I laugh lightheartedly and avoid a comment, making my way through the crowd as I nod and smile.
“Jane! Does he buy you nice things? I bet you’ve got a whole closet of designer clothes and jewelry from him!”
You know what lady, he doesn’t. But after all of this, I’m sure as shit thinking about making him buy me something to make up for all of this.
I manage to finally wade my way through the crowd and into the front door of the hotel—which is thankfully being monitored by security to stop the press from getting inside—and let out a sigh of relief, and I head over to the elevator and take it up to where Riker is staying-- the penthouse of course.
Once I get there and knock he takes forever to open the door, and when he does, I let out a scoff in disgust, shaking my head. His hair is everywhere, his shirt is wrinkled, I can smell booze on his breath and he needs to shave.
“Seriously, Riker?” I sigh, brushing past him and walking into his room. “You should already be dressed and ready to go by now. We need to head into the city to do our interviews. You need to shower and get ready.”
He looks down at himself and smirks, flashing me a cocky grin as he runs a hand through his hair, clearly quite pleased with himself, though I don’t know why.
“Oh come on, Jane. I look great! This look is in right now.”
I laugh and sigh, crossing my arms over my chest in disbelief. The fact that he does look quite handsome despite being a mess is both curious and frustrating to me.
“Oh really? And what look would that be, exactly?”
“I was going for ruggedly handsome.”
“Well if by ruggedly handsome you mean a complete mess then I’d say yes, you hit the nail right on the head.”
“Oh don’t be like that,” He chuckles, taking a step closer to me with that frustratingly charming smile of his, “You know that you’re attracted to me, don’t try and be coy about it.”
“I’m not.”
I am attracted to him, but I’m sure as hell not telling him that.
“You’re not attracted to me, or you are and you’re not being coy about it?”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smirk on my lips, and I shake my head, chuckling.
“Riker please, just get in the damn shower.”
“Alright alright,” He concedes, laughing. “I’ll go and get in the shower and then we can head out and do our media pieces, since you’re my fiancé and all. You know what they say, Happy wife happy life. Would this make you happy, darling?”
“It would, actually.”
With that, he winks at me and strolls into the bathroom, tossing his shirt aside as he pulls it off and leaving me standing there while I wait for him to get ready.
I really should have had that second cup of coffee.
9 Riker
I seriously thought that throwing my shirt off before I headed to the bathroom would entice Jane to follow me in, but she didn’t take the bait. She’s definitely interested in me. I could see it in the way she was trying not to smile at all of my jabs. She must just be playing hard to get. No woman can resist Riker Lord.
If it wasn’t me, I almost wouldn’t believe that she agreed to pretend to be my fiancé. That’s some pretty serious shit! Of course, with my status, she’s bound to get the better part of the deal anyway, endless time with me and a step up the social ladder. What more could a woman ask for?
Damn, but if she isn’t a gorgeous woman, too! I can’t believe the firm sent her to bail me out. I was expecting some dried-up old suit, and instead I get a fucking goddess. All that creamy chocolate skin, those long legs, full lips, and ample breasts. My cock is getting hard just thinking about her.
I push the bathroom door to, but don’t let it click shut. She might change her mind and come join me. Turning on the faucet, I let the water heat up as I strip out of my jeans and socks. No underwear, of course. The easier the access, the better!
Steam fills the air, creeping across the mirror and giving a smoky, sensual feel to the room. I step under the hot spray and let the water cascade down my body, letting my head fall back. Closing my eyes, I reach down between my legs and grasp hold of my throbbing dick. My erection stretches and pulls as the pressure begins to build.
I turn around and grab the bottle of conditioner. Squirting a substantial amount in my hand, I rub it along the length of my shaft. Stroking, pinching, I groan as all the blood in my body rushes into my cock, and my balls pull uptight. I lean one arm on the cool tile of the shower wall and rest my head against it as I continue my ministrations.
I squeeze tight at the base before running my hand down and cupping my balls, pulling headily. Jane’s face appears behind my closed lids. I can see her breast in my mind, swollen and heavy, her nipples beaded to hard, aching nubs. My pace quickens as I run my hand up and down the length of my shaft.
My breath comes out in hurried gasps and groans as I imagine her breasts pressed up against my bare chest. I want to take one in my mouth, suck it in deeply, run my tongue across its hard point as she moans and begs for more. I want to run my fingers down the length of her smooth body and bury them deep in her wet pussy.
Imagining myself licking along her moist, sensitive folds, I nearly come undone. I bet she tastes like fucking heaven. My cock pulsates, throbbing to the point of pain as I imagine sliding deep
