Fake Marriage Box Set

“Come for me,” he whispered a command that I couldn't resist.

I cried out his name as I arched towards him, my toes curling. All the tension that he'd pounded into my body flooded out of it, leaving me limp and wrung out against the sheets. He came nearly at the same time as me, pulsing hotly inside of me, spilling his come deep in my folds.

It felt like an eternity before either of us could move again. Andrew propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me. His fingers traced sweetly along the same skin that he'd held so possessively minutes before.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I stared at him for a moment, unable to comprehend the question at first. Then, I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “Yeah, I'm 'okay,'” I told him. I stretched widely. “I am so beyond 'okay,'” I mumbled, the words interrupted by a yawn.

Andrew smiled as though that genuinely made him happy. Then, he pulled the covers up over us and tugged me into his arms, kissing my temple lightly. “Good,” he said. It wasn't long before we both fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Six

Andrew

I fumbled at the bedside table for my phone, only half awake but knowing that I needed to answer it in case it was something to do with work.

I frowned, unable to find the phone where I normally put it. As the thing continued to ring, I pried open my eyes and stared down at Lexi for a moment. She was still curled into my chest, and even though I normally didn't let women stay the night, I was irrationally glad to have her there still. She looked cute like that.

My phone.

I rolled out of bed and managed to locate the thing in the pocket of the slacks that I'd been wearing the night before, which I'd left in a pile on the floor. They were going to need a serious ironing before I could wear them again, I thought distractedly.

I picked up the call right before it rang over to voicemail. “Hello?”

“Still in bed, I guess,” the woman on the other end of the call sniffed. “Should have expected that.”

I glanced at my watch and groaned when I saw it was Saturday morning. “Katie, I can explain,” I said.

“You can explain what?” my younger sister asked, her tone clipped. “There's nothing to explain. I know better than to agree to have breakfast with you. This isn't the first time I've ended up sitting by myself in a café, and I doubt it's going to be the last.”

“Something came up,” I told her, glancing back towards the bed where Lexi watched me uncertainly. She'd made no move to get up yet, though, and I moved back to the bed, sitting down next to her. I splayed a hand across her back and rubbed absently at her skin as I continued to talk to Katherine.

“What's her name, then?” my sister asked mockingly. “You probably don't even know.”

“It's not like that,” I protested.

Katherine sighed. “Sure, it isn't,” she said, and I could practically hear her shaking her head. “When are you going to settle down, Andy? Sleeping around like this isn't healthy for you, or for the women that you're with. You should know that by now. Anyway, you deserve better than that. I know you've been busy with work, but I'm sure there's some beautiful woman out there who's willing to put up with all the late nights and weekends away.”

I sighed. “I'm not looking for that,” I told her, momentarily ignoring the fact that Lexi, my latest conquest, was right there in the bed next to me. Based on my side of the conversation alone, she was probably smart enough to figure out what I was talking about, even if she didn't know who I was talking to. But that didn't really matter. I was never going to see her again. We both knew that.

“But the women that you're sleeping with are looking for that,” Katherine insisted. “I don't care if they've told you otherwise. Women are always looking to settle down into a relationship with the right man. And despite all your flaws, you are a kind man, deep down.”

I snorted. “They all know exactly what they're getting into,” I said, hating the defensive note that crept into my voice.

“I don't think they always do,” Katherine sighed. Her tone was somewhere between exasperated and annoyed. “And even if they do, I'm getting sick and tired of always being stood up when we're meant to meet up. You may not give a shit about any of them, but it hurts to know that you don't care about me, either.”

“Katie, you know that's not true.” I sighed, running a hand back through my hair. “Look, I'm sorry about this morning. We can reschedule. Let's meet up for lunch instead.”

“The whole reason we agreed to meet up for breakfast, even though I knew you weren't going to be there, was because my flight leaves at three, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, falling silent for a beat. “Well, I'll see you when you get back. You're only going to be gone for, like, a week.”

“Try three weeks,” Katherine said, sounding pained. “It's not just San Francisco, remember? That's just the first stop. Then I'm going to London for that work thing, and then I'm going to Barcelona to visit some friends.”

“Right,” I said. “But it's not that long. I'll see you soon, okay?”

“Sure, whatever,” she said, abruptly hanging up.