All Chapters of Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

EMMAMARGORemember to keep us updated about tennis!WINNIEDon’t forget sunscreen :)EMMAIf I embarrass myself in front of an athlete, make sure to bury me in a cute Chanel two-piece set. I won’t be able to live after this.MARGOI still can’t believe you’re spending the week with Preston Rhodes. Are you sure I can’t tell Beck?EMMAI’m pulling the best friend card. No telling husbands until next week when he’s no longer here for his sister’s wedding.MARGOMaking an extremely pregnant woman keep a secret from her baby daddy when said baby daddy is barely letting her out of the house is cruel. I need to gossip and both of you are busy.WINNIEI love that Beck listens to your gossip.EMMAWe’ve all met Archer, Win. We know that man loves when you bring home the tea to spill.MARGOKick some ass at tennis today, Em! Even if you suck, you’ll look hot as fuck doing it.I smile, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I think about a witty response. I want to tell her I’m terrified of m

My head cocks to the side as I narrow my eyes on her. Peyton’s cheers can still be heard behind me, but I don’t pay attention to anything but Emma. She comes to a stop right in front of me.Her hands fall to her sides as she shrugs. “Sorry for losing the game for us, Rhodes.”“You lost on purpose.”Her eyes go wide as she takes a step closer to me. She looks around, her eyes darting back and forth as if she’s afraid someone heard me. No one can—they’re all busy congratulating Peyton and Jackson on the win.“I have no idea what you mean.” She straightens her spine before throwing her ponytail over her shoulder. I see right through her trying to play it cool.“You’ve consistently served the last three matches. You’re telling me you just so happened to mess that last one up?”“Yep.”I shake my head. “Liar.”I keep the rest of my thoughts to myself. If she doesn’t want to admit she lost on purpose, she doesn’t have to. But I still know. And admire her for it. I would’ve felt bad as well i

PRESTONEmma moans again—this time much louder than the last time. I don’t know if it’s from my comment or the fact that I’ve slipped one finger inside her. Either way, I’m determined to get many more from her. She’s so reactive to every touch of mine, and I’m desperate to know what else she’ll do by the time I’m done with her today.I was pissed the moment we were split up at the spa. I thought I’d have all afternoon with her, and instead, it’s been hours since tennis, and all I’ve been left to do in that time is think about all the different ways I wanted to fuck her. First with my fingers, just like I’m doing right now. Then with my tongue. I want to feel her come, to taste her arousal and feel her orgasm against my tongue before I finally fuck her.“Preston, anyone could walk in on us. I didn’t lock the door.” Emma’s words don’t come out weak. It’s like she knows this is wrong, but she doesn’t care. Good. I don’t care either.“I guess they’d get a show, then,” I respond, pulling t

PRESTONThe moment I untie Emma’s hands, she’s wrapping her arms around my neck and throwing her body against me. Her lips crash against mine, and her fingers tangle in my hair. She kisses me hurriedly as if she’s afraid I’ll stop the kiss.I don’t. I lift her off the bench and revel in the way she wraps her legs around my middle. My cock brushes against her ass as she rocks against me, but it doesn’t seem to deter her. If anything, it makes her more vocal.She pulls at my hair as our tongues clash against each other. Fuck. This woman will destroy me. I already know it, and I don’t even care that she’ll leave me in ruin. I’ll be grateful for it, that at least for a small moment in time, I had her the way I do at this very moment.Finally, she slows, pulling her head back far enough that our eyes meet. “I just had to kiss you before doing anything else.”I squeeze her ass cheeks, keeping her pinned to my body. “No complaints here.”This makes her smile. She bites her lip, looking at me

Preston doesn’t take it. Instead, he keeps his hand over the front of his towel to try and hide his erection. He looks at the two tables placed in the middle of the room right next to one another. “Are we ready to begin?”Lowry’s hand awkwardly drops to his side. “Yes. Hannah and I will step out for a minute to let the two of you get comfortable. Feel free to undress to your comfort level. We’ll knock before entering.” He flips a light off on the way out, making it dim in the room.My eyes go wide as I realize I never returned to my locker. I look to Preston, finding him staring at me with an unreadable look on his face.“I forgot my underwear.” I panic. I know there’s a huge debate on whether or not you’re supposed to keep underwear on during a massage, but I sit firmly on the keep-the-underwear-on side. In the heat of what was happening with Preston, I completely forgot about going back to grab mine.“Get on the table so we can get this over with. And keep that sheet over you.”My h