Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(249)

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Reese





I drag a hand over my face as I emerge from the Seventy-seventh Street station. What the hell was that?

I almost want to cancel my appointment and hunt her down. But it's  certainly too late. She took off and was lost in the crowd before I  could even get off the train. I scan the street and don't see a trace of  her anywhere.

That's fine, I think as I make my way down the street. There's always  tomorrow. After seeing one of the most intriguing women on the 6 Train a  couple months back, I made a point of seeing if it was a chance  encounter, or if she rode at that time regularly. It was the latter.  Maybe it's kind of creepy, but I try to time my afternoon commute with  hers.

I've never approached her because he doesn't really look like my type.  All prim and proper and cool perfection with her designer clothes and  perfectly applied makeup. Long blond hair that gives the impression  she'd be upset if a hair was out of place. And I definitely want to mess  up all that perfect. Tangle my fingers in her hair as I smear her  bright red lipstick all over my cock.         

     



 

I like my women a bit on the wild side. Up for anything. She doesn't  seem like the type to be down with getting dirty, so as much as I enjoy  watching her watch me over the top of the Kindle she pretends to read on  her commute, I just haven't gone there.

I thought I had her figured out. Now I'm rethinking everything. The last  thing I expected was for there to be a sexy little minx under those  designer clothes. But fuck, when she reached her hand up under skirt and  I caught a glimpse of that lingerie, all I wanted was to drag her off  the train and see if there was a hidden little sex kitten dying to come  out and play.

My cock is aching by the time I get home, and I glance at the clock,  cursing when I realize I don't have much time to do anything about it. I  change out of my suit quickly, unable to resist taking my throbbing  dick in my fist as I remember the way she wiggled that sweet ass on top  of me, imagining what it would have been like to slide inside of her  right there on the train.

I'm so fucking close already that it won't take much, but I bite out another curse when the doorman buzzes.

"Yeah?" I grit out through the intercom after I throw on jeans and a  roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, removing my tie and unbuttoning  the collar.

"Your appointment is here."

"Send him up."

I glance around the apartment, satisfied that the maid service did a  good job today. I really hope this Adrian guy is a good fit. I don't  need a roommate, but I get bored easily being alone all the time. Yeah, I  have plenty of women to keep me company, but they're only interested in  what I can give them. I just want someone around to keep the apartment  from feeling less lonely. A guy that I don't have to worry about trying  to get to my bank account by way of getting into my pants.

When the knock sounds, I stride over and open the door. The friendly  smile falls in an instant as I struggle to comprehend how she is  standing outside my apartment.

My sexy as hell closet freak.

She looks just as confused, her perfect mouth opening and closing a few times, her eyebrows drawing together.

"Reese?" she finally says, doubt in her voice, and a hint of something else. Wariness?

How does she know my name?

"That's me." I give her a grin that should disarm her, but instead her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

"Oh my god." She closes her eyes. "I'm Adrienne."

Adrienne. A name that's just as sexy as she is.

"Well, how can I help you, Adrienne?" I have a few ideas.

It's almost a whisper, and I lean in closer. "I'm here to tour the apartment."

Shit. Adrienne. Not Adrian.

My assistant booked the appointments and screened the candidates. Right  now I'm wondering if I should fire her or give her a raise. Because how  the hell did she not know it was a woman?

I should be pissed. I don't need another woman trying to edge her way  into my life. But all I can think about right now is that I'm one damn  lucky bastard. Because this woman living in my apartment? My mind goes  straight to her prancing around in her underwear, late night movies  turning into late night fuck fests. Because that's totally what coed  roomies do. Right?

My irrational fantasies are shot down real fast when she backs up,  shaking her head. "I thought Reese was a girl. I'm sorry. I'll just go."

Adrienne turns, her face stricken, and I move before I think.

"The hell you will."

I grab her elbow and pull her toward me, into my apartment, and push the door shut, backing her against it.

