Say Yes To Love: A Fake Marriage Office Romance (Strong Brothers Book 1) Read online

  Say Yes to Love

  Strong Brothers Book 1

  Ajme Williams

  Copyright © 2020 by Ajme Williams

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.

  All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.

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  Prologue: Kellie

  1. Ryan

  2. Kellie

  3. Ryan

  4. Kellie

  5. Ryan

  6. Kellie

  7. Ryan

  8. Kellie

  9. Ryan

  10. Kellie

  11. Ryan

  12. Kellie

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  26. Kellie

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  28. Kellie

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  30. Kellie

  31. Ryan

  32. Kellie

  33. Ryan

  34. Kellie

  Epilogue: Kellie

  Giving In to Love

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  Admit You Miss Me | Admit You Love Me | Admit You Want Me | Admit You Need Me

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  I (fake) married a man who’s (real) married to his job.

  That man is also my boss.

  This whole thing was no mistake.

  Ryan thought it’d be fun to go to Europe and get hitched.

  Why?

  Because my charm helped him secure a deal.

  It was all fun and games until we were only walking hand-in-hand on the streets of Europe.

  Until it was just the two of us.

  But Ryan broke more than just the one rule which says that we can’t be together.

  He got me pregnant.

  Now, a baby would definitely take the fun out of this madness.

  Especially one that Ryan would never want… ever.

  He’s (real) married to his job, remember?

  So, I’ve got two options.

  Tell him and risk losing him.

  Keep my pregnancy a secret and still lose him.

  I end up with a broken heart either way.

  Unless a miracle saves our fake marriage and our futures from collapsing.

  Prologue: Kellie

  Fairy tales do come true. That was the thought that came to mind as I looked out of the window from the five-star Parisian hotel, overlooking the lights of the city, and the Eiffel tower.

  But not for forever.

  As magical as this whirlwind trip through Europe had been, it was coming to an end. Tomorrow I’d be heading back to my old life in San Diego, California as the assistant to Ryan Strong.

  For a moment, I pushed that reality away and reflected on this once in a lifetime experience. Italy. Switzerland. The Netherlands. France. San Diego and California had a great deal of beauty, and even history, but it was nothing like what I saw in all these marvelous countries. The food was delicious. The art was equally as stunning. The pictures in books and on the Internet didn’t do it all justice.

  But even more glorious was the man that had introduced all this splendor to me. Ryan Strong turned out to be much more than the savvy, focused, driven businessman I’d gotten to know as his assistant. Sure, his money meant he could afford the finer things in life, but he was cultured in other respects beyond his wealth. There was his vast knowledge of history. His appreciation of art. The dedication to his company, which was an extension of his love for his family. And, there was the fact that he was very handsome and sexy beyond words.

  Long fingers slid over my shoulders, sending a sizzle down my spine. Soft lips brushed along my neck.

  “Enjoying the view?” his low baritone voice whispered in my ear.

  “It’s amazing. All this is going to make my tiny apartment back home seem like a cardboard box.”

  His fingers stopped kneading my shoulders briefly, and then started again. “I ordered in tonight to relax before our flight back tomorrow. But if you’d rather go out—”

  “No. I want to stay in.” As much as I loved traveling and seeing the sights, the romantic dinners out and the dancing through the streets, on my last night, the only thing I wanted to indulge in was him. I wanted the fantasy for one more night before having to return to my normal life.

  I turned in his arms, looking up into his stunningly blue eyes and my heart rolled over in my chest, welling with emotion. I was in love with him. In love with my boss.

  I wondered when it had happened. But more than that, I was already heartbroken because when we returned to San Diego, I’d have to go back to being his assistant. I’d have to pretend not to love him. So, this night was my last time to live in the dream.

  I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

  “Dessert before dinner?” he murmured against my lips.

  “Yes. Do you mind?” I knew he didn’t. His erection was making itself known against my belly.

  “Not at all.” He swept me up into his arms and carried me to the large bed. Yes, this was a fairytale.

  His lips consumed mine while his fingers unzipped the lovely flowy dress that he’d gotten me. I shucked it off as quickly as I could, greedy to feel his hands and lips on my skin. He didn’t disappoint. He expertly undid my bra and cast it aside. He lay over me, settling in like he planned to worship my breasts forever.

