Page 25 of Her Fake Mate

“We have a lot of those now.”

“What?” he says. I can hear the water slosh, and then he’s sitting next to me.

I’m acutely aware that Zander and I are naked. Sulfur water aside…

I gulp. “Secrets.”

“Can I tell you another one?”

His voice is husky, and it makes my thighs clench. “Yes.”

“I can’t stop thinking about that kiss,” he murmurs.

My eyes snap open.

Zander is two inches from my face. He’s staring at me, his face dead serious.

I could lie. Say that I thought it was fake.

Or…

“Me neither.”

I see the moment Zander’s body floods with lust. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips.

“Would you let me kiss you again?” he whispers.

Is it real?

No. I can’t ask that. This whole fake relationship has gone to my head. We aren’t in one.

We’re just two people. In a secret hot spring. Who can’t stop thinking about a kiss.

“Yes,” I murmur.

Zander is on me before my lips stop moving. Hungrily, he slants his mouth over mine.

I meet him, kiss for kiss. Touch for touch.

Then we’re moving. He scoops his hands up under my thighs and propels me out of the water. Moments later, we’re on the bank, my back on soft moss.

I grin at Zander, then press him back. He lets me. From this angle, I’m straddling him, and he’s looking at me like…

Like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I’m poised over him, his thick length pressing at me. His lips find my neck, and I arch as his hands cup my breast.

“Mia…” he whispers.

I need him.

Slowly, I lower myself onto him. “Zander,” I gasp. “You’re…”

“Just keep going, Mia,” he whispers. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby.”

Oh. That works for me.

His murmured praise makes me even wetter. I slide down, and we both gasp when he’s seated inside me.

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