The touch of TJ’s warm hands on my naked ass the next morning woke me up. I opened one lazy eye and stared at his face that was grinning down at me with an evil look.
“What’re you doing?” I yawned as I opened the other eye.
“Touching you,” he said matter-of-factly, his hand squeezing my ass-cheek again.
“I like you touching me.” I grinned at him, leaned up and kissed him. His green eyes flashed down at me in surprise. “I’m not a withering little buttercup.” I winked at him.
“I never said you were.” He deepened the kiss and held me close to him.
“You looked surprised that I kissed you.”
“I was surprised that you told me that you like me touching you,” he said, his fingers trailing up my back. “Normally you’re combative in the mornings.”
“I’m not combative.” I moved my mouth to his shoulder and bit down into his skin.
“Really?” He laughed. “You can say that with a straight face?”
“You were able to tell Cody you were my fiancé with a straight face,” I said.
“Touché.” He laughed. “So, are you ready to hear my proposition?”
“You were serious about that?” I said, feeling my toes curling as he ran his fingers between my legs. I moaned softly as he slipped a finger inside of me.
“How are you so wet already?” He groaned as he buried his face in my neck and kissed down my skin. His finger continued to move back and forth, and I groaned.
“The same reason that you’re so hard,” I muttered, feeling myself close to an orgasm already.
“I want you to pretend to be my fiancée for four weeks,” he said as he continued to touch me.
“Why?” I said, gasping for air as he slipped a second finger inside of me.
“I’m doing it for two reasons. One is to make it so Cody doesn’t kill both of us for thinking we’re just hooking up right under his nose. The second is more personal. It’s for me. You know I work for my dad, right? He’s trying to get me a seat on the board of directors, but they won’t approve me unless they think I’m a family man. Which is ironic considering who my dad is.” He sighed and looked down into my eyes, his features intense as he paused. He watched my face as my body trembled beneath him. “I like watching you come,” he said softly and his thumb started rubbing my clit as I felt myself coming.
“You’re a bad boy.” I gasped as my body buckled from the swift movement of his fingers and thumb.
“That’s not a lie,” he said and collapsed back down next to me. I watched as he moved two fingers to his mouth and started sucking.
“TJ!” I blushed as I watched him sucking my juices off of his fingers.
“What can I say?” He grinned and licked his lips. “I’m a bad boy who likes to do bad-boy things.”
“So, tell me more about this board of directors thing?” I asked him seriously, wanting to get back to the matter at hand. My face was burning from embarrassment and pleasure. I couldn’t quite believe I was here, and I didn’t want to think about it too much.
“They are voting in four weeks,” he said with a smile. “If they buy my act as a man in love, looking to get married and have kids, they will probably approve my seat on the board. Once that happens, we can break up or whatever. They won’t be able to remove me.”
“Isn’t that a lie, though?” I frowned.
“The investors love me.” He shrugged. “It’s the board that’s acting like dicks. I don’t care if I have to tell a small lie to get my rightful position on the board. It is my dad’s company, after all.”
“He can’t just give you a seat?”
“It doesn’t work like that.” He shook his head. “There will be a vote.”
“Oh, I see.” I bit my lower lip. “So you want me to pretend to be your fiancée for four weeks?”
“Maybe a little over four weeks.” He nodded. “Just until I get my seat on the board. It will help me. And also it will help you, too.”
“How will it help me?”
“Cody won’t think you’re a slut.” He laughed and I shook my head at him. “And he won’t kill me.”
“Uh huh.” I rolled my eyes.
“Plus, it will be fun.” He grinned. “It doesn’t have to be in name only.”
“What do you mean?”
“We can have all the perks of being engaged.” He grinned and ran his finger across my collarbone. “You can stay with me. I’ll give you a credit card and a weekly allowance.”
“Stay with you? Credit card?” My eyebrows rose.
“Of course you’ll stay with me.” His voice was adamant. “In my bed. And we’ll make sweet love every morning and every night.”
“You didn’t even sleep with me last night,” I said, still feeling hurt.
“I didn’t want to make love last night.” His eyes bore into mine. “I wanted to fuck you. Hard. Without a rubber.” He paused. “And I wasn’t about to let that happen.”