Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting two more times and finding his own release. Just the power of it left her with aftershocks.

She hugged him close. Breathing hard, his weight so deliciously heavy and good against her, she clung to him and felt his wild heart beating against hers in the same rhythm.

Chapter Eight

Carrie ate a bite of toast Blake held out for her. She was giggly and happy, and sore in the best way. There was nothing about last night that didn’t feel right. Everything she’d come here to forget was front and center, and yet, she felt more free and happy than she had in a while.

“You look in good spirits,” Blake said.

“Well you look like you didn’t get a wink of sleep,” she replied.

He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “That’s because a little vixen kept me up all night.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” she said.

“And you won’t, because this fake relationship is the best thing about this place.”

Fake.

That word hit her harder than it had these last few days. But that’s what this was. She’d need to keep that mind, especially since Kevin and Wendy were walking up, threatening to ruin her morning afterglow.

…

God, Carrie was gorgeous. Tan and beautiful and happy. If this was what fake felt like, he should have done this a long time ago.

But all things come to an end, and even though they’d broken a rule and had sex last night, it didn’t mean anything had changed on the “fake” front. They were still friends, but this vacation would end and they’d go their separate ways. In the meantime, he would still protect her and help her with her fantasy.

“You know, I have to admit something that I was disappointed in last night,” he said.

Carrie leaned in and looked worried. “Oh?”

He nodded, giving an exaggerated sigh. “Yeah, I didn’t get to enjoy the coconut bra.”

She looked him dead in the eye. “Me neither. I was really hoping you’d model for me.”

He laughed. Honest to God laughed. The woman was witty and quick and smart.

“What do you want to do today?” she asked, glancing over his shoulder again. He looked back as well and saw the couple from hell approaching.

“Well I guess we have no choice but to fill our time with fun and games and not them.” He hiked a thumb in Kevin and Wendy’s direction.

She smiled and looked out over the ocean. There was a wading area with a net set up for various games.

“I’m not very competitive,” he said with a sly grin.

“Bullshit.”

He laughed. But before he could enjoy his conversation with Carrie further, the demon painter and his witch lady strode up.

“You two are up early,” Kevin said, walking up with his sunglass on and his shirt open. Blake wanted to burn every single Hawaiian shirt and hemp necklace the tool had.

“It’s eleven,” Carrie said.

“Yeah, well, the lady and I were up late last night,” Kevin said with an overexaggerated stretch. So they were still on this and Blake didn’t care whatever anyone said. What he and Carrie shared beat the hell out of whatever Kevin was capable of. Which wasn’t a lot, he’d bet.

We’re back to fake, stupid.

He internally cursed himself, trying to remember that while the lines of real and fake were blurry, he still needed to play his part.