Page 168 of Charming Deception

Hard.

It’s heaven and the most delectable hell at once as we moan and slap together in the heat, driving into each other so hard, it almost hurts.

I still can’t get enough.

He makes me come three times before he finally releases into me with a groan, his face buried in my neck.

I guess we’ll talk later about the fact that we haven’t talked about condoms yet. Or the pill.

I’m on the pill, and I’m not worried.

He’s barely pulled out when he gives me the most regretful face I’ve ever seen and tells me he has a few calls to make after breakfast.

I laugh, I’m so happy and sated, and he seems so adorably sad.

He gives me a warning slap on the ass that’s far too delicious to be chastising and tells me to behave.

Oh. Is this a thing now?

I can’t even hide my grin.

“I think I’d rather misbehave,” I say, and I love the way his eyes darken.

“If I could get it up right now,” he says warningly, “I’d be fucking you senseless for that.”

I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so hard in my life.

* * *

We eat our amazing gourmet breakfast on the patio.

As soon as I’m finished eating my last bite, my fiancé beckons me to him with a crook of his finger.

He pats his lap as I come to him.

I sit down in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m going to get these pesky calls out of the way,” he tells me, his hand on my neck, his thumb drifting over my pulse. “You enjoy the pool. Then I’m going to enjoy you again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I say breathlessly.

Then I kiss him, long and slow, until he groans. He gives my ass a deep squeeze and gives me the gruff order: “Be good.” Then he removes me from his body.

So much for working only when he wants to. While that’s usually the case, I’ve learned that if his siblings expect him to be on a call, even he can’t get out of it.

I grin.

“Why do you look so happy?” he grouches.

“I just never knew until now that teasing you would be so much fun.”

He glowers.

“What?” I say innocently. “It’s true.” Now that he’s showing me how much he wants me… letting himself have me… “I like seeing you get all worked up.”

When he reaches for me, I think he’s going to try to spank me again, but he turns me by the hips. I’m now facing a line of hooks along the wall, where luxurious robes hang.

“Bikini,” he orders. Then he slaps me on the ass.

Tingles spread through my body, but I give him a dirty look over my shoulder.

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