Accidental Baby (Fake Marriage Romance 2)

I wrapped my arms around her and scooted us down so I could lay against her. “Do you have a problem with making love in the open?”

Her eyes flashed, but I wasn’t sure if it was excitement at having sex or my use of “making love” to describe what we were doing.

“As long as I don’t get bit.”

“Even by me?” I reached back and unzipped her dress, eager to see and touch her magnificent tits.

She gave me a sexy smile. “Well, maybe by you would be all right.”

I kissed her again, as we took our time getting undressed. The bed of my truck wasn’t the most comfortable and we were out in the wild open. At the same time, I felt like we were in an oasis and the only two people in the world. Maybe even the universe.

When she was naked, I took my time running my hand down over her curves and to her pussy. I slipped a finger between her thighs.

“My, how wet you are Mrs. Simms.”

She flinched slightly at my calling her Mrs. Simms, which made my heart clench that she’d reject it. But I needed her to get used to my need to make her mine.

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; I lifted my finger to my lips and sucked, tasting her sweet juices, and effectively drawing her attention back to sex.

“Better than cannoli,” I said.

Her cheeks and chest flushed and I knew she was as hot as I was.

“Do you have fantasies?” I asked her. Trina was always wound up so tight, I wondered if she ever had flights of fancy. I knew she was responsive and eager in bed, but did she have dirty, nasty thoughts or desires?

“I don’t know.” Her voice sounded self-conscious.

“Do you want to know mine?” I gently rubbed my palm over her hard-distended nipple.

She sighed. “Yes.”

“There’s a bunch. They all star you.”

Her gaze lifted to mine.

“This is one. Out here in my truck. It’s left over from high school.”

Her smile was so sweet, I couldn’t help but kiss her.

“Some are dirty. You ready?”

She nodded.

“One involves fucking your tits.”

Her breath hitched, and her eyes flashed with interest.

“Your tits have starred in my fantasies since high school.”

“You jerk off to me?” She sounded surprised by that.

“All the time. Well, not lately because I have the real thing right now. What about you, Katrina.” I loved the quick intake of breath she had when I called her by her full name. “Do you think of me when you pleasure yourself?” It was a crazy question. For one, I wasn’t sure she was a woman who touched herself. Second, she’d hated me for so long, why would she fantasize about me when trying to get off? “Never mind—”

“Sometimes.”

My brows shot up. “Really. Even though you didn’t like me?”