Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

“Not here,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me down the hall.

“I need you,” I moaned.

“Bed. My bed.” In his room, I didn’t have a chance to look around before he pulled me to him. “Our bed. Mrs. Valentine.”

My heart swelled with so much love. I couldn’t believe it was possible. With those words, he told me everything I needed to hear. I’d never been in his bed. He’d never called me by his name. And now he did.

“Mo.” His name came out on an emotional gasp as I pressed my palm to his cheek. “You’ve just made my every dream come true.”

He dropped his forehead against mine. “I don’t know why you’ve chosen me, but I’m going to stop fighting it.”

“Thank God.” I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back on the bed. “Now fuck me, because I’m dying for you.”

He flashed a sexy smile. “As you wish.”

Our bodies were a flurry of activity as we kissed and touched and tore our clothes off until finally, finally, we were flesh to flesh. His hot skin felt amazing over mine as his mouth consumed me in every way possible.

“Open for me, Brooke,” he said as he settled his hips between my thighs.

I spread my legs and sighed as his dick found my entrance.

“Look at me,” he said.

I looked at him, loving how I could finally see how he felt about me in his hazel eyes.

“You gave me this precious gift. Your innocence.”

I nodded. “I wanted you to be the first.”

His head cocked to the side. “I’m honored by that. But you do realize that by staying married to me, I’m your only, right?”

I smiled. “Yes. Why would I want anyone else?”

His shoulders shrugged. “You’re young. There are many more handsome, younger men than me out there.”

“Are there? I wouldn’t know. I only see you, Mo.”

His smile was beautiful, and it made me feel like I’d given him something special. “Well then,” he said, and then pushed forward, his dick slowly but surely filling me.

I moaned, loving the feel of him sliding inside until he couldn’t go any further.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said as he kissed my jaw and lightly sucked my neck.

“Mo?” I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper.

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

His head lifted, and he looked down on me. “Brooke.” His hand caressed my face. “I love you, too.”

He shifted, resting on his forearms as he continued to look down on me. He withdrew and slid back in slowly.

“Do you feel me?” he asked.

“Yes. I love how you feel.”

He slid back and forward again. “Your pussy is perfection, Brooke. Sweet perfection.”