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“Yeah. Say my name while I fuck you, Megan.”

She breathes my name.

My balls pull up tight.

“I’m gonna come. Come with me, baby. Come for me again.”

I grind into her as I pump, and her back arches. She screams as she comes, her core convulsing in pleasure at the same time I explode.

I shove into her, letting go.

She grabs my face and pulls me down, kissing me while I come, and I close my eyes, tumbling through the dark with her.

I’ve never felt anything so fucking breathtaking as her mouth sucking me hungrily as I jerk into her, filling her with my come. I growl into our kiss, undone, and come away panting when it’s finished.

She’s panting beneath me.

We stare at each other, and then she smiles.

I smile back.

“That was…” Intense. Mind-blowing. Fucking terrifying, actually. “So hot,” I breathe.

Megan blinks up at me in a daze. “I knew it would be,” she says dreamily. “What took you so long?”

I knew it, too.

I also knew, the moment I slid inside her and another arrow slid into my heart…

For me, this is real.

I have no intention of faking anything anymore.

Chapter 38

Megan

I lie curled against Jameson’s body, my face tucked into his neck, his heavy arm around me as he sleeps. His pulse beats lazily against mine everywhere we touch.

I take some pride in the fact that maybe I exhausted him?

I just had the hottest and most satisfying sex of my life. With my fake fiancé.

I should really sleep, but I just keep drifting in this heady haze of satisfaction and the lingering excitement.

Not only did he screw my brains out, he cuddled me afterward.

And kissed me for what felt like hours before he finally fell asleep.

Wait.

Does this mean it’s not fake anymore?

When he brought me to this resort, I’d expected more of the same as what I experienced in Europe: accompanying him to business dinners and frustrating nights lying next to him in our hotel bed.

Since Europe, there’s been an uncomfortable rift between us. I was afraid when I withdrew from him—feeling like I needed to, to protect my heart—that I was only worsening that rift. But it bothered me deeply when he continued to withhold sex.

For no known reason.

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