Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

He bent her over more, her hands sliding out to hold herself up enough so he could fuck her hard and fast.

The sound of his body meeting hers over and over rang out like a song, and their breath fogged the mirror.

She reached back with one hand to cup the back of his neck, and Blake growled and picked up the pace. She realized that in this position, her big breasts were on full display in the mirror, swaying violently with every thrust he delivered. And if there was one thing she’d learned about Blake, he was a breast man.

But he also seemed to like her ass, because he gave it a little squeeze, pulling her into him as he pushed inside.

“Blake.” She called his name, and his eyes met hers in the mirror. “I’m there.”

“Me, too,” he said, his brow sweaty and his shoulders tensing. “Come with me.”

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she did.

Pleasure swept her up, and she willed herself to keep her gaze on him. She watched as his jaw clenched and his cock twitched inside of her. Felt his hot release hit her in waves. The power and feel of him only made her body hum harder. Her core sucking and pulling at him, crying for more.

She didn’t know how long it lasted, only that she’d never felt anything so strong in her life. Never felt so connected, so cherished, so loved.

He kissed the back of her head and wrapped her once more in those big arms of his, hugging her close. Only this time, he was inside of her, and Carrie never wanted him to leave.

Chapter Thirteen

Carrie watched the sunrise from the cabana bar she and Blake had visited too many times. Right now, first thing in the morning, it was quiet. The beach would soon have couples walking along it and coming in and out of the open seating area with drinks and food.

She hadn’t slept.

After watching Blake be inside her last night, her body was too buzzy to rest. Her face hurt from smiling. They were set to leave the island tomorrow, but Carrie couldn’t wait. Today was the day he’d propose to her. And today was also the day she’d ask for more.

She loved Blake, and she’d tell him.

So much hope was swelling in her that she could barely keep from bouncing in her seat. She didn’t know when his grand plan was set to commence, but that actually wasn’t top on her mind. Neither was Kevin. She was thinking about the kind of woman she wanted to be. The kind of life she wanted to have. A life she wanted Blake to be a part of. For real.

She’d been up all night, drawing sketches of her different room designs and making a to-do list of all the things she was going to accomplish when she got back to Denver. One, start her own interior design company.

She was excited about her life for the first time in a long time. Even when she thought she’d marry Kevin, she’d never been so blissful, so hopeful.

She looked back at her lap and the pad of paper and pencil. She was working a design for a breakfast nook, pausing only to look up and around as people started packing the place for breakfast.

That’s when it hit her that it wasn’t breakfast. It was the couples event. She remembered Eve mentioning it would start early and last all day. And judging by the looks of all the couples coming in with no kids and practically gazing into each other’s eyes, it really was a romantic spot to be.

The perfect place to tell Blake I do.

She may have spaced the event, but it worked out that Blake would end up meeting her here and they could spend some of their final time on the island, actually together, romantic, and happy.

Blake must not have gotten up yet and seen her note to meet her here. But he should soon. She could barely restrain herself. For the first time, she felt at peace and hopeful. She felt strong.

Eve and her husband came in from the far entrance. Carrie waited to wave, first taking in the sight of them. They looked so happy. It was just the two of them, and she didn’t want to interrupt their moment.

Today would be a great day. Surrounded by love and couples filtering in, she felt like she belonged. Any minute now, Blake would arrive. She’d left the note on the bathroom mirror. She giggled to herself. She’d never be able to look at a bathroom mirror again without getting turned on.

Not so bad a problem to have.

“Oh you’re drawing again, huh?” Kevin said, leaning over her shoulder into her space.

Where had he come from?

Well, fine. He was here before she expected him, but he had to be here if this proposal was going to go as planned. And she could just imagine his face when he saw how sincere she was when she told Blake yes.

Yes, I love you.