Semua Bab Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement: Bab 111 - Bab 120

It’s as if he’s trying to make sure I feel him everywhere. His lips possessively kiss along my shoulder, his fingers play with my clit as he continues to roughly fuck me, and his other hand pinches my nipple.“It’s time for you to come again, baby,” he says next to my ear. His voice is deep and rough, and I wonder if it’s because he’s close to coming.“Are you close?” I ask, my voice coming out weak because my senses are on overdrive in this new position and with the ways that he touches me. I don’t want to come again until he’s right there with me, needing to feel him ride the wave with me.“Yes,” he responds immediately, his lips pressing a kiss to my throat. “I’m so fucking close to filling you full of my cum, but I need you there, too.”“I’m there,” I pant. My head falls backward, letting him hold my weight as he goes even faster.“One more,” he moans, his voice strained. I don’t respond because the pace of his hips and the circles of his fingers on my clit have a scream ripping f

WINNIE“I still can’t believe this is what you guys call a country club,” Pippa says from her lounger at Pembroke Hills’ spa. She looks like she belongs in an ad for the spa with the cucumbers on her eyes and the drink with orange and cucumbers floating around in the glass she’s holding.“There’s a beautiful country club with a stunning golf course in Sutten,” Margo argues, lifting one of the cucumbers off her eyes to look at Pippa. “I know this because my husband wants to golf there all the time.”Pippa laughs. “Good to know for this summer. Should I expect Camden to always be joining him?”Margo nods. “Oh yeah, we’ll lose them to golf and business talk. The things the men do.” She laughs before stretching out her legs on the plush lounger.“Well, they can golf all they want. You can find me at the spa. Although the Sutten Country Club is very nice, it doesn’t even compare to this.”I discard both of the cucumbers from my eyes on the small table between Emma and me. Mine keep slippin

I don’t mind all of his questions. I’d be curious, too. Everyone in the circle of New York’s elite is more than aware that the Bishops and the Moores hate one another. A marriage between two of the children is their own version of Romeo and Juliet—except this one has a far less dramatic ending.“Do you know my dad well?” I ask, giving me more time on what answer I want to give these two. I actually like them both. I might even view both of them as friends, so I don’t really want to lie to them if I don’t have to.Beck laughs, but Camden’s the one to answer. “Yeah, kind of. He’s a bit of an ass, though, not going to hold back.” He sets his cigar down and takes a drink of his bourbon. “And I can say that because mine’s even worse.”A low chuckle comes from my chest. “He doesn’t give warm, fuzzy feelings, that’s for sure.”“Scale from one to ten, how much did your father fuck you up?” Camden asks, his voice teasing even though the topic is dark.“Zero,” Beck answers, holding his hands up

ARCHERThe weekend went by far too fast, and for the first time in my life, I’m dreading walking into the office.Leaving Winnie alone at the house today sucked. I wanted to spend all day with her doing the most mundane things, and the moment I walked out the front door and felt like I left my heart back at the house, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’ve fallen in love with my wife.I’ve never been in love. It was never a desire of mine to fall in love, but it didn’t stop it from happening. I’ve fallen deeply and insanely in love with Winnie, without even realizing it was happening. Leaving the house this morning knowing I’d have to go all day without seeing her felt like I was plucking my heart from my own chest and placing it somewhere else, hoping nothing would happen to it in my absence.And the realization is completely terrifying.“You okay?” a stranger asks in the lobby of our headquarters. I’m stopped just in front of the security line, undoubtedly holding up the line

ARCHER“Archer,” Winnie begins, her voice cautious as she stares in front of her. “Why did you bring me to this massive house?”I look down at my phone, sending a text message to the real estate agent, letting her know we have arrived. Marcie responds immediately, telling me that she’s unlocked everything through the security system and to let her know when we leave so she can lock it back up.“Because I wanted you to see the house,” I answer, holding the double doors open so she can walk in.“Why does it matter if I see this house or not?” Her eyes take in the sprawling foyer. “It feels weird calling it a house. It’s a mansion. A castle,” she marvels.I laugh because at over twelve thousand square feet, it is a huge house. But I don’t know if I’d go as far as calling it a castle.“I want you to see this house because I want to buy it for you.”Her shoes squeak against the marble flooring as she spins to look at me. “You what?”“Technically speaking, I put in an offer on it this morni