Page 106 of No Summer Hotter than You

“Millerton Lake?” she said, bewildered as she trailed obscure designs down my chest with her fingers. “I thought you’d want to go somewhere tropical. Like Bali, since I know how much you love my tan lines. But Millerton Lake’s perfect.” Her voice dipped into this sensual low rasp, making my heart drum and cock twitch.

“That’s because you look so sexy with them,” I murmured as she leaned in to kiss me.

I sighed against her soft, pretty lips before kissing her back and pulling her bottom lip into my mouth. She moaned sharply in response and immediately yanked away from our short-lived kiss with red cheeks. I tugged her back and snickered against the corner of her mouth.

“Five minutes?” I hummed, squeezing Shoua’s hips as I rolled my hips into hers.

Her laugh lightly tickled my lips and she raised an eyebrow at me. She glanced between our two units. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine. Kitchen counter.” I smirked as I pulled her back to the front door of my old duplex. I quickly unbolted the door.

“For old time’s sake?” she asked, amusement dripping from her voice.

Throughout our years together here as a couple, we found it best to have quickies in the mornings on the countertop to curb my afternoon cravings for her. I couldn’t just leave project sites like I used to once a week and pick her up just to drive off somewhere to some old forgotten country road to fool around in my Jeep.

Now that I was working on the same projects as my dad, I had to behave. He’d give me an earful if he found out what I did for a few months last year when I was the project manager of my own team again. Instead of eating during my lunch break, I was busy with Shoua. I mean, I was still eating. Just eating out my fiancée before a real meal. That was all. But I doubted that explanation would go well by him.

I shrugged with a mischievous smirk. “You know me, baby. I like having my favorite dessert whenever I can.”

“You mean with coffee on the side?” she answered, pulling me into my old apartment by my shirt. “I believe you still owe me a vanilla hazelnut latte for waking me up so early this morning.”

I snickered, closing the door behind me with a boom. “I believe I owe you a whole lifetime worth of lattes, baby.”

“I look forward to it,” she said and smiled.

I pulled her into another kiss, nipping on her lips and earning the sweetest sounds from her. The cocky grin on my face on grew wider if possible as I pulled her hand in mine. My thumb lazily traced over the shape of the diamond ring I selected for her—with Julie’s help, of course.

My heart thumped a little harder as we stumbled our way back to the kitchen. I pulled away from the kiss to see Shoua’s red face and bitten, swollen lips. In just two weeks, I would be hers for the rest of my life.

She smiled beautifully and quickly unbuckled my pants as I did the same for hers. She quickly bent over the counter while I got on my knees. Once she was properly positioned herself, I buried my lips into her folds and started swirling my tongue. Shoua moaned softly.

“Anthony,” she chanted softly. “Anthony.”

She became wet soon enough and I stood back up to slip into her. We moaned together as I thrusted deep into her. I bunched up her hair into a ponytail and wrapped her hair around my hand, tugging on it. Shoua stifled a throaty groan, and I pulled on her hair again as I plowed my cock deep in her. In three more intense thrusts, we came loudly together.

After we came down from our highs, I let out a wobbly breath as I leaned in and rested my forehead against her shoulder. I pulled out of her and placed her clothes gently back on her as she did the same for me. We smiled sheepishly at each other as the two of us leaned back into each other for a kiss.

I wrapped her arms tightly around her as both of our hearts continued to beat hard in unison, from the sex and the emotions we both shared at this very moment. I let out a soft sigh as I pulled away.

“What?” she asked, smiling.

I shook my head. “Just wondering for a second about what if’s.”

“Like what?” She looked up at me curiously.

My smile softened. “What if I lost you in that car accident?”

Shoua blinked slowly. “You’d miss me.”

“I’d die without you,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Then I thought about what would happen if we never fake dated.”

“Then I’d still be hopelessly crushing on you.” She smiled.

I shook my head again. “Nah, I’d fall in love with you—” I leaned into her, letting my lips hover over hers. “I’d be all yours. Sooner rather than later.”

I pulled away from her and reached into my pocket to pull out an old, crumpled piece of paper. I handed it to her as she accepted it with curiosity. Shoua opened it up, and I watched as her jaw dropped.

On one side, it was our fake dating contract from two years ago with both of our signatures and the day we signed it. I tore it out of her legal pad during one night I slept over at her place that June, worried Evelyn or Kelvin might discover it somehow, even though we never had any plans to invite them into our homes. I came home and shoved the written contract into my nightstand, thinking it’d be a better place.

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