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  We both take a sip of champagne.

  “Mm, that’s really good,” she says.

  “It’s Dom Perignon,” I laugh, remembering her teasing me about that.

  Jenna laughs too.

  “It sure does beat Bourbon.”

  I shrug before smirking. “I don’t know. Bourbon goes down pretty smoothly when I’m sucking it off of your skin.”

  Goosebumps form on Jenna’s arms at the memory of our vacation to the South of France. We walk over to the table, and the waiter pulls out Jenna’s chair for her. He lingers a little too long at her exposed thigh. I shoot him a glare. His embarrassment shows on his face as he steps away. He just bumped his tip down by five percent.

  “How did Cory do on his science test?” I ask, taking a sip of champagne.

  “He aced it,” Jenna grins proudly.

  “You’re a great teacher, Jen.”

  She blushes. “He’s smart like his daddy.”

  Her Southern drawl comes through. It has diminished a little over the past year, but I can still hear it on certain words.

  “Cory is smart like his Mama.”

  I drop the New York accent I’ve taken on over the years and give into my original twang. Jenna smiles and laughs. We had originally planned to send Cory to a regular school but had decided he needed to adjust slowly to a new lifestyle.

  New York is a lot to handle for a kid who was practically a shut-in. Cory has never interacted with other kids before. Instead, Jenna continues to home school him. She socializes him with play dates, sports teams, and other group activities. He is adjusting so well that next year, he should fit right in with a school environment.

  The waiter comes over to take our order. He keeps his eyes to himself, now barely looking at either of us.

  Jenna chuckles and shakes her head, realizing the waiter is afraid of me.

  “Do you have to intimidate everyone?” she asks after he steps away.

  “I didn’t do anything,” I shrug innocently.

  “Right. Don’t think I didn’t see that dirty look you gave him.”

  “Do you want to dance?”

  She nods, and I lead her out to an open space. There is a cool mist hitting us from the fountain on the roof. I place my hands on her hips, and she links her fingers around my neck.

  “This past year has been perfect.”

  “It has been,” she agrees.

  “Now that things have settled down at work, I really think we should focus on the future.”

  She looks up at me. The brown in her eyes almost looks golden tonight.

  “I’ve been thinking about the future myself,” she swallows.

  Her fingers fidget behind my neck. Is she nervous? That is my job tonight.

  “Everything okay?” I ask her.

  She nods, but I’m not totally convinced. I stop dancing and take her left hand in mine.

  “I love you, Jen. Will you be my wife?” I blurt out impatiently.

  Jenna’s mouth drops. I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring box. I flip the box open and hold the diamond out to her. Her hand shakes in mine when I take it again.

  “Um, this is where you say something,” I laugh.

  She must have gone into shock.

  “I love you, Jax,” she finally blurts out.

  She jumps into my arms, not giving me a chance to put the ring on her finger. She kisses me, long and slow. With the ring in my hand, I wrap my arms around her and almost forget about the proposal all together.

  “Wait, that wasn’t an answer,” I argue as soon as she lets me breathe.

  Jenna laughs. “Well, that wasn’t a no.”

  “But it wasn’t a yes. I need to hear you say you’ll be mine forever.”

  “So primitive,” she taunts me.

  I grab ahold of her arms and twist them behind her back playfully. Her chest juts toward me, and it takes tremendous will power on my part not to touch her.

  “You fucking love every second of it,” I whisper in her ear. “…Knowing you’re mine. Admit it.”

  I suck on her earlobe, and Jenna lets out the tiniest of moans.

  “You own me,” she smirks.

  I let go of her arms and wink. She holds her hand out and wiggles her fingers toward me.

  “Yes, I will marry you, Jax Morrison.”

  I slide the ring on her finger and the band applauds, reminding me once more that we’re in public. Fuck it, I kiss her like we’re the only two people here.

  I can’t wait to get her alone and show her what being married to me is going to be like.

  Extra Epilogue

  Jenna

  I’m still reeling from Jax’s proposal and that naughty kiss he gave me in public. His tongue tastes like champagne, reminding me that I can’t have too much.

  Our food arrives, and we make our way over to the table. Jax pulls out the chair for me before the waiter can do it. I hold back a laugh as he gives the young guy yet another dirty look. Who knows if the guy was even looking at me in the first place? I have come to expect Jax’s crazy jealousy. It’s actually pretty cute, even if he is over the top sometimes.

  It also keeps our bedroom antics exciting. I thoroughly enjoy the “punishments” he gives me for looking “too sexy.” I’m sure I will get one hell of a spanking tonight.

  “So, when do you want to do it?”

  Jax asks the question while my mind is still in the gutter. He wants to punish me now?

  “Do what?”

  “For fuck’s sake, Jenna.” He laughs. “Get married?”

  His excited expression looks childlike. A sweet adoration for him warms my body. I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have the love of an amazing man like Jax.

  He makes sure I never want for anything—in or out of the bedroom. He’s intense but so full of love for Cory and me. The father-son bond that Jax and Cory share is incredible. It’s made me fall deeper in love with Jax.

