FAKE: An Enemies to Lovers Standalone Romance Page 4

  “No songs. Just finish the plate. It’s an appropriate meal-sized portion of food, certainly not too much for one who has eaten so little today.”

  “Well let’s ‘get it on’”, I said sarcastically mocking the song.

  “Let’s do. Remember no hands. Keep them in your lap.” His gaze was stern and commanding, and my pussy clenched.

  “Yes, Mr. Lonely and Controlling.” I knew I was being childish; it was fun and made me feel better.

  I loved the look on his face when I was irreverent; he must have had a lot of nervous people kissing his ass hard. He didn’t seem to like not being in command.

  “You have no idea.” His voice sounded lovely and sweet, but the look in his eye, the pure devil.

  Innocently enough he poised the fork with a piece of turkey on it up to my mouth.

  “You know, suddenly, I’m not too into this.” I glared at him as he brought the morsel up to my mouth, lightly grazing the gravy over the bottom lip.

  “It’s a game, remember, we’re having fun. Also, you get to keep your clothes on for this round.” His eyes sparkled, and I opened my mouth for him to set the food on my tongue. “That’s a girl.”

  I chewed obnoxiously, but the taste was amazing, and I realized I was much hungrier than I thought.

  “I’m not a puppy,” I said after chewing my bite.

  “That’s not true, to some you are a puppy ... your modeling agency for instance.” He took another piece of food onto his fork.

  “I don’t do anything I’m not comfortable with ... like they don’t feed me for instance.” I mocked his very words.

  “Shame …” He brought the food to my mouth, but instead of setting it inside my open mouth, he painted both lips with the gravy.

  It was weird, but also so very erotic. I moved my tongue to lick the thick liquid off, but he stopped me.

  “No.” He commanded with a stern eye.

  “Oh, my God,” I rolled my eyes. “What?”

  “That’s my bite.” My pussy tightened, and my nipples pinched.

  He leaned in and with his tongue traced the gravy lapping gently until all of the brown glossy sauce had been licked clean. He didn’t kiss me, just ... um licked me.

  “You ... you’re the puppy.” I laughed.

  “I suppose I am.” He popped a piece of turkey from the fork into my mouth.

  “May I have another bite, Master? I’m starving.” I pitched my voice to a breathless cadence and feigned subservience.

  “You may.” He laughed and turned back to the plate.

  He was so sexy with his expensive suit, amber eyes, and perfectly coiffed dark brown hair. He was the kind of sexy you just couldn’t believe was real. I wanted to touch his perfectly formed strands of hair to test if it was real but thought better of it. There was this boyish kind of humor and playfulness to him that seemed a little off, yet extremely intoxicating. I took a sip of my water and waited for what other craziness he had in store.

  He turned to me with another forkful of food. He then opened his mouth.

  “Hey, that one is mine …” I reached out to grab the fork from him, and he seized my hand.

  “Ah, ah ... rules.” His grip was strong, and fear pricked my nerves for a minute before I took a deep breath.

  “Well ... you’re supposed to be feeding me … greedy!” I pretended to pout.

  “I am. I’m giving it to you ... here.” He opened his mouth and placed the piece of turkey with a perfect balance of gravy on his tongue as he opened his mouth wider.

  Fuck!

  I was supposed to take it out of his mouth? I had been kissing him quite a lot that evening, and it was delightful, but retrieving food from his mouth was super odd.

  “Oh boy ... I see what you’re doing ... clever.” I took a deep breath and made a choice.

  I could have avoided him and pretended that I wasn’t there to fuck him all night long, or I could get the upper hand to his antics and actually show the man what a real woman, not one who’s just happy to be breathing the same air as he does, could do. I leaned into him and enveloped his tongue with my mouth, retrieving my bite. I made a point to chew deliberately and seductively.

  “Yum …” My expression heated up.

  I knew he was hoping I’d spend more time in his mouth, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I wanted to see how riled up he’d get.

  “Yum,” he oozed as he licked his lips again and took off his jacket, laying it on the counter.

