coursing through my body.

  “More?” he asked, lightly licking my clit when I’d finally come down from the blissful high.

  “Yes.”

  He started to lick me again, but I gripped his head.

  “Fuck me this time.”

  He stood, his expression a mixture of passionate need and awe. “I love how you’re not shy about asking for what you want. It’s a fucking turn on.”

  There was something about that statement that hit me in the heart. I gripped his head and pulled him to me in another scorching kiss.

  As he kissed me, he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down. Then he gripped my hips, and in a single thrust, he joined his body with mine. Crazy feelings jumbled in my chest. Feelings of warmth and gratitude and something else I didn’t want to name. I pushed it away and instead focused on the feel of him, pulsing and throbbing with life inside me. This I could allow. The physical connection. The enjoyment of our bodies giving and seeking pleasure. So I gave myself over to him.

  13

  Ryder

  This was an unexpected turn of events. I’d never in a million years think Trina would come to me when she was in need of support or a pick-me-up. I also didn’t think she’d want to fuck in the back office of the Salvation Station. And yet both of these things were happening. Did that mean she was loosening up and coming around to me? God, I hoped so.

  Trina wasn’t a sentimental person. She wasn’t one to show her feelings except annoyance and anger. As such, she also wasn’t one to want to hear them. She wouldn’t like me telling her that I wanted more than friends-with-benefits or that I wanted us to continue to be a couple after our fake marriage ended. My only option for showing her how much I wanted her was through sex. And so, I gave her everything I had.

  I wasn’t joking when I told her that I liked that she could tell me what she wanted. It wasn’t just arousing; it was a relief. I had enough experience with women to know all the erotic parts of a woman’s body. I knew what to stroke or suck or rub to get them off, but that didn’t mean they all enjoyed the same things. I’d been with women who didn’t like me going down on them. I was with a woman once who only liked traditional missionary style on a bed. No doggy style. No fucking on a couch or table.

  Trina seemed open to anything I wanted, and even initiated a few ideas of her own. And the fact that she felt comfortable and confident to tell me what she wanted, what she needed, that was fucking erotic.

  Seeped inside her on my desk in Salvation Station, I felt like I’d come home. Like her pussy was built just for me. She was wet and tight, her sweet walls massaging my dick sending electric currents through my bloodstream.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked, withdrawing and slowly sliding in again, loving how her pussy sucked me back in.

  “Yes.” Her legs wrapped around my hips pulling me tighter each time I thrust forward.

  “You like my cock, Katrina?” I watched her as I moved slowly in and out of her. She was normally a guarded woman, but when I fucked her, she seemed to let her walls come down. Her eyes were clear, even as they were filled with desire. I didn’t see suspicion or irritation in them, as I usually saw. All I saw in her pretty gray eyes were need and desire for me. I planned to fulfill her every need and desire for as long as she’d let me.

  “Yes,” she gasped as I rubbed my thumb over her clit.

  “Tell me what else you like.”

  “Hard and fast.”

  I picked up speed, wanting to make her happy. Wanting her to see that we didn’t just fit physically, but emotionally as well. Yes, we were opposites, but we were a yin and yang. Opposites did attract.

  “Like that?” I gripped her hips to hold her in place as I rammed my dick in
side her, harder, faster.

  She moaned. “Yes. So good, Ryder…” She lay back over my papers and relinquished her pleasure to me. The fact that this strong, independent, untrusting woman surrendered to me was a heady feeling. Something shifted in my chest that made me uncomfortable. It was a warmth but also a sense of doom. As if a warning went off to be careful because I could get burned.

  I pushed it away and instead focused on Trina and her pleasure. Even as my dick grew painfully hard, as my own need to come clawed at me, I kept my attention on her.

  “Come on my cock, Katrina. Take me to heaven with your sweet pussy,” I said in a strangled tone as pressure to come gathered in my balls.

  She moaned, her head swiveling side to side. Her tits bounced each time I thrust in. My balls slapped against her ass. I wished we could stay like this forever even as I wanted so badly to come.

