It’s not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It’s definitely the SIZE of the boat too.
And I’ve got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big c**k.
You might think I’m an a**hole. I sound like one, don’t I? I’m hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.
Guess what? You haven’t heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind.
The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancé for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.
And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.
But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.
What the hell have I gotten myself into with this… big rock?
Not an alien, or anything weird like that, but a racing heart, a spiking pulse, a thrilling possibility.
The Big Rock Collection
I do my best work in the bedroom. This is completely my domain. So it should be no big deal that she asked me to wait here. But something about being in CharlotteÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s bedroom is wigging me out.
Mostly because thereÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s nearby nudity transpiring mere feet away.
SheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s taking a shower, and no matter how you slice them, New York apartments are approximately thimble size. Let me spell this outÌ¢‰âÂ‰Ûwet, naked, hot woman in a ten-foot radius.
Got it? Okay. Moving on.
I pick up a picture frame on her sky blue bureau of the dog her parents have. A fluffy brown summa dogÌ¢‰âÂ‰Ûsome of this, some of that. IÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢m going to focus on this mutt. Zero in on him. Look at his tail. Check out his ears. Yup, this picture is doing the trick. It is helping me not to linger on the naked woman and how well she kisses.
Or how much I liked it.
Why the fuck did I like it so much?
Of course you liked it, idiot. A pretty woman kisses you, and youÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re straightÌ¢‰âÂ‰ÛyouÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢d be stupid not to like it. End of story. DoesnÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t mean anything. Stop analyzing.
Especially since she just turned off the shower.
Maybe she forgot a towel. Maybe sheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢ll open the door a crack, and ask me to grab one for her.
I smack my forehead. Get it together, Holiday.
I set down the picture, draw a deep inhale and straighten my shoulders. The door creaks open. She steps out of the bathroom wearing only a white fluffy towel wrapped above her breasts.
Ì¢‰âÂÒYou might be wondering why I asked you to wait in my bedroom instead of the living room,Ì¢‰âÂå she says, in the most matter-of-fact tone.
I have no clue how she can be talking like weÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re having a business transaction when droplets of water slide down her bare legs. But IÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢m a strong man. I can handle this. IÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢m not tempted at all by my best friend. Though my dick begs to differ, the traitorous prick.
Ì¢‰âÂÒThe thought crossed my mind,Ì¢‰âÂå I say, as I lean against the bureau, striking a casual pose.
Ì¢‰âÂÒBecause if youÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re my fiancÌÄå©, you need to be comfortable with me being naked,Ì¢‰âÂå she says with a crisp nod.
Shit, sheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s going to do it. SheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s going to drop the towel. SheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s going to make us practice fucking. I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
Wait. No. I canÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t fuck my best friend. I absolutely