Page 47 of His Fake Wife

“Perv,” I giggled, reveling in the compliment. My amusement vanished quickly, however, because the prelude to my orgasm was in full effect. Bolts of lightning licked my insides, all of my nerve endings seemed to tingle and my inner muscles held on to Adam for dear life.

My breath left my lungs in a whoosh as my body catapulted to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Surely, such intense orgasms all the time wasn’t normal. Adam held on to me tightly through his own release and I rested my head on his shoulder until he went still. I didn’t move for a while, not wanting to leave his arms. I should never have gotten so accustomed to being in them and feeling so safe because it wouldn’t last.

“Are you okay?”

I smiled and lifted my head. “It always amazes me how considerate you actually are.”

“Hey,” he scowled. “I thought we were beyond you taking digs at me.”

“It’s a reflex,” I chuckled. Tracing his smile with a finger, I added, “I’m surprised you didn’t protest our lack of protection.”

“If you thought we didn’t need any, we didn’t need any,” he shrugged. “I trust you.”

My aftersex bliss vanished in an instant. I gazed at Adam with growing horror. “Oh, God,” I groaned. “You really shouldn’t.”

“What?”

I scrambled to get up and nearly fell face first out of the tub. Adam snagged my arm to stop my descent.

“Jesus, Beth, you don’t have to break your neck to get away from me. What’s your deal?”

I caught my balance and stepped out of the tub, water dripping on the floor. Grabbing a towel, I didn’t even bother to rinse off.

“It’s not you. I...there’s something I have to tell you.”

Chapter 20

Adam

I watched Beth practically pace a hole in the rug in front of the bed. I couldn’t believe she’d reacted with so much horror because I told her I trusted her. Maybe it was a good thing I hadn’t told her I love her then.

Chin resting on my palm, I said, “I thought you had something to tell me.”

She froze and spun around to face me.

“I do. I was just trying to gather my thoughts.”

“Now you’re scaring me.”

We’d had such a great evening?a great few days actually. I felt closer to her than ever and I wondered if she felt the same way. We felt like a real couple and I didn’t hate it.

What had I been running from all these years? I felt foolish having the idea that my parent’s relationship would define my own. Beth was incredible to be with. Once she stopped despising the very air I breathed, she was pretty easy going, like me. She was smart, funny, and sexy as sin.

I was worried about what she had to tell me but that didn’t stop me from checking her out. I really wish she’d put something more than that flimsy robe on so I could focus on whatever she had to say. The swell of her breasts were on display and her skin still glistened from our bath.

I never thought the day would come when I sat in a tub and soaked in a freaking girly bath fragrance. Yet, I did it for Beth. She suggested it and I had tripped over myself to prepare it for her in an effort to be romantic. Boy, I really had it bad. I couldn’t complain about the sex that followed though. It was worth smelling like a woman.

“Beth,” I sighed, tired of the suspense, “Come on.”

“I want you to know that this was in no way deliberate. I’d like to think you know me better than that.”

I sat taller in the arm chair and studied her with growing suspicion. “Alright, woman, spill.”

That hot tempered spitfire I’d known almost all my life surfaced.

“First of all, just because we have incredible sex, don’t think you can get away with calling me woman in that tone. You’re risking bodily harm.”

My lips twitched but I valiantly fought back the smile.

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