  “Pinch your tits, baby,” I said. I knew her nipples were sensitive and would take her to the final destination. For a moment, I thought she’d resist, but then her fingers gripped her tits and pulled. Her pussy contracted and her hips rocked. She was nearly there. I was precariously close to beating her to the finish line.

  I licked my thumb and forefinger and then gently pinched her clit, pulling and rubbing it.

  She cried out, her body going taut and squeezing my dick so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t come off. White lights blasted behind my eyes as my own orgasm rocketed through me.

  “Fuck, yes…I love your pussy,” I ground out as I pummeled my dick in and out of her like a fucking freight train barreling down the tracks. My cum shot out, stream after stream, filling her until it dripped onto the floor.

  When I finished, I collapsed on her, pulling her to me. “You fucking rock my world,” I managed through my gasps.

  Her hands pressed on my chest. “Me too.”

  Good, I thought. There was so much about me that she thought was lacking. At least here, giving her pleasure, was one thing I did right.

  I stayed seeped inside her as I straightened and pulled her up to sit. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her. “You seem more relaxed now.”

  She laughed. “Sex therapy definitely works.” She looked at her watch. “Crap. I have to get to work.”

  I withdrew from her and reached over to get the box of tissues on my desk. I gave her a few tissues and then took a few to clean myself up and wipe the mess on the floor.

  “I never knew sex could be this messy,” she quipped as she wiped away my cum.

  “Me neither. It must be you.” I winked at her.

  She blushed. Seriously. Trina Lados blushed. I’d never have believed it was possible if I hadn’t seen it.

  As we set our clothes back to right, I asked, “What do you want for dinner tonight?”

  “Aren’t you working?”

  “I’ll be home by eight, if you want to wait.”

  “Whatever you make will be delicious, I’m sure,” she said. She looked up at me and grinned. “I hate to fuck and run, but…”

  I laughed and hauled her to me. “Any time you need a good fuck, I’m your man.”

  She gave me a kiss and hurried out the door. I stood in the middle of my office, a little stunned at the turn of events. First, she showed up needing support. Then she wanted me to fuck her. Then she blushed. Then we talked about dinner like a normal couple. Then she joked with me in a way that wasn’t snarky or with an edge of disapproval. Either I’d entered the Twilight Zone or Katrina Lados’ opinion of me was changing.

  I grinned, feeling quite content, and not just because my dick had a spectacular workout. I was fake married for a week, and so far, my plan was working better than I thought. In fact, what just happened today didn’t feel fake at all.

  I tempered my excitement at this revelation. I knew Trina well enough to know that her temperament could change on a dime. Still, I felt some hope that by the time this was all said and done, we might have a future beyond this fake marriage.

  I checked my clothes again to make sure I was presentable and headed back out to the restaurant. Noting that everything was running as normal in the kitchen and with the staff, I went back to my office to do some managerial work. There was booze and food to order, and next week’s work schedule to prepare. But Trina was never far from my mind. Especially as I sat at my desk, and the fresh memory of having her sweet body there played over and over in my mind.

  Earlier in our fake marriage when I’d asked her out, she’d said no. But maybe now I could get a yes. Or maybe, I shouldn’t ask. Maybe I should just make plans and surprise her. I weighed the wisdom of that. There was the possibility that Trina wouldn’t like being surprised. She was the type of person that liked to know what was going on. Uncertainty made her act crazy.

  On the other side, it wasn’t like I was taking her away from her life as she knew it. It was dinner, for Christ’s sake. I even had a good reason for taking her; our one-week anniversary.

  I called over to Milena’s Ristorante, the nicest restaurant in town, and made a reservation for tomorrow night since I’d be off early.

  Then sitting back in my chair, I contemplated how well things were going. I’d been content in my life before this fake marriage, but Trina added that extra element that made contentment even better. Yes, she was unpredictable and challenging, but I liked that about her. Usually.

