Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

So why was I letting him touch me now? Because I missed him. I missed this man who I’d once loved. A part of me probably hoped this would change everything. That he’d return to being the man I’d fallen in love with. But five years and his behavior had taught me the realities of life. So I’d take this moment, and then walk away.

His hands gripped my hips, tilting them, and then his tongue thrust up inside me, laving my sensitive pussy and making me whimper with need. His thumb flicked over my clit and a flash of white-hot light blasted in my brain as pleasure rocketed through me.

I cried out, holding his head to me as I rode his mouth to wring out every last bit of pleasure. Never had a man been able to touch me the way he had. What a cruel joke Cupid was playing on me.

He brought me down, his hands fumbling with his belt and pants. “Tell me I can fuck you,” he growled. They weren’t the most romantic words, but at least he was asking and not just taking.

“Yes.” No should have been the answer, but I was too far into this to stop. It was crazy. The feminist in me would have a field day once the sex-crazed part of me resided. But oh well.

5

Simon

I wasn’t a man for losing control, but I was completely lost in her. I’d thought for sure I was over her. I carried my anger and resentment for her along with the baggage of my childhood and I never set it down. It was a reminder that the world was a cruel place. Society liked to tout love and happiness, and pretend that was what they strove for, but I knew money was the major motivator in the world.

She tried to guilt me over my paying Ryder to do a gig for Jay, thereby betraying his sister. But when Ryder realized what was happening, sure he confronted me, but in the end, he played the gig. Money over family. Of course, he and Sinclair and Trina and the rest of them were back in la-la land, having forgiven him. But they were all duping themselves. I knew the truth. I’d seen it work over and over again. Money was everyone’s true love.

But having Leslie…Erica in my house. Seeing her up close again, my heart went haywire. How could it still want her? How could it still hope that love was a real thing? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I felt like I was in a fucking tug of war as I worked to hold on to my resentment and yet, was dying to touch her again.

Her lips were the same sweetness. Her tits were soft and full, her nipples like hard pebbles that always made my dick turn to steel. And her pussy…holy fuck…she was divine.

My dick was screaming for relief, but considering our past, once she came off her orgasm, I fully expected her to run off. She’d probably slap me. She might even accuse me of forcing her. I was a lot of things, but I wasn’t a man to take a woman who didn’t want to be taken.

“Tell me I can fuck you.” My hands weren’t working right as I worked to get my pants shoved down my legs to free my aching dick.

“Yes.”

Hallelujah. I pushed her back on the window seat and hooked her legs around my hip. I looked down into her eyes and wanted to cry out at all the crazy emotion that was dueling in my chest. This woman lied to me. She was out to hurt me. What the fuck was wrong with me that it felt like I couldn’t breathe without her?

Unable to deal with the emotions, I pushed it aside and thrust forward, filling her in one hard plunge. Holy fucking Christ. I thought my head might explode. She was tight and wet and as perfect as she’d been five years ago. For a moment, I let myself go there. Go to the time when I started to all

ow myself to believe in love and that I could have it with her.

I moved, trying not to rush to the finish line. I wanted to savor this moment. It had been so fucking long since I’d felt connected to anyone. And while she was the very last person that I should have felt this way with, I’d allow it for this one moment. When it was done, she’d be gone. If she didn’t run off, I’d send her away. But I’d have this moment to remember.

Her hands gripped my back, and I had a moment of regret that we weren’t completely naked. I mean, if I was going to have one last hurrah with her, it should be perfect. But that wasn’t to be, so instead, I levered over her, and moved. In and out. Grinding against her. Rocking with her. Like five years ago, we moved in perfect dance. Pushing each other higher and higher and then dangling on the precipice for a moment before I thrust and let go. My orgasm swallowed me whole, consumed me. It was sweet and so fucking good. And then it was over.

Remorse filled me. I couldn’t regret this, and yet, I knew it shouldn’t have happened. Not for her. Not for me. This woman wanted to ruin me. I might have just given her more fodder to do it.

I pushed back and stood, yanking my pants up. Anger filled me, but it was at myself for being so weak.

She lay on the daybed for a moment and then sat up pushing her skirt down. She looked so vulnerable. I didn’t want to be taken in by her sweet innocence again, and yet, despite what everyone thought, I wasn’t so big of an asshole to love ‘em and leave ‘em.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked up at me, confusion in her eyes. She shrugged like she didn’t know how to respond.

I had to get out of there. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine.”

She was putting her emotional wall up just like I was. Good. We needed to get back to normal. This was the woman who lied about being pregnant. I knew it was true because she’d had ample time to tell me about her child. The child she tried to pass as mine. But she never mentioned one.

I swallowed, as rage filled me again. “I’ll have Marvin check on your car. I have a meeting I need to get to.” That wasn’t a lie. I did have a meeting, although it was later that night and over the phone.

She nodded. “Thank you.”

I gave her a curt nod and walked out. “Make sure her car is fixed and she gets on her way. I need her out of town,” I told Marvin.