Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

This is fake.

He’s helping me put on a show.

Just like I asked him to do.

She kept mentally chanting these truths over and over, until the humming between her legs stopped.

“Let’s head out!” the guide said, and Carrie snapped to attention. She’d never been so taken over with PDA before, and apparently, no one really cared, since this was a romantic vacation after all. But when Blake held her hand and started leading her behind the guide to follow, she caught a glimpse of Kevin staring at where Blake’s and her fingers intertwined. And if she wasn’t mistaken, the eccentric artist didn’t look too “chill” about it.

She clutched Blake tight and smiled wide.

…

Good Christ, Blake was going to lose his damn mind.

Carrie’s golden hair was down, the thick curls ending at her middle back. Her shorts hugged her amazing ass, and the way the pineapple-encased cleavage bounced with every stride she took made him harder and harder.

And they weren’t going to have sex. Or do anything that wasn’t deemed “for the sake of show.”

Because this was a fake relationship.

Which he currently had to sell to piss off Kevin and make Carrie happy. Because despite the fucked-upness of this situation, he couldn’t handle that sad look she got whenever she glanced toward the douche or his side piece.

Nope, Blake couldn’t deal with that.

Problem was that fake kiss had felt way too good.

Which meant anything he told Carrie’s brother would need to be carefully explained.

That’s a funny way of saying you’ll lie to him.

But he’d have to. Lane would deck him for even thinking of Carrie like t

his, let alone actually kissing her, fake or not.

I went with her to keep her safe.

Okay.

I stood by her when she ran into her ex.

Good man.

I kissed her so her ex wouldn’t—

There would come the fist to his face.

Yeah, not saying anything like that.

This would be fine. It would all be fine. The fake relationship would be over as soon as they left the island. And in the meantime, he wouldn’t stare at that perfect mouth or that perfect smile.

“Well everyone, here is a great place to stop and look around. The pineapple plant!” the guide said. “Now you can wander and take one pineapple. The maze is right through there”—he pointed—“and you can exit at any time. But since we have a lot more to see, let’s meet here in about half an hour.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Remember to hydrate,” the guide called out cheerfully as they all scattered.

Douche and Side Piece were giggling, and when Kevin made eye contact with Blake, he silently dared the idiot to step at him. Instead, the asshole caught Carrie’s attention and tossed her a smile. The fucker was playing with her. Rubbing it in her face that he was happy with the woman he’d cheated on her with.