Her mouth falls open, blue eyes wide, and her breath hitches before  resuming at a faster pace, her breasts heaving beneath the demure silk  blouse that I want to rip off of her.

I stand for a minute, pinning her between my arms as I rest a palm on  either side of her face. All I know is that everything in me is  screaming not to let this woman walk away.

Lowering my head, I lean in to whisper in her ear, sensing the shudder  that runs through her as my breath skates across her skin. "Now that I  have you here, there is no fucking way you're leaving."

Adrienne swallows hard. "I should leave." Her tongue darts out nervously  to moisten her lips, and I'm done. "But I don't want to."

I don't respond. There's nothing left to say. Everything that built up  on the train just a little while ago is hanging right there between us,  and I'm about to fucking do something about it.





200





Adrienne





Reese is my train guy? The person I'm only meeting as a formality  because I desperately need this apartment is the very same guy I just  ground myself against on a train until I was so wet all it would take  was a touch to make me explode?

I can't even wrap my head around it because all I can process is that  his mouth is inches from mine, the raw lust in his eyes making his  intention clear.

And then I can't think at all, only feel, as his lips crash into mine.

He crowds me up against the door, grabbing my wrists and pinning them  with one hand above my head as his other hand grips my hip and holds me  in place as he grinds his cock against me.

I moan against the assault of his lips, responding to him instantly. I  feel my pussy clench with need as Reese nips at my lips, then parts them  with his tongue, thrusting it into my mouth in an urgent rhythm that  mimics what I want him to do with his cock. His crazy big cock that I  felt in all its hard thickness beneath the thin fabric of our clothes on  the train.

Reese keeps my arms pinned against the door as he drags his teeth down  my neck. I arch against him as he sucks the sensitive flesh at the base  of my neck.

"Oh god," I moan, losing myself completely. "Please."

He pulls his head back, a dark glint in his even darker eyes. "You want  it, don't you?" He grinds his hips against me. As if I could mistake  what he means. "Are you a bad girl, Adrienne?"

I feel a rush race through me at the sound of my name on his lips, as  well as his insinuation. The excitement in the way he says it. Like he  wants me to be a bad girl. And right now? I really, really want to be.

Reese moves the hand from my hip around to my ass and squeezes, then  reaches lower, bunching my skirt up in his hand yanking it up around my  waist. He pulls back slightly, taking me in, then runs his hand back  behind me, his hand meeting bare flesh and sending liquid desire  straight to my core.

My breath is ragged with anticipation as he traces the lacy waistband of  my black thong over my hip and around, his finger running along the  crease of my inner thigh. My hips buck involuntarily, searching for the  touch I'm craving.

"You are a bad girl. You want me to take you right up against this wall. Fuck you hard until you scream my name."

Is that what I want? I don't even know this guy. But when he dips his  finger inside the lace, brushing against my drenched folds, I know that I  do.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Fuck me, Reese." I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth. But  when he hooks a finger in my panties and yanks them down, I no longer  care.

"So hot," he murmurs, watching as he slides a finger inside me. Finishing what he started, what I wanted him to do on the train.

I cry out as he adds a finger, thrusting deep into my pussy, and rolls  his thumb over my clit. Shivers race up and down my spine, through my  arms and legs, then shoot back to my core, igniting my body until I feel  that I might burst into flames.

Then his mouth is back on mine, teeth and tongue and lips urgent and  demanding. I kiss him back, grinding against his hand, searching for  release. I want to wrap my arms around him, wrap my entire body around  him, but he still has me pinned to the door.

"I want you so bad," he grits out as he pumps his fingers into me faster  and faster, sending me right up to the edge of ecstasy. "Do you have  any idea what you did to me today when I saw that underneath all this  you have a dirty side?" He flicks the strap of the garter belt with his  thumb before going right back to my clit. "Because there's no way  someone wears something like this and doesn't want to be fucked hard and  dirty."