  He licked one nipple and gently blew his breath over it. The sweetest ache filled my breasts as the nipple distended.

  “I love your tits,” he said as he licked the other one and gently blew. His words always shocked and thrilled me. I never thought I’d be one for naughty talk, but from his lips as he touched me, it made me so hot and needy.

  “I want to touch you,” I said on a gasp as I tried to undo the buttons of his shirt. Frustrated, I pulled the hem from his slacks and ran my hands up his back.

  He laughed. “You’re desperate tonight.”

  “Don’t tease me, Ryan.”

  He sat back on
his knees, yanking his shirt off. Immediately, my hands went to his belt buckle and undid his slacks. He finished undressing, and I did too, tossing my panties aside.

  Still on his knees, he looked down on me, his eyes dark with desire as their gaze drifted over my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kellie. Did you know that?”

  I didn’t. Not that I thought I was ugly. But the way he looked at me made me feel more beautiful than any of the art we’d seen on our tour through Europe.

  He bent over and kissed me again. I widened my legs, wanting to feel him inside of me. His dick teased my pussy, but didn’t press in, making me whimper with need.

  “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight,” he said. I wondered if he was recognizing that tonight was our last night together too, and wanting to make the most of it.

  He moved his body back down, sucking my nipples, pinching and kneading them too until I was writhing beneath him. I’d never known my nipples had a direct line to my pussy until him.

  “Ryan, please,” I begged as my fingers clung to him, pulling him to me.

  His lips trailed down over my stomach, my hip bone, my inner thigh. I moaned in anticipation.

  “Please,” I begged again.

  He pushed my thighs open, settling his shoulders between them. He inhaled a breath and made an “mmm” sound.

  “You’re wet baby. So wet.”

  I lifted my hips, tired of waiting for him to please me. He slid his hands underneath my buttocks and held my pussy to his mouth.

  “Hold on baby, I’m going to drive you mad.” His tongue swept through my folds, and I cried out as pleasure zinged through my blood.

  My fingers gripped his head, wanting to make sure he didn’t stop. “Yes…. Ryan…yes.”

  His tongue swirled around my clit and I started to buck as the sweet torture built.

  “You like that, don’t you, Kellie? You like that when I suck your clit.” He did it again.

  “Yes…Oh God…yes.”

  Then his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.

  “Ryan!” I screamed his name as he shot me to the edge. He held me there as he gently sucked and tongued me. When he released my clit, I whimpered. My release was right there, so close.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. Do you want that? Tell me you want that.”

  “Fuck me with your tongue,” I managed to say.

  He groaned at my words and then his tongue plunged inside me.

  My hips began to rock of their own accord.

  “Yes, yes...” I chanted. “I’m going to come…make me come Ryan.” I prayed he wouldn’t tease me. That he’d keep fucking me with his mouth until I was drowning in my orgasm.

  “Give me your sweet juice, baby,” he murmured. Then his tongue slid inside me, flicking along my pussy walls as his thumb rubbed my clit.

  Fireworks shot off and flashed in my brain as pleasure electrified my body. I long feral moan escaped me as the orgasm consumed my body, my soul.

  “So sweet,” he murmured. “So fucking sweet.”

  1

  Ryan

  I sat back and rubbed my eyes. They’d started glazing over all the paperwork strewn on my desk. I was excited about taking the family’s footwear company international, but the amount of red tape and hoops to jump through were enough to make my head explode.

  Giving my head a shake to ride the cobwebs, I refocused on the task at hand; secure a European distributor. I hoped the teleconference I was having with Christian LaMont would close the deal and we could move forward with our expansion.

  There was a knock and then my door opened. My brother Hunter poked his head in. “Gran wants a meeting.”

  “I have a call shortly.”

  He shrugged. “She says it's important.”

  I checked to make sure I had all my notes and data for the call ready on my desk for when I returned. Then I followed Hunter to the conference room.

  My grandmother was already at the head of the table with her trusted assistant Andi by her side. In her late seventies, my grandmother still carried the sharp mind and quick wit of a woman half her age. She was a force of nature who we all loved to death. We all appreciated the vision she had as a young woman when she developed a sandal business from her garage that today was a billion-dollar company. She’d built it from nothing into the nationally known and highly respected footwear company it was now. My goal was to take it international.

