Chapter 7 No.7

I wink and add, "We've only been on this ride for a few minutes; are you that anxious to get off?"

"Very funny," she replies,

"I'm hoping you're hungry."

She smiles as she says, "Downright hungry."

"Can you tell me what your favorite dish is?" I inquire. "While we're here, I may as well learn all I can about you; after all, you're my fiancée."

She corrects me, "fake fiancée," and I realize it's the second time I've been chastised for saying that.

"However, if you must know... I'm a great lover of cucumber," she says.

"What kind?" I ask, smiling.

"The longer the better," she says as she lowers her voice to a purr and bats her eyelids.

"Can you tell me how long?"

"Anything 12-inches... or more," she says, a naughty smile on her face, "I can eat quite a bit... when I'm hungry."

My fucking cock begins twitching in my trousers as she says this, and it now has its own pulse.

"This is lovely," I remark, pointing to the dainty gold necklace wrapped over her neck. "But it might be better, you know."

"How do you know that?"

" she inquires, a smile on her face as she enjoys the game.

"If I'm being honest, I believe you'd look much better with a nightgown"

"And I believe you'd look better if we loosen your tie... just a little," she laughs as she slides her little, manicured hand up my chest and rests it on the silk knot of my tie, gently tugging it. I can't help but feel my pulse race under her touch.

But suddenly the door opens and we're hustled out of the vehicle, welcomed by a swarm of photographers, who are firing flashbulbs in every direction, which is unsettling.

I turn to Arcadia and kiss her, realizing that we are now being watched very closely.

"This is why I'm so pessimistic," she kisses me back and then murmurs in my ear.

Instead of reacting, I grin, knowing that no matter what happens, I'm going to convert her.

We talk about everything during dinner, f; we leave no stone untouched, and I discover that, despite myself, I'm opening up to Arcadia a little bit.

And as I get to know Arcadia Moore, I can't help but notice how beautiful she .

I can't keep my gaze away from her cleavage's black, cavernous path, or the contours of her ass peeking out from behind her dress.

It's also evident that my cock is as enamored with her as I am.

My cock sticks out like a 12-inch lead pipe when I look at Arcadia in her exquisite and tight dress;.

Arcadia's pov

I'm truly enjoying myself.

Despite my early impressions of Martin, he isn't half as horrible as I imagined; he's amusing, charming, and engaging... and, shockingly, he also seems honest.

Also, his attempt to conceal his erection was the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

I'm being duped by a master manipulator. I know how to spot these types from a mile away, but I just don't see it in Martin... and that's what's so dangerous.

Right now, he's driving me home, which means we're riding around W City in themayorial Car, which is more of a tank than a limo and is followed by a few dozen SUVs.

Martin replies, moving to the side so that he's staring square into my eyes, a teasing smile on his face, and I know he's playing with me. The press would have a field day if Martin brought his fiancée home only one day after introducing her .

"Are you that desperate, Martin?" I ask, teasing him with a smile of mine own. "I'm only your false fiancée... don't forget about the fake part."

"I'm not forgetting anything," he says flatly, "but I simply don't see how it has anything to do with anything. Fun is fun."

"Fun is fun... Was that what you were thinking at the HB Hotel ? I'm sure the ambassador of the S city enjoyed that phrase."

"She did, in fact," he adds, twisting around in his seat, a blaze smoldering behind his eyes.

"Good thing I'm not an ambassador then," I chuckle, looking out the window and avoiding his gaze. God, if I keep looking into his eyes, I'm not sure what I'll be capable of.

More than that, Martin understands how to use his tongue; he's charming and seductive, and he knows precisely what to say and do to drive a lady nuts...

I try to distract myself by looking out the window at the wide avenues, but it's nearly impossible. My heart is pounding against my chest, and a whirlwind of wicked thoughts is racing through my mind. To top it off, my pussy is as wet as it's ever been, and I can already feel my drenched thong sticking to my skin; it's so uncomfortable that I'd rather just take it off...

Martin said, " let's have some fun. "

I don't want to be the only one who goes home horny and frustrated, so let him taste his own poison.

"Tell me, Martin," I begin, turning to face his gaze once again, "how are you going to endure a year without women...? Without sex?"

"Perhaps I don't have to spend a year without sex; after all, you simply said I couldn't be with other women..." he says, his eyes roving up and down my body, and I can know he's already mentally undressing me.

I giggle as I place my hand on his knee; I quickly remove it, but it's enough to cause a hard shape to form between his legs; shamelessly, I allow my eyes drift down to the bulging shape now tenting his trousers.

"Like what you see?" he says, his cock gigantic, larger than any other cock I've ever seen.