Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

He moved slowly, trying not to cause too many waves, and Kevin waded up and stopped a few feet away from where Blake held Carrie, secretly entering her beneath the water.

“You want to play another game?” Kevin asked.

“Um…” Carrie was obviously trying to concentrate on what he was saying, but Blake gave another slow glide inside of her. “Ah… I ah… No game right now. Thanks. Bye,” she said. Smart woman was trying to get rid of him, but Blake was enjoying this way too much. Being in Carrie when her douche ex had no idea while he watched her hot body be pleasured.

“But you owe us a rematch,” Kevin pushed.

“Games can be fun,” Blake said against her ear. Easing himself slowly out of her and feeling her body tremble as he went.

“Mmm, yes, um…oh…” Carrie said, unable to find any further words. Blake felt a surge of pride. He loved making her feel good. He also hated Kevin, so this was a pretty sweet situation.

“You okay?” Kevin asked.

Carrie nodded and bit down hard on her bottom lip. She was close. Blake could feel her tensing.

“You think more about next week?” Kevin asked her. “I want to talk about the placement of my new pieces. I’m going in a tropical direction and want them in a prime viewing spot in the gallery.”

“You’re going to work with him?” Blake asked Carrie in disbelief.

“Yeah, she is.”

Blake tried not to let the low growl bubble over from his chest.

“Carrie,” he said against her ear. Slowly pulling out of her body. “Tell me you’re not actually considering going back to work with him.”

“I ah…maybe I can—”

Blake thrust hard and Carrie bit back a moan. Kevin just looked perplexed. Fuck that guy. He needed to leave.

“Carrie…” Blake said around grit teeth. He couldn’t handle the idea of her going back to that life. The one where she was setting up his finger paintings while he dumped all over her.

“It’s my job,” she whispered.

Kevin smiled and crossed his arms.

Blake withdrew and fucked her harder with each thrust. It made her come. Her body trembled and her inner walls lit up around his cock, and he was going to come himself.

“Well maybe we’ll see you for dinner,” Kevin said, and turned to walk away.

Blake gripped her ass hard and surged in and out, not caring about the splash or wave they created. Feeling her was one of the best things he could ever recall. And the thought of her spirit dwindling by that douche made the sting in his chest throb harder.

Her orgasm was peaking, her sex gripping him, and he was drowning in her. He came inside her, holding on to her tightly like he was instantly afraid she’d disappear.

Around a strangled breath, he said, “We’re not done with this.” And he didn’t know if he meant their relationship or talking about her job. But either way, somewhere in his thoughts just now, Blake had pictured him and Carrie going home together. Spending time at his outfitter. Seeing each other. None of which would happen.

So he had to stop thinking like that.

But all he could do was hug her against him and revel in the moment that he was, at least for now, connected to her.

…

It was happy hour at the resort cabana and Carrie needed a drink. It had been an eventful afternoon. Between volleyball and the other “game” she’d played with Blake, Carrie felt equal parts relaxed and anxious.

She felt Blake, to her soul, felt him.

The fake dynamic was wearing off and getting replaced with the very real intensity and emotions she had for Blake.

“So how long are you going to fake this?” Blake asked, snapping Carrie from her thoughts.