Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

“Did you recommend me?”

“Not directly, certainly not to him. He must have overheard me talking about you and the great job you’re doing. He always wants the best in everything.”

“Including people.”

“Yeah.”

Emil Chau sounded a lot like my father. Though, to his credit, dad never made my skin crawl like Chau had. My disagreements with my dad were mostly philosophical, the kind of thing we could talk out and debate. The reaction to Emil had been visceral.

“Are you going to take it?”

I rubbed my fingers across my forehead. “He didn’t really give me a choice.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him.”

“Has he ever done anything to you?”

“Nothing much. Just slapped my ass a few times. Said he couldn’t help himself because of how good my ass looked in my skirt. I was going to report him to HR but knew nothing would become of it. It never does.”

I chewed on my lower lip. “What do you think I should do?”

“Accept the promotion. It’s that or having no job at all. He’s the kind of asshole who could get you fired for nothing. Just be careful around him. I know it sucks, and you shouldn’t have to think about such things, but it’s essential if you’re going to survive. Try not to bend over, even while filing and never, I repeat, never be alone with him if you can help it.”

“We were alone in his office.”

“Oh, honey.” Nicole hugged me, right there at my desk. It was a gross breach of protocol, though no more than me screaming at her.

The elevator dinged like the toll of doom, my heels clicking in the marble lobby as I made for home, doing my best not to run. Outside, I saw Sean waiting for me. I fell into his arms, hugging him furiously.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“I got a promotion,” I murmured into his chest. “A senior partner wants me to be his personal assistant.”

“Hey, congratulations! That’s a good thing, aye?”

“Um, yeah, yes it is.” I wanted to tell him everything about Mr. Chau, but I was a big girl and could handle my own work dramas without running to my boyfriend and asking him to fix everything for me.

“You might want to tell your face that.”

“Oh, stop it,” I protested, stifling a laugh.

“C’mon, darlin’, I’ll take you somewhere fancy.”

“You couldn’t afford the L.A. version of fancy,” I said, taking his hand.

“How about we celebrate in bed, then?”

“Perfect.”

I felt like a bride, safe in Sean’s arms as he carried me through the door of my studio apartment, which I’d almost come to think of as ours. The sudden elevation came as a surprise. I tried to remember if I’d given any indication toward wanting to be lifted. If maybe something I’d said or done communicated my desire to be carried, not that I was complaining. My default mode had long been for fierce independence, at least partly a rebellion against the helplessness I’d felt growing up. I didn’t feel helpless with Sean. I felt loved, so when he picked me up, it had a whole new aspect. One of love and trust and security. I pressed my face against his chest as he conveyed me to the couch, breathing his scent deeply and sighing at the love hormones that raced through my body.

Sean set me onto the couch, then lay my legs across his lap. I snuggled down into the soft cushions as he took off my shoes one by one, making me sigh with relief, flexing my feet, and cracking my ankles.

I closed my eyes and drifted away as Sean gave me my first ever foot massage. It was truly amazing, which really stood to reason, considering how sensitive feet could be, and Sean handled them like a master.

“Ready for some dessert?” he asked, moving from my feet up to my legs.

“No thanks, I’m not hungry.”

He chuckled. “Not what I meant.”

“Oh,” I gasped in both pleasure and realization as his fingers brushed the crotch of my panties. “Yes, please! I’ll never say no to that kind of dessert.”

With some shifting, we got my panties off without even disturbing my skirt. Little did I know Sean was intent on torturing me. Starting at my left foot, he kissed and licked his way toward my pussy, only to veer off across my pelvis and down my other leg.

“Oh dear,” he said, releasing my big toe which he’d been sucking, “I do appear to have taken a detour.”

“Damn straight, get back between my legs, now, Mister.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

With no further prelude or ado, he dropped his head between my thighs, burying his face in my pussy.

“Fuck!” I screamed as he used his beautiful tongue and talented fingers to bring me to the upper gates of pleasure.

I felt like I was going to explode. And then I did. All the pent-up energy inside me burst out at once in a blast of pure white light, which was all I could see for a long time.

Then he was kissing me again. The soft smacking sounds unmistakable. He kissed my pussy, and it felt really nice. Slowly coming back to myself, I stroked his hair as he showed his love.

I smiled lazily. “Your turn, I think.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

He was already hard when I got his cock out, feeling it throb with gratitude in my gentle hands.

“I missed you today,” I said.

“And I missed you. More than you can imagine.”

I got right to work, lovingly sucking the flared head while continuing to work his shaft with both hands. Not one to receive without giving, Sean caressed his hand down my back and over my ass, finding my pussy and