Page 204 of Charming Deception

I slide my fingers inside her, watching how her eyes glaze over with pleasure. I take my time coaxing out another luscious orgasm, two fingers plunging deep inside her and my lips wrapped around her sweet little clit. I stroke and suck as she grinds her hips into me, and when she goes off, it’s with an ecstatic cry and a deep shudder, her cunt pulsing around my fingers and her hands grabbing at my hair.

When I release her clit, she sighs and relaxes against the bed.

“Best engagement celebration ever,” she says shakily.

I slide my fingers out of her. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

She laughs softly. As if I’m fucking kidding.

“Baby, I can’t help it if I’m obsessed with romancing you. It’s biological. You knew what you were getting into.” I yank off the towel that’s still barely clinging to my hips and toss it aside. It’s getting hot in here. “You’re the one who told me I was a romantic when I wanted to chuck my tablet, and your twat hero, Wolf, out of the jet on that flight to France.”

Her eyebrow arches. “And clearly, I wasn’t wrong.”

“Good thing for both of us, you’ve assured me that Wolf has stepped up and become the alpha Rowan needs him to be. Which means I’m willing to read the final two books, and see if he comes through.”

“Lucky me.”

I grab her thighs and spread her legs wide around my hips, making her gasp. I bite her throat lightly. “Did you really think I’d find you lying in bed wearing my shirt and not demand to fuck you?”

She gives me a sultry look. “I would never.”

“Oh. You knew. Because you’re my little tease.” I slide my fingers inside her again, and I pulse them against her flesh.

Two can tease.

I’m not nearly done with her. She just agreed to marry me. My idea of doing our engagement right this time is making up for all the fucking we should’ve done the first time.

Her pussy spasms in response to my touch, and she moans, still hungry.

My beautiful, insatiable girl.

“Jamie,” she gushes.

There’s something about that sweet way she says my name that makes my heart clench and all the arrows lodged in it quiver. Only my family and closest friends have ever called me Jamie. To the outside world, I’m Jameson Vance, untouchable billionaire, a member of the ultraprivate Vance family.

But when Megan says my name, it feels like we’re family already. And it turns me on.

“I want in you,” I growl.

“You are in me.”

I slip my fingers out and caress her sensitive little asshole with my fingertip. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t protest or pull away. I already know she likes it when I use my fingers here.

And I hate to bring up her fucking lowlife of an ex at a time like this, but I suddenly need to know. Right now.

“Did he fuck you here?”

If he did, I’ll make it my mission to fuck her better.

“No,” she breathes. And the hit of primal, alpha possessiveness that surges through my veins is like a fucking superdrug.

I know I can love her better. That’s no question.

I know I can fuck her better, too.

But to fuck her first and last… I don’t even know until she says no to that question and heat expands in my chest how badly I want to own every single part of her.

For life.

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