Page 3 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

My crush was under control. But now…

Well, Ted is leaving for New York tomorrow. I might not see him again. I mean, who even knows if I’ll stay in Lake Las Vegas after I graduate college?

As we drive, I keep thinking, it’s my birthday. Shouldn’t tonight be about me giving myself what I want?

As soon as we park, I say, “Walk me to the front door.” I scramble out before I can second-guess myself.

Though he looks mystified, Ted follows me. I worked up my courage the whole way to my front door.

When we get there, I take a deep breath.

Now or never, I think.

“Do you… want to come in?” I offer, my eyes wide. I take in as much of him as I can—his strong jaw, his long nose. He’s got beautiful stormy gray eyes, and I think a bit wistfully.

“Winnie…” Ted trails off.

I wait. My name, even said in that uncertain tone, is not a no.

Ted looks at me—like, really looks. I have nothing but heat and certainty in me, so I try to let him see that.

“You’re in college?—”

“I’m twenty,” I agree. “I’m an adult.”

Ted’s hand rises, and very, very gently, he brushes a lock of my hair out of my face, behind my ear.

“You’re a lovely woman,” he murmurs.

I wrap my hand around his wrist, connected to him as his hand stays on my face. “Do you think?”

“I do,” he whispers.

“Then prove it.”

Ted groans. Significantly, very slowly, he leans in, and at the last second, I surge forward, closing the gap.

When we kiss, my whole body is exploding with fireworks.

Ted’s mouth is warm and soft against mine. He kisses me like he has been wanting to all night. I know I have, and the idea that he might’ve, too, makes me feel full of air and joy. I feel like I could float.

I wrap my arms around him, clasping my hands behind his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me to him. My legs lock behind him, and I groan against his lips.

“Winnie,” he gasps, and I kiss him more deeply this time.

Heat is growing fire hot at my core. I’ve never been with a man like this before. I’ve never wanted to. Already, this is the most erotic moment of my life.

Then Ted holds me by the ass, using his other hand to push open my front door, and he walks me inside my apartment while I press my hot center against him as hard as I can.

“Bedroom?” Ted manages.

I’m busy pressing bruises into his neck, so I point. Ted walks us there and then gently drops me on my bed.

“I can leave,” he offers, panting.

In response, I take off my blue blouse.

“Winnie,” he says slowly.

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