Page 39 of The Fake Boyfriend Fiasco

Nik shook his head, forcing himself to focus on words—actual, useful words. Hopefully some of the blood in his body had remained in his brain, rather than relocating completely to his throbbing cock.

“Listen, Ri, what I said earlier… I meant it. This isn’t casual.”

“Okay,” she said slowly, almost nervously. “So, what is it?”

Love, his ridiculous mind supplied. Like he could say that to her, when she flinched at the thought of a relationship. “It’s us. It’s just you and me.”

The words made not a lick of sense, but something about her seemed soothed, and he saw understanding in her eyes. “Yeah,” she said softly. “You and me.”

That settled, Nik gave into the need heating his blood and pushed her gently back, back, back, until she was walking through the door of their room. He kicked it shut behind them and dragged her close, hands kneading her luscious arse, cock thrust hard against her belly, tongue tangling with hers. And she met him move for move, just as hungry, just as reckless, pouring her moans into his mouth as if she knew how they fed him.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t possibly know what it did to him, to touch her, to be touched by her. If she did, Nik had no doubt, she’d run.

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Aria loved sex in general and orgasms in particular. Yet, despite her appreciation for bedroom activities, she wasn’t a Rip off my clothes and fuck up my hair kind of girl. Mostly because her clothes were too fabulous to mess up for something as common as dick. Also, because she’d never been swept away quite that badly, never been so high on desire that she forgot to care about anything else.

Until now.

When Nik broke their kiss to drag her dress roughly over her head, it didn’t irritate her; it pulled a gasp from her lips and sent a thrill racing down her spine. When he threw the dress away and looked down at her near-naked body with hunger in his eyes, she felt her pussy get even wetter. Her underwear must be a mess.

He’d probably like that.

Nik grabbed her hips with both hands, little sparks of electricity zinging from each indent of his fingers in her flesh. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“And you’re a tease.” Aria leant forward until her tingling nipples brushed his shirt, the cotton rasping against those sensitive tips. When she closed her eyes and moaned, Nik’s teeth caught her lower lip. He bit, sucked, and she felt every taut pull as if he’d wrapped his lips around her clit instead.

Releasing her, he slid his palms up her body until they cradled her breasts. “If you want something, agapi mou, just ask.”

“I’m not falling for that one again.”

He grinned. “Am I not giving you what you wanted?” Before she could reply, he bent his head and gave her nipple a long, wet lick.

She moaned and watched him lap at her breast, his amber skin flushed, his dark brows furrowed and ferocious. Attraction and need coalesced in her core to form something else, something greater, something that had her raking shaking fingers through his hair and panting, “Fuck, yes, please.”

He moved to her other breast, one hand pushing up the small, soft mound until it met his lips. His free hand cupped her pussy through her sodden underwear, the fabric clinging to her folds. A flush spread over her chest at the realisation that she was even wetter than she’d thought, that her thighs had grown slick, too. But it was his fault. He’d made her sit through dinner watching those full lips move, remembering the way they felt gliding over her skin. He’d done this.

He knew it, too. Nik sucked her nipple hard and rubbed her pussy, his palm rocking against her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance. Something sensuous and unrestrained rolled through her, stealing her breath.

He released her breast and straightened up, his hand stroking faster now, his lips slightly swollen. “Are you going to come, agapi mou? Already?” He actually had the audacity to use that teasing smile with her right now. He was awful. She adored him.

“Fuck off,” Aria managed to gasp, biting back yet another moan. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He was already smug enough. But the way he worked her, his touch so satisfying, maybe he had a right to be.

He bent to whisper against her throat, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin. “I love your pretty little tits. I love your fat nipples and the taste of you on my tongue, and I love the way you’re riding my hand right now like you might never get the chance again.”

She rocked against him harder, the sensation she chased drawing closer with every word. “Ahhhh, Nik, keep—keep—like that—”

“Like this?” he echoed, his tone teasing as ever, but wicked. So wicked. He rubbed her clit in a way that shouldn’t have been enough to make her come, only it was, it was, because she’d been waiting so long, and she wanted it so much—and because it was him. It was Nik’s big hand driving her toward orgasm and Nik’s smiling mouth at her throat and Nik’s arms holding her upright as she gasped out his name, her knees buckling, her body fizzing away from her like champagne from a freshly-popped cork.

“Fuck, Aria. Eísai tóso ómorfi. You’re so beautiful. I need you.”

As the last tremors faded and her focus returned, Aria opened her eyes—when had they closed? —and swatted his chest weakly. “I told you about the Greek thing.”

He pushed her toward the bed. “You don’t want me to be sexy right now?”

“If you get any sexier, I might die.”

“Not yet, love. We’re not done.” He ripped off his clothes as if they were on fire. Aria lay back on the bed and watched, her hand trailing idly down to her still-aching clit, toying with the tight bud through her knickers. First, he stripped away his shirt, revealing that broad chest and the thick trail of hair pointing down his abdomen. His jeans went next, and Aria salivated over his powerful thighs until he finally pushed down his briefs.

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