Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

“Tell me. Tell me that you like my dick.” I don’t know why that was important, but it was. For all her effort to push me away, she was pretty quick to get us here, naked and fucking on her couch. I was happy to be here. Ecstatic actually, but I needed to hear her acknowledge this. This is what she wanted. She wanted me to fuck her.

She tilted her pelvis, rocking to match my thrusts. “I like your dick.”

I licked my thumb. “Come on it again. Come on it and take me with you.” I rubbed her clit as I let go and pounded away my need, thrusting and plunging until my orgasm blasted through me. Her pussy clamped down, and together we fucked until my lungs were burning from the effort.

As I came down, I adjusted my body so that I could lay over her on the couch. I kissed her temple. She was quiet for a moment. I held my breath as I got ready for her to push me away again, even as I hoped this was a turning point. Wouldn’t it be awesome if she finally just let us be us and not deny what was so clearly between us? She caught me

by surprise by laughing.

“What’s so funny?” For a moment, I felt self-conscious. Was she laughing at me?

“I have the worst luck.” She shook her head. Her eyes were closed like she was hiding from the world.

Huh? That wasn’t the sort of thing a man wanted to hear after having the fuck of his life.

“I get left at the altar on my wedding day and then I get caught in a lie that will ruin my reputation. I just can’t seem to win.”

I shifted our bodies so that she was on top of me. “You’re wrong.”

She looked down at me. “This is a situation that even you can’t charm your way out of.”

“It’s a piece of cake.” I gently rubbed her back, wishing I could caress the certainty I felt about this plan, about us, into her. “It’s a simple arrangement. I’ll move in here and keep up the ruse for Mrs. Reynolds. She’ll likely get bored of the project before too long or we’ll convince her that she’s provided all the input needed and she’ll fork over the money and move on.”

I tried not to be offended when she gaped at me.

“In the meantime, we keep pretending to be married. Look at the bright side, we can carpool to work.” I decided to leave out the part where we could sleep together as I wasn’t sure how she was feeling about it.

She laughed at my carpool remark, but was shaking her head. “You can’t be serious about this.”

“Why not? We pulled it off with ease tonight.”

“We’re supposed to be friends.” Then as if she realized the craziness of her statement because she was laying naked on top of me, she rose, picked up her dress and put it back on. “We seem unable to be around each other and keep things platonic.”

“I was doing a pretty good job until you kissed me.” How annoying that she seemed to blame me for what just happened.

She huffed out a breath. “The point is, Tucker, this ruse wouldn’t work. Not for the long time we’d have to do it. One dinner, sure that’s easy. But for months, maybe a year or more as the new library goes up? We can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because…people would find out.”

“What’s wrong with people thinking we’re married?” I frowned. “Are you embarrassed by me?” I wasn’t sure what made me feel that, but there was something in her attitude that had me thinking she thought there was something wrong with me.

She looked over at me. “Not by you, no.”

I frowned, sitting up but not getting dressed yet. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’m not comfortable with all this. I’m just going to have to come clean to Meredith and face the consequences.”

“What are those consequences going to be? You’ll lose the money for the library. Will she tell people about this? You’re afraid of them thinking you’re married to me. What will they think when they find out you were fake married to me?”

She pressed her hand to her face. “I don’t know. All I know is I can’t do this. I just can’t.”

Now I felt like shit as she cried again. I stood and found my clothes. I tugged on my pants without fastening them and slipped on my shirt. Adequately covered, I went to her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

“I’m sorry Holly. I really thought I was helping.”

She let out a sigh. “You were Tucker and I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch. You were great. I know she liked you.”