  “I’ll have you know, two bites of turkey is not an appropriately sized meal … I’m not ready to move on to the undressing part.” I picked up the fork and was about to feed myself when he grabbed it out of my hand, and for a second, I thought he might stab me with it.

  “Patience ... I’m going to offer you a whole lot more in a minute. You move your hands again, and I’ll restrain them,” he growled.

  “Because this is a game right?” I stood up and stared at him, feeling for the first time all night, genuinely frightened.

  He turned to me and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Relax ... I’m just taking off my shirt ... but you, are staying dressed. Have a seat.” I sat back down simply because I was mesmerized by what he revealed.

  Perfectly sculpted muscles, a strange tribal tattoo, no hair whatsoever, and an even golden tan. He was Adonis. I hoped my jaw didn’t drop, but I knew it did by his satisfied laughter. He took the plate of food never taking his eyes off of me once and picked up pieces of turkey dipped in gravy and placed them on his chest as he leaned back against the counter and presented his bare chest to me. There were two pieces over his chest and nipples, one at the start of his very well-defined happy trail, which led to someplace I hadn’t the capacity at that moment to think about.

  “Now, you may have more …” He leaned back on his elbows and presented himself to me.

  “This is pretty gross. I have no idea where that chest has been.” How was I going to do this?

  “To the gym, the shower, and the bar where it met a nymphomaniac model who’s afraid of a man’s bare chest.” He eyed me and blew a kiss. Truce. “It’s still warm … best eat before your food gets cold.”

  “She’s afraid of a crazy man in an all-white penthouse who makes her eat off of his skin ... that’s what’s she’s afraid of.” I got off my chair, and a thought hit me ... yes, this was going to be fun.

  I’m sure he was expecting me to be all sensual and get his boner all pumped up before our big moment, but I took it a different direction.

  I walked over to him, looked into his eyes, then bent down and grazed my teeth hard along his skin, making sure to capture his nipple in my teeth as I bit down on the turkey.

  “Holy fuck.” He bucked into my mouth.

  That got his attention. After chewing my bite, I licked the gravy up with my tongue and moved around to the other nipple.

  “This is fun.” I flashed him a wicked smile as I bent down to the other nipple and bit again, this time harder.

  Alec grabbed me.

  “Just giving you a warning, love.” His voice was calm but slippery. “You bite me like that again, and this game is over. I’ll feed you when you’re drooling in my sauna after I’ve fucked every hole on your body.” He punctuated this with a funny little grin.

  “Oh ... maniacal threats ... goody.” I raised my hands, put them behind my back, and opened my mouth. “No teeth, I promise.” I licked my way from his breastbone to his happy trail, sucking up the piece of turkey from his tiny well-trimmed line of hair as I continued to lick my way down to his waistband.

  He grabbed my hair and brought me up to his mouth where his tongue stole my food from me and bit my lip.

  “You don’t play fair,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and returning to my seat feeling victorious.

  The bulge in his pants was tenting his trousers so hard, he had to be uncomfortable ... good. As the old cliché says ... two can play this game.

  “Me?” He laughed as he stood
up and unbuttoned his trousers …

  “Actually, I’m kind of full,” I said in a panic as I could see where this was heading, and as much as I wanted him, I wasn’t ready for all of that.

  There wasn’t much left on the plate, but I didn’t care. I doubted he’d really hurt me. I grabbed the fork he’d been using, stabbed the two pieces of turkey, and stuffed them both in my mouth.

  “I get to ask a question, right?” I said as I chewed a way too big bite of food.

  This made him laugh as he left his trousers unbuttoned but didn’t take out the heavy artillery.

  “I don’t know. You just cheated.” He tried to sound menacing, but his laughter got in the way.

  “Dude, I’m not eating turkey off your dick. That’s ... it’s …” I swallowed.

  “Erotic.” He stood up and walked behind me as his hands coursed over my shoulders. “As is biting someone ... hard.” He leaned in, and at first, I thought he was going to kiss my neck, but instead, he bit it, and I almost choked.