  He’s such a good father, but I worry he won’t want more kids. He skipped over the baby years with Cory, and as much as he is upset by that, I don’t know how he would feel about a baby around now.

  “We can get married tomorrow for all I care,” I shrug. “I don’t need a big wedding. Just you, me, and Cory. Joan can come, too.”

  Jax’s assistant is the closest either of us has to a nurturing mother figure. She looks out for Jax, and I appreciate that. She babysits Cory whenever we need her to as well. She even took Cory to sleep over at her place tonight so that Jax and I can have the penthouse to ourselves for our anniversary.

  The waiter comes over to fill my champagne glass, but I cover the top and politely refuse.

  “You deserve a fairytale wedding, Jenna.”

  I smile, “I did always want a Vera Wang wedding dress.”

  “Done. I’ll have Joan call Vera and have her design you a custom dress.”

  My eyes widen. “Jax, that’s crazy.”

  “Everything is crazy to you,” he laughs.

  I’d told him he was crazy to get Disney World closed down for Cory’s birthday a few months ago, and I’d told him he was crazy when he’d had my favorite meal prepared by a celebrity chef in our kitchen on a regular Friday night.

  Nothing I say ever stops him, though, especially if it’s for the benefit of Cory or me.

  After dinner, Jax and I got in the car.

  “Congratulations,” our driver, Roger, says upon seeing the ring on my finger.

  “Thank you, Roger.”

  “Thanks. Do you mind if we have a few minutes to ourselves?” Jax asks.

  “Of course not. I understand,” Roger says before Jax puts the partition up.

  “What are you up to?” I ask, giving him a stern look that quickly melts into a smirk.

  “You tell me,” he says, pulling my hand to his pants.

  He isn’t wearing underwear, which isn’t uncommon for him when he’s not at the office. The only problem is, it is extremely obvious when he has an erection. His long, thick cock li
es against his thigh, making an obvious outline. It twitches as soon as my hand makes contact with it.

  “I love when it does that,” I say, biting my bottom lip.

  Jax laughs and reaches across my body. His hand goes to my exposed thigh and works its way upward, under the material of the dress. He finds the strap of my panties and rips it with one yank.

  “Jax,” I whine.

  This man is constantly ripping my underwear!

  “I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He rolls his eyes and pulls me into his kiss. “Ride me,” he growls before sucking on my tongue.

  I hike up the tight dress over my ass and hips, knowing Jax will likely rip that too if I don’t get it out of the way. He unzips his pants, not bothering with the belt or button. His monster cock pops out of his pants, and I climb on top of him. I slowly slide down his stiff pole until my ass jiggles against his thighs. He slaps both cheeks so loudly that I’m sure Roger can hear the sound through the partition.

  I rise up and down on his shaft slowly as he grips my hips. I know Jax wants to force me down hard and fast. I prefer to tease him first.

  “Remember our first date?”

  “When we went to the movies?” he asks before pumping his hips upward.

  The movement makes my pussy tighten around him. I try to keep control as I rest my hands on his shoulders.

  “Uh-huh,” I nod.

  “I had to sneak us in,” he reminds me.

  “It was still romantic. You wouldn’t dare let me pay.” I smile at him and yank his head back.

  I suck on his Adam’s apple, and his fingers dig into my hips.

  “And you wouldn’t let me finger you in the theatre,” he says, flipping me off of him and onto the seat.

  I try to grab him and pull him back on top of me; I ache for him to fill me again. He pins my arms down as his glistening cock points toward me like a loaded weapon.

  I thrust my hips, trying to get him inside me. Jax laughs and wraps his hand around my throat, but not too tightly. He sticks his thick middle finger inside me until it’s covered in my juices right down to the knuckle. As he wiggles his long digit inside of me, I whimper helplessly.

  “How things have changed from that first date,” Jax laughs as my pussy tries to pull more of him inside me. “I’m disgustingly rich, and your dirty little pussy can’t get enough of me,” he murmurs.

  I nod my head, wanting him to take me over the edge. He removes his finger and rubs it against my lips. I suck my own juices off of his finger before he kisses me.

  “I love you so much, Jen,” he says, moving forward until his cock is lined up with my pussy.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and force his body into me.

  “This little pussy is only for you,” I lay a hand on his cheek and kiss him lovingly.

  Jax takes back control by using my chest to push me back down. His large hand presses on my tits as he pounds into me. I groan as he finds my hard nipple through the tight material of the dress. He squeezes down on my tits, and I wish he would rip them free from the confining dress.

  I know he won’t, though, because he won’t want to risk revealing my body to Roger or anyone else when we get out of the car.

  Jax shoves into me even harder, and my head bumps into the door.

  “Shit, are you okay?”

  He rubs my head, but it doesn’t hurt.

  “Don’t stop.”

  I’m gasping as I’m getting closer to the edge.

  “What do you want, Jen?”

  “Come for me, Jax.”

  “You want my seed in you? You want to have my baby again?”

  My eyes shoot open. Does he know? My hot box fills with his sticky come as Jax collapses on top of me.

  “You okay?”

