All Chapters of Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARGOTHE GROUND IS SWEPT from underneath my feet, completely catching me off guard.“Beckham!” I scream, smacking his back with all my might. “Put me down right now.”His footsteps don’t falter one beat. He continues down the hallway, undeterred by my slaps and attempts to wriggle free from his grasp.“Smack my ass again, Margo, and I’ll bend you over my knee and return the favor.”“You wouldn’t even dream of it,” I seethe, kicking my legs back and forth. The movements only make him grip me even harder as he brings us down the stairs.His laugh is sinister. “That’s where you’re very wrong. Nothing would make me happier than to dream of making that tight little ass of yours red, other than actually doing it, of course.”If I wasn’t mad at him for earlier today and then for taking me down here against my will, I might be totally turned on by the comment. Let’s be honest, my clit throbs at the mental picture of his handprint on my ass. I’d gladly accept the sting of his palm against my

MARGOA HAND PLAYS with the waistband of my PJ pants. I lean into it, trying to turn my body to give the hand more access as I wake up from a deep slumber.“God, you’re so wet for me,” a recognizable voice says from behind me.I grind my hips against Beck’s obvious erection.“Touch me,” I plead, trying to line my core up with his fingers. It’s no use, he taunts me, softly running his fingers over the sensitive flesh right above where I want him most. My hips rock back and forth as I desperately seek the friction I need.“You’ll have to beg for it,” Beck’s deep gravelly voice says against my ear. He bites at the spot behind my ear, sending shivers all the way down my body.“Beck,” I moan, rocking back and forth so much, frustrated that I don’t feel his fingers against the throbbing spot between my thighs. “Beck, please.”Cold air hits my entire body, making my eyes fly open. I look around me, realizing that I was dreaming—and the person in my wet dream is staring back at me with a triu

BECKMARGO WATCHES me with a confused stare. Her eyes pop from the office to me. “We were here yesterday and you said this was your office.”I gently nudge her into the room, letting the door shut behind me. "It was my office, but now it’s yours.”“Why the sudden change?”“Simple. This one has the best view. I don’t appreciate it the way you do.” I could’ve watched her stare at the city below her all day yesterday if she’d let me. It’s probably what I would’ve done if we hadn’t gotten into the fight. When I’d stomped off angry, setting up camp in the conference room as she stayed in here looking out the windows, I’d contacted the building staff and asked them to do some rearranging. The corner office does give the best view of the city. If you stand along the glass windows in the far corner, it feels like you’re floating in the sky.“Beck,” she whispers, staring at me with too much emotion. It makes my chest feel heavy and tight. It constricts longingly as her eyes gloss over. “You di

BECK“BECK, I think we should pull off at the next exit.”I grunt, my eyes focused on the road in front of us. The windshield wipers swipe in rapid succession, but even with their rampant pace, they’re still not very helpful. With the thick snow flurries pouring from the sky, it’s hard to really see anything on the road.“We’ll be out of the snow soon,” I answer, trying to calm her nerves. She seems nervous as hell sitting next to me. In hindsight, I maybe should’ve accepted the invite to stay at the residence of the man who just agreed to invest enough into the company to streamline a development that’s been in the works for two years now.I was too prideful to accept. I’d hated the way his son stared at Margo. He’d watched her like he wanted her. The last thing I was going to do was stay in that house with all of them to ride out a snow storm. Not with the knowledge of how bad his annoying, golden-retriever acting son looked at Margo like he was just waiting to sink his claws into h

BECK“WELL THIS IS NICE,” Margo pipes up from behind me.I ignore her, biting back an insult about the room. This isn’t nice. This will be pure torture. Being respectful of Margo’s wishes has been testing every inch of restraint I’ve ever had. Now the anger sizzling between us and the knowledge that her warm body will be sleeping inches away from mine has my thoughts muddled with the lust. The large bed with rose petals scattered all over it doesn’t help the situation.I’m mostly pissed at myself for not listening to her the first time she’d warned me about the snowstorm. I’d wanted to get to our final destination, to focus on work and be riddled with meetings where I wasn’t drowning in her presence.A man can only hold back so much, and I’ve learned that keeping Margo by my side constantly wasn’t my best idea. It could’ve been until she put the stupid rule between us that we couldn’t kiss or touch or do anything behind the scenes because my prick of a brother didn’t treat her the way