  Just as the pain was starting to well up, he licked his warm tongue over the spot and picked up the dish as if we were just two fucking psychos having dinner.

  He rinsed the dishes off in the sink. “What’s your question?” he asked with the kind of domestic familiarity that made me think we were already married, sittin’ around shooting the shit.

  “Do you love anything?” I was serious, I needed to know.

  We had been dancing the line between reality and fantasy all night. Was he a complete asshole or a fun, crazy, rich guy who had some commitment issues, thus the ‘let’s play a game’ approach to having an adult conversation?

  He turned off the water without finishing the dish, which he set down dirty in the sink.

  “Why do you ask?” His impervious guard lowered imperceptibly, but I had touched something in him.

  “Well, I’m just curious, I guess. I tell you I’m hungry, starving ... in fact, and I’m willing to fend on my own to feed myself and you think ... wow, this is my chance to get a girl I just met to suck turkey off of my cock ... because that’s where you were heading. I’m not an idiot. So, I get it, this isn’t love. I’m never coming back here. You and I might exchange kind words at a party we are both attending, but tonight is it. I’m fully aware that I’ve signed up for a one-night stand ... which, I might add, I’ve never done before, despite what the world ‘knows’ about me. So, I just want to know. If you don’t love women ... I mean in the way where you respect them and feed them nicely, then what do you love ... or respect?” I didn’t want to cry, but for some reason, that’s where I was going.

  Chapter 6

  Alec

  Damn, she was smart.

  “I respect you. Teeth and all.” I tried to smile her hurt away.

  As soon as she started speaking, the pain she must have suffered just bubbled up. She was a girl with baggage, but she managed it well, kind of a warrior hero sort of skinny supermodel. I actually wanted her to eat. A little meat on her bones would do her a world of good. Doubtful her agency would allow it, but as I looked at her sitting there drowning in thrift store salvage, I thought about making her an incredible dinner one night, perhaps seared salmon or grilled lobster tail, and nourish that tiny body to a reasonable kind of health.

  She laughed. “You respect me enough not to tie me up or force me to eat food off your throbbing manhood, but that’s a very light interpretation of the word.”

  “So, what were the teeth then?” I goaded her.

  “My weapon of choice.” She took a sip of her water, and I wasn’t sure how we were going to move past this moment.

  I should have called a car to take her home. I didn’t have a driver; I detested commitment so much I could only handle one regular staff member. My driving service just sent who was available when I needed them. She didn’t need me in her life. She needed a nice man who loved things, hopefully, her.

  I closed my eyes and breathed at the moment. I didn’t really pray, I wasn’t a spiritual person, but I looked for guidance. I didn’t want to lose her—I was looking forward to our night of passion. So, I thought of a response that would answer her question enough to push back whatever was starting to scare her but didn’t reveal me.

  “I love,” I started. “Some women. My grandmother who is dead, God rest her soul, but not necessarily my mother who is very much alive. I love my housekeeper, much the same way I loved my grandmother. Most women ... well, let’s be real, most women don’t love me. I like women who have interests. I don’t date wallflowers, but you know, people who do things. I prefer independent women because having someone at the house all the time just tending to my every need is a horrible concept. Someone who fucks me Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and on the weekend and says, ‘Honey what do you want to do?’ all of the time would make me crazy. Most women see I have money and think of exotic vacations, cars, jewels, homes, clothing, affluence, prestige, power …” I may have ramped up a little there at the end.

  “World domination!” Kylie raised her arm in the air in a grand show of theatrics.

  “World domination!” I came back at her ... seeing the joke.

  “I just see a lonely man in a whitewashed prison.” She finished her glass of water. That stung. She looked up and realized maybe she’d insulted me. “Who’s hot ... definitely hot and plays wickedly fun games.”

  I guess that was the best she could do.

  “And you? What do you love?” I didn’t care about the game anymore.

  Perhaps her plan was to get me to be real.