  I nod before he kisses me. He rubs my tits lovingly, soothing the rough handling he gave them. Before I can sort through Jax’s words, I feel the tip of his tongue flick my clit.

  I let out a long moan.

  “I’m not going to leave this car until you come,” he says, shoving my legs apart roughly.

  His tongue focuses solely on my clit as my pussy drips his milk onto the seat. His licks are tentative at first, making my entire body relax. I run my fingers through his hair.

  Jax takes my clit into his mouth and sucks on it. He starts to nibble, eliciting loud moans from me. He alternates between sucking and nibbling as I tumble into ecstasy. I gush more come onto the seat as I catch my breath.

  Jax starts fixing himself as I lie on the seat, catching my breath.

  “Jenna, you made a mess,” Jax teases.

  “It’s your fault,” I sit up as he grabs my panties and wipes the seat with them.

  “I love souvenirs,” he winks, sticking them in his pocket—much like he did the first time we made love.

  I laugh and hope my red cheeks will go back to their normal color before we exit the car. As we get dressed, we notice we’re near our penthouse, but the car keeps driving past.

  “Why do we keep going around in circles?” I ask.

  Jax opens the partition as we try to look as nonchalant as possible.

  “Roger, you passed our place,” Jax says. “Like, twice now.”

  “Oh, more than that, sir,” Roger smirks. “I just didn’t want to cut your fun short.”

  I cover my face in embarrassment.

  “We appreciate that,” Jax says as I bury my face in his chest.

  We get out of the car and walk into the apartment building. As soon as we get in the elevator, neither one of us can help but laugh. Jax kisses me softly.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Why do you keep asking that?”

  “I don’t know,” he shrugs as we step off the elevator. “I get the feeling you’re not telling me something.”

  I grab his hand and pull him to the door. After stepping inside our penthouse, I turn toward Jax.

  “You’ve never mentioned more kids before,” I say, fidgeting with my fingers.

  “Oh, that has you freaked out?” he laughs, relieved. “That was just dirty talk.”

  My shoulders sink.

  “I thought you were already getting cold feet about marrying me,” Jax laughs.

  I shake my head, not looking at him.

  “Jenna, talk to me,” he sighs.

  He knows my body language better than I do.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  When I look into his blue eyes, they look surprised. Then his face breaks out into a grin.

  “That’s amazing!” he yells, hugging me.

  “Yeah?” I ask, looking up at him.

  “Are you kidding?! There is nothing else that could make this day better. You’re going to be my wife, and we’ll give Cory a little brother or sister. He’ll be so excited.”

  Our kiss is filled with love and happiness.

  “I love you so much,” I say, squeezing Jax’s hand as it rests on my belly.

  “I love you, too, future Mrs. Morrison.”

  “I don’t have to be a Jones anymore.”

  “You were never really a Jones. You’re too good for those people. Too good for me, too.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t say that about my future husband.”

  Jax flashes me one of his sexiest smiles, and I know the night is just getting started, and so is the rest of our lives.

  THE END

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  The Billionaire’s Kitten

  ~A Fake Marriage Romance~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  The Billionaire’s Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

  He bought me along with a hotel.

  When I took a job at The Milano, it was out of desperation.

  My waitress outfit was so tiny it barely covered my curves.

  But the tips started rolling in, so I let out a sigh
of relief.

  Until Grayson Channing.

  Mr. Channing owns the hotel. He’s a billionaire with everything.

  And what the billionaire wants, he gets.

  Because Gray needs a fake wife.

  To cut a business deal, he needs a curvy, innocent girl on his arm to

  parade around.

  But this marriage is fake.

  It’s not real.

  It’s in an illusion, nothing more.

  But now when Mr. Channing says, “Here Kitty, Kitty, come to Daddy …”

  Guess who comes crawling?

  ME.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kitty

  “That’s it?” I gasped. “Really, that’s it?”

  I didn’t mean to be rude during my first day on the job. But what my boss held in front of me was completely ridiculous. Because Morty had one of those sandwich-sized Ziploc bags gripped in a meaty fist, transparent except for a piece of purple fabric inside.

  “Are you sure?” I gasped again, eyes wide. “I- I just can’t … it won’t fit,” I stammered. “That’s an extra small, and I’m not,” I said helplessly, gesturing vaguely at my curvy figure.

  Because extra small was generous. The tiny piece of fabric was about two inches by four inches folded up, a nice, neat square inside that plastic baggy. That couldn’t be a dress, no dress looked like that. It was more of a handkerchief, or maybe a band-aid.

  But Morty grunted, big pot belly shaking.

  “This is it,” he said carelessly. “You can still march yourself home if you don’t want. I got enough girls to cover this week.”

  I swallowed thickly, eyeing the tiny Ziploc again.

  “Okay, I’ll give it a try then,” I whispered, almost unable to budge. But like in a movie, my hand reached up and I took the bag as if in a trance. “Where should I change?”

  “In back,” he grunted, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “Guests start arriving in fifteen, so you better be ready. Oh and wear more make-up,” he said disgustedly. “You look like a child.”