The Fake Engagement

The hands that were supposed to push him away gripped him even tighter. Sliding them around his back, up toward his neck, she didn’t break the kiss either. Instead, she kissed him back with the hunger she felt.

This was getting so hard for her because she already accepted that she’d fallen in love with this man. Preston Boone had gotten underneath her skin, and there was no getting away from it.

He tugged the strap down her body, and she didn’t put up a fight, more than happy to let it fall away.

Within seconds, her swimsuit and his trunks were on the floor. He had her hiked up against the wall, and his hard cock slid inside her.

They didn’t stop kissing.

He felt incredible.

This made sense.

This was easy.

Sex was always easy.

Preston moved them away from the wall and took them toward the sofa. Collapsing against it, she stared down at where they were connected. He licked his thumb and stroked it across her clit.

She cried out, moaning his name as he worked her toward an orgasm that had her curling her toes.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like that.”

He grabbed her hips and began to pound inside her. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, their moans, it all echoed around the room. Their needs so animalistic, so primal. Their hunger knew no bounds, and when she felt the kick of Preston’s cock inside her as he came, she knew no matter what, they had changed the course of their lives forever.

****

Preston hadn’t used a condom.

It hadn’t been his intention to get her into the pool house and take her without one, but that was exactly what happened, and he couldn’t complain. The feel of her tight cunt wrapped around his length was sheer heaven.

He’d never taken anyone without a condom before. Eliza was his first and only woman.

Seeing her in that wedding dress, something had hit him. Along with her best friends’ words, he wasn’t afraid of the future. He knew Eliza was it for him. However, she was fighting this between them.

After their impromptu sex in the pool house, she avoided him again, and that drove him crazy. Either she avoided him or his family was working double time to take her away from him.

He didn’t like the idea of either, so he was going with her just plain avoiding him.

Rubbing at his temples, he glanced over the file.

Standing in the house he’d already put his signature on and was just waiting for the final details to come through, he glanced through the Aguire file.

He’d called Eliza multiple times to remind her to be here.

The house seemed to mock him as Eliza ignored him, and this was his dream house.

He wanted to talk to his father about everything that he was going through, but to do that would be to admit he’d fucked up, and that wasn’t going to happen. The last thing he wanted to do was to have his father glare at him with disapproval.

Preston couldn’t believe the amount of detail Eliza obtained on Aguire. The man was all about family, loyalty, and community. It said it right there in the pages.

At the sound of his door opening, he closed the file and turned to see Eliza, dressed in a pair of shorts, flip-flops, and a crop top, entering the house. He also hadn’t gone for a business suit, but instead wore khaki shorts and a shirt.

The weather was hot as fuck outside.

“You came,” he said.

She gasped and whirled around. “Preston, where is Mr. Aguire?”

“Not here, but we’ve got ten minutes. He’ll be on time. I’ve got no doubt.”

“I thought we were going to meet at a hotel?” she asked. “That was what I organized.”

Preston shrugged. “He called me this morning while you had disappeared. Told me that he was interested in meeting me soon, and I let him know I had purchased a place here and was going to do some measurements and prepare to furnish it.”

“So this part is all real?” Eliza asked. “You’re going to stay here?”

“I’m going to come back home, I think.” This house wasn’t just for him though. “Eliza, we’ve got to talk.”

She shook her head. “No, we don’t need to talk about anything.”

“Did you take the morning-after pill?”

“No, I haven’t taken it. I haven’t had time to get to the pharmacy for it.”

“Then don’t take it,” he said.

“Preston, we had unprotected sex.”

“And I’m clean, and I know you are as well.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, then immediately frowned. “Scrap whatever I just said. I’m not thinking straight right now. Look, I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Marry me,” he said.

“What?”

He blew out a breath. “You heard me. Marry me?”

“I can’t believe this. You want me to marry you even though this is all a lie. You’d go that far not to tell your parents the truth, or is this about Aguire?” she asked.