Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

No I couldn’t. He was a work colleague. He was too young. And…My concerns vanished as he stepped closer to me. He was so close now that I could feel the heat of his body. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

“How will I know I get my money’s worth?” Who was this woman, I wondered? I wasn’t one to banter, at least not in sexual terms. And yet, here I was essentially daring Tucker to kiss me. Or more.

His dark eyes flashed with heat. “I won’t finish until you’re satisfied.”

Aw man, I think I could come just from the promise of sweet, erotic pleasure in his eyes.

He studied me for a moment.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked.

“I just want to make sure you’re sober enough when I take a down payment.”

I don’t know what that meant, but if he needed me sober to take it, I’d give him the confirmation he needed. Sure, I’d had a few drinks and he drove me home because of it, but I had the complete mental clarity to know what was going on. And to stop it, if I wanted. Which I didn’t want to do.

“What’s your assessment?” I said, looking up at him as I closed the distance and my breasts pressed against his chest.

He groaned, sliding his hand along my cheek as he pulled my head to his, fusing his lips to mine. I’d never understood the analogy of fireworks going off when kissing. Until now.

Holy smokes, it was like my brain lit up. And from there, the electricity zapped through my body.

His other hand slid around my back and pulled me against him and I nearly gasped as I felt the hard length of him against my belly. Any resistance I had dissipated. How could I expect to deny myself something that promised to feel so good? To feel better than I’d ever felt before? Didn’t every woman deserve to have one sexual encounter in their lives that lived up to all the romance novel hype? I was sure, this was my one chance, and I was going to take it.

I wrapped my arms around him and slanted my lips to take the kiss deeper as I ground my pelvis against his dick.

“Take the full payment,” I whispered as I lightly bit his ear. I’d never bit a man’s ear before. For this one moment in time, I was going to let all my inhibitions go and just feel. Tucker might be young, but he had the looks and charm that women loved, and so I knew he had experience in bringing pleasure to women.

He growled. “I’m fucking dying for you.”

His use of the f-word heightened my already humming senses. “Me too,” I gasped.

He maneuvered me to the table, as his hands expertly pulled my knit top over my head and tossed it aside.

“You have amazing tits,” he said. “I’ve wanted to suck them since the moment you sent me that picture.”

Clearly, he didn’t just know how to touch a woman, but what to say to make her feel sexy and aroused as well.

He made good on his words when he removed my bra and drew my nipple into his mouth. He might as well have been sucking on my clit, because that’s where I felt it.

I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustrating need. I reached for his pants but he pushed my hands away.

“Not yet,” he said on a raspy voice, as he undid my jeans. “I’m taking my down payment first.”

“I need—”

“I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”

He shoved my pants and panties down and then stood back to take me in. Immediately I felt self-conscious and I crossed my hands over my breasts.

“Don’t,” he said, his eyes dark and hot. “Don’t ever cover your perfection.” He let out a small gasp. “You’re one fucking glorious curve after another.”

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to trust all that was being said right now, but since this was a fantasy, I decided to accept it.

I dropped my hand to the sides. “I want to see you.”

“You will.” He moved to me, pushing me toward the table. “Let me get a good look at your sweet pussy, Holly.” He helped me up to sit on the table, and then pushed my thighs open as he dropped to his knees.

I closed my eyes, again feeling self-conscious. I’d never been a big oral sex person. Or, more accurately, my ex hadn’t been. He made it seem like it was gross.