  I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning Gran.”

  “Good morning, Ryan.”

  “I hope this won’t be too long,” I said, taking a seat at the table. “I have a call with Christian LaMont soon. It’s nearly closing time in France, so I don’t want to keep him.”

  “This will be quick,” she assured me.

  Hunter was already sitting across from me enjoying a bagel. Carter, my other brother, entered, and like me gave my grandmother a kiss and took a seat at the table. All my brothers and I went wide-eyed when our youngest brother, Noah walked in wearing his signature leather jacket and jeans. He was trained enough to kiss granny on the cheek, but not so well that he’d maintain his manners. He sat in a chair and kicked his feet up on the table. I frowned. My other brothers shook their heads.

  Granny scowled but ignored the gesture. She probably knew Noah’s behavior was done to annoy her and she wasn’t one to let her buttons be pushed.

  “The time is coming near, boys—”

  “They’re men, Margaret, well, except for Noah. We’re not even sure he’s human,” Andi quipped. Andi was pretty much my grandmother's id, saying what my grandmother was probably thinking but wouldn’t speak aloud.

  Noah smirked at Andi.

  “The point is, I’m going to be retiring soon and I need to know that I’m leaving the company in good hands,” my grandmother stated.

  This wasn’t a surprise and yet, it was unexpected at this time. I suspect deep down, I thought she’d live and run Strong Incorporated forever.

  “What are you going to do with your free time,” I asked, not able to imagine her knitting or taking strolls on the beach to collect shells. She was business through and through. I took after her in that respect and I didn’t know what I’d do with myself if it weren’t for the business.

  “I don’t know yet, but I’m not worried about it. All I know is that I’m ready to move on. I know you boys…men can handle the job of carrying on the company. So today, I’m announcing your new positions. They’ve been chosen to play to all your strengths.”

  “Noah doesn’t have strengths,” Carter joked, throwing a balled-up piece of paper at our youngest sibling.

  “He’s a strong slacker,” Andi said.

  We all laughed. Noah shrugged it off. He didn’t care. I admired that about him even as it made him annoying.

  “Ryan, you’ll be the Chief Operations Officer,” my grandmother said, ignoring the joking going on around her.

  “That’s because you’re bossy,” Noah quipped.

  I thought about saying he was fired, except he didn’t actually work at Strong Incorporated like I and my other brothers did. He took after my dad in that respect.

  “Hunter, you’ll be the Chief Marketing Officer,” Gran continued.

  That made sense. Hunter was creative and already worked in marketing.

  “Carter, you’ll be Chief Financial Officer,” she said.

  That made sense too. He was a wiz at math, and probably could have gone on to work for NASA or something, but chose to stay in the family business.

  “Noah, you’ll be Chief Technology Officer.”

  Actually, that made sense too. Noah was brilliant like Carter, but he just was lazy in his brilliance. He’d created a few apps, sold them for a ton of money, and spent the rest of his time riding his motorcycle. He did some work for us sometimes, but mostly he hated corporate life.

  “I don’t work here,” Noah responded.

  “Noah, it’s time you put more focus in y
our life beyond your bike. This role fits with you perfectly,” Gran stated in a way that for the rest of us would have been taken as not having a choice.

  “Gran, you know I love you, but I’m not interested.” Noah planted his boots on the floor, stood and strode out of the room.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Baby brother needs to get his shit together,” Hunter said.

  “We already do these jobs, so what difference do the titles make?” I asked, deciding Noah was a lost cause.

  “They matter because you’re now running the show. The four of you,” she said.

  There was one notable position she didn’t assign. “What about CEO?” I asked.

  “There won’t be a CEO. You’ll all have to work together to make the company grow and continue its success.”

  I suspect there was no CEO because that job should have been my father’s. Like Noah, he’d checked out of corporate life when my mother died. I think Gran hoped he’d someday check back in, but he never did.

  Fortunately, except for Noah, we all got along okay, so I didn’t anticipate many issues, Still, it was possible we could run into problems if we disagreed. But with my call coming in a few minutes, I didn’t have time to push the topic now.