  She was also a hot, passionate woman. She might be guarded in life, but in bed, she was open, receptive and responsive. If I was lucky, perhaps I could convince her that she could be like that outside of bed too. That she could trust me with her heart.

  14

  Trina

  As it turned out, I didn’t need counseling to calm down. What I needed was Ryder to fuck my brains out. I re-entered the mayor’s office feeling more settled and ready to do my work. Fortunately Sinclair was busy, and so were Brooke and the mayor, so I was able to do my work for the rest of the day in peace and quiet.

  That evening, I got home before Ryder, but I waited like he asked, and as he promised, he made me a nice dinner. It was so strange that work had once been a steady place for me and Ryder had been a source of strain, and now the two were switched. I looked forward to seeing Ryder. He was a good listener and while not always very serious in life, sometimes his levity was nice.

  The next day at work, I kept my head down and my opinions to myself. Even so, by the end of the day, I was tense and annoyed, and eagerly headed back to Ryder’s house knowing he’d help relax me. I knew he was off earlier today so I was surprised when I walked through the door and wasn’t met with delicious smells from his cooking.

  “Ryder?” I walked up the hallway toward his room. The door was closed, so I knocked.

  He opened it with his signature sexy smile. “Hey.”

  I was surprised to find him in nice slacks, a crisp button-up shirt, and even a tie. God, did he have a date? Jealousy shot through me like a flash fire. “It looks like you have plans.”

  He arched a brow, no doubt noting the anger in my tone. Then he gave me his slow grin. “I do have plans. So do you.”

  “I do?”

  “It’s our anniversary, so I’m taking you out to dinner. Go change and I’ll pour us some wine before we go.”

  I studied him for a moment unable to stop the fear that there was a punchline somewhere. Was this some sort of game? His affable expression suggested he was sincere. That made me worried that he was taking this marriage thing a little too seriously. Fake marriages didn’t need to celebrate milestones like anniversaries.

  “It’s just dinner,” he said, with a shake of his head. I wondered if he thought I needed therapy too.

  I told myself that I enjoyed my time with him and that he was being Ryder; fun and spontaneous, so I went to change. I hadn’t packed a fancy dress as I didn’t expect to need one during this fake marriage. I’d picked up the dress I wore to the senior event from my house when Sinclair told me to go in her stead. It was the nicest thing I had now and would have to do.
I hoped he didn’t mind that I was wearing something I’d worn before.

  I changed and then went into the bathroom to redo my make up and touch up my hair. I spritzed on a little perfume and then went to meet him in the kitchen. When I walked in, his slow sexy smile spread on his face.

  “I love that dress on you.”

  “You do?” I looked down. I knew the coloring was nice with my skin tone and hair, and I liked how it fit, but I hadn’t imagined it would make a man like Ryder look at me like he wanted to devour me. I was a smart practical woman, but I couldn’t deny liking that Ryder thought I looked sexy. I wondered if I could find the dress in a different color. Maybe a royal blue. That looked good with my hair too.

  “I do.” He handed me a glass of wine, which I figured was probably designed to soothe my edges.

  When we finished, he helped me into his truck and drove me to Milena’s Ristorante.

  “Wow, Milena’s. I guess this fake marriage is going well.”

  He grinned. “And they said it wouldn’t last.”

  I laughed, surprising myself at how free and enjoyable it felt. “Is this something we can afford? I mean I’m a lowly secretary and you’re a starving artist.”

  He took my hand as we walked to the door. “There’s no lowly about you. The mayor’s office would be a chaotic mess without you. And me, I make just enough to splurge on my wife every now and then.”

  His use of the word “wife” made my heart do a cartwheel in my chest, followed by a worried tingle up my spine. No matter how much I was enjoying this fake marriage, it was a temporary situation. I couldn’t let myself imagine what it would be like if it were real. This was just a fun moment in time, but it wouldn’t last even if we wanted it to, which I doubted he did. Ryder was a glass-half-full type of guy, so he was going to make the most fun out of any situation, including being stuck fake married to me. But that didn’t mean his feelings went beyond friendship or attraction.