  “I love my posse, the girls, who you met. I love ... mountains, though we don’t have any in Manhattan. I get out to upstate as much as I can. I love dive bars where real people are. I love music, like soul grabbing, pussy clenching shit that drags you to heaven ... I like to dance to it. I love that first sip of water after a hard workout. I love lying in bed on Sunday. I love it when people get it ... all of it. I love espresso so rich it kicks the back of your throat, and I love believing in dreams ... even if they won’t come true.”

  I was an ass ... compared to her, I was perfumed air.

  “Through your eyes, Kylie.” I walked around the kitchen island and back to our chairs. “I’d probably love a lot more things.” I meant that.

  Without ceremony or warning, she took off her T-shirt and sat bare-chested before me, her tiny pert breasts at attention.

  “I’m done playing games,” she said in an earnest and loving manner.

  “Me too.” I moved to her mouth and kissed her as my fingers grazed over her nipples.

  They were tiny but perfect. I stepped between her legs and lifted her up from the chair. Our mouths never parted as I walked her across my penthouse to the bed. It was custom made and big enough for five people, though usually, I was the only one who slept there.

  I laid her on the duvet and sucked hard on each breast. We were both shirtless as I kicked off our shoes before falling into the softness of my sanctuary. Just to add a little fun I bit hard on one of her breasts, and she threw me off her.

  “Really?” She glared.

  “Payback …” I muscled out of her grip and bit the other nipple, but less hard.

  Her moans and little whimpers told me it wasn’t too much. As I kissed her neck, collarbone, shoulders, chest, breasts, and flat hard stomach, my fingers worked to easily undo her jeans. With one swift motion, I pulled the whole package down with a yank.

  She kicked her legs out of her pants and didn’t protest; I was shocked.

  “Okay, so I’m now very naked. I’m past the point of no return ... mostly. I’m going to say this, and I want you to hear it.” Her sweet pixie face turned stern.

  “I’m listening.” I propped myself up on my elbow and regarded her with sincerity.

  “Be nice. I don’t want anything from you but respect and kindness. I suspect you’re gonna be a little rough, and I’m okay with that. I’m looking forward to it actually, but just remember, there’s a human in here.” Wow, poo
r thing, she thought she really had to say that.

  She was right to warn me, but had I become that transparent? Could she see I was the kind of person most people didn’t like?

  I drank her in. “You are very human. I respect you, and I don’t want anything from you either. I’m glad you’re good with a little naughtiness but above all ... Kylie, I want you to walk out of here and be glad you came. That’s my only goal. Okay?” I kissed her sweet mouth. “You good?”

  She kissed me back. “I’m good.”

  “Okay.” I scooted down and spread her legs, lifting her pussy to my face. She was nicely trimmed, but not bald, I loved that, and already I could see the glisten of arousal. I guess my game was more fun than she let on.

  “So, what are we working with here in terms of contraception?” I knew it was a strange question, but I couldn’t be too careful.

  The last thing on earth I wanted was to get Kylie Morgan pregnant.

  “Well, Mr. Blair, I’m using a daily oral contraceptive. You?” She wiggled her neat little pussy in my face.

  “I’m not really a condom guy for reasons you’ll understand in a moment. I have a six-month full-body exam and blood work, which I just had last month. I’m clean as a whistle so ... I’ll be free falling unless it’s an absolute ‘no’ from you.” He kissed my thigh just above my knee, and everything on me shivered. “So?” He kissed the other thigh.

  “Free falling huh? So, we’ll be basically testing the one percent error margin of my birth control pill. If you’re down I am.” She flashed me a brilliant smile and lay back on the pillows, wiggling her hips again. “I’m really looking forward to this.”

  “Me too.” I grazed my teeth along her inner thigh as I trailed my way up to her glistening vagina, and she yelped ... the night was going to be incredible, no doubt.

  I repeated the move on the other side and noted how soft and silky her skin was. Pale, thin, as smooth as velvet. I could have spent the whole night just on her legs. She was really sensitive too; every kiss along her trail to heaven had her wiggling more and more until I reached the mothership.

  As soon as I even breathed on her pussy her hands flew to my hair as if to guide me, hold me ... keep me tame. My hands spread her legs wider to give me better access, and I looked up over the landscape of her flat stomach.