Page 11 of The Fake Date Deal

I brought the plate over. Eve went to take one, but I slapped her hand away.

“No sweets for mean girls.”

Eve’s eyes went wide. “Mean girls? Me?”

“Mm, you were laughing.” I kissed my way up her neck. She snaked her hand around me and tried for a berry. I caught her hand and pinned it to the pillow, and took a strawberry myself and held it in my teeth. Eve reared up and bit it, and sighed with pleasure.

“Good?”

“Yeah, delicious.”

I fed her another and tried one myself. It was ripe and sweet, but Eve would be sweeter. And Rafael’s face, when he saw in the morning. I wished I could be a fly on the wall to see that, his little smug smirk twisted with rage. His socials exploding with ha-ha emojis.

Eve stretched past me and grabbed the champagne. She pulled off the foil and tossed it aside. I smiled and drew back as she tugged at the cork.

“Careful. Go slow, or that’s going to?—”

“Oh!”

The cork popped out fast. Champagne fountained out. It spilled down Eve’s front and over my legs, and we both gasped from the sudden chill. Eve scrabbled back. I jumped off the bed. She stood, her breasts beaded with sparkling champagne.

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting…”

“No, no, it’s fine. It washes off, right?” I thumbed champagne off her shoulder and felt she was trembling. Just from the chill, or was she nervous? I took the bottle from her and set it back on the table, and pulled her to me. Kissed her soft on her forehead.

“It can be just this,” I said. “If that’s all you want.”

“Just what?” Her brow furrowed.

“Champagne and kisses. Revenge on Rafael. We don’t have to do more than that if you don’t want to.”

“And what if I do?” She pressed up against me. “What if I want you to make me purr like that Audi? Spin me around till I go ‘Rafael who?’”

I unzipped her dress. “Do you?”

“What do you think?” She took my shirt in both hands and jerked it up roughly, and we both wrestled it over my head. Eve was admiring me when I got my face clear, hungry eyes fixed on the lines of my torso.

“Thirst trap is right,” she said.

I blinked at her. “What?”

She shook her dress off her shoulders and it slid down her body. Crumpled at her feet in a puddle of silk. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need one. Her small tits were perky, her hard nipples rosy. She ran her hand down her front, down the silk of her panties, and I surged forward and seized her by the waist. I tossed her on the bed like a doll, like she’d wanted, and clambered on top of her, and kissed her deep. I kissed her mouth, her sharp chin, down the line of her jaw. Down her slim throat, sweet with champagne. I sucked the taste off her nipples as she unhooked my belt. Shudders ran through her body with each flick of my tongue, each brush of my lips, every graze of my teeth.

“You forgotten his name yet?”

“Not yet. Keep going.” She tangled her hands in my hair and guided me lower. I kissed a line down her ribs and the curve of her belly. She tensed as I sucked at the crest of her hip. Moaned as I worked my way down the line of her panties. I teased them aside and lapped at her slit, and was rewarded with a hiss and a buck of her hips. She twisted her hands in the mop of my hair, and the light wrench of pain only spurred me on faster. I wanted to get her moaning my name, not just not-Rafael’s, but mine on her lips. I wanted her to scream it, to cry it out loud, no room in her thoughts for any other.

“Please… please?—”

I fluttered my tongue. Circled her clit. Dug my blunt fingers into the flesh of her thighs. Begging for more was good, but we weren’t there yet. I needed her helpless under my spell.

“Don’t stop.”

Oh, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t stop till I heard her, till I felt her lose her mind. Till I knew she was mine, at least in this moment, every inch mine and nobody else’s.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck, yes!” She gripped my hair hard and ground up on my lips, and I gave her what she wanted. What I wanted as well. She tasted divine, as good as she looked, salt and clean sweat and a hint of champagne.

“Marco,” she moaned, and I almost hit my crest with her. Almost came undone at that hot, gorgeous moan. My name came so ragged, so dripping with want, I found myself breathing hers over and over. I’d never had it this good, this intoxicating. Never wanted anyone like I wanted her.

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