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He nods solemnly, even as the crinkles around his eyes deepen. “You got it.” His gaze turns more serious. “You should also know that I’m clean.”

Shit. I should’ve asked that first and foremost. “I’m also clean,” I blurt. “And you already know about my IUD.”

Adrian’s reply is to kiss my neck again. Then his fingers feather through my hair, ruining my coiffure. I inhale sharply as his cock presses against my belly, and I feel heat pooling just a few inches below it.

His mouth retraces the path from earlier, down my belly and over to my clit.

Wait a second. I thought?—

He laps between my folds once again, and thought becomes the furthest thing from my mind. Reveling in the pleasure coiling inside me, I writhe underneath him, growing desperate for the release.

His clever tongue keeps going.

My hands ball into the sheets. Here we go. Another record-breaking orgasm is about to?—

But no. Adrian pulls away just as I am on the brink. The head of his cock is now where his tongue was a second ago, teasing my entranceand driving me insane in equal measure.

Before I can let out a cry of frustration, Adrian captures my lips in a scorching kiss.

The heat inside me intensifies. I wouldn’t have guessed that tasting myself would be such a turn on, but here we are—and now I need him inside me so badly I may scream.

As if sensing my desperation, Adrian gently enters me, and there’s a moment when pleasure is tinged with pain, but the pleasure quickly wins out—likely due to all the endorphins having their way with my opiate receptors. All I want is to reach that elusive orgasm that I was teased with, and lo and behold, it starts building anew, faster than I thought possible.

“That’s it,” Adrian grunts as he thrusts deeper. “Come with me. Now.”

What choice do I have? My inner muscles quiver around his cock, and I dig my nails into his back as I come on the next thrust.

Adrian groans in pleasure and grinds into me. I must’ve squeezed him just right because I feel the warm wetness of his release as another aftershock of pleasure bursts forth inside me.

Wow. That was… wow.

I can neither move nor open my eyes.

I bet there’s a blissed-out expression on my no-longer-virginal face.

I hear Adrian move off the bed.

Whatever.

He comes back, and a warm, wet cloth presses against my center.

Yeah. This is bliss. And it continues as Adrian wraps his body around mine.

It might be my sleepy brain, but I can almost visualize our fake marriage transforming into something. Something real. Something where I can feel this way every day.

If I could, I’d bottle this moment forever, but alas, I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 34

ADRIAN

As Jane falls asleep in my arms, the enormity of what has just happened hits me like a shot from the triple barrel cannon that DaVinci invented but never built.

I slept with Jane. Devirginized her, to be precise. If this were the time period she likes to read about, the honorable thing for me to do would be to marry her—except that has already happened.

Fuck. It was the best sex of my life. And that’s not a hyperbole—it was genuinely the best. The scorching chemistry that simmered between us all this time was, if anything, an under-promise. The real sex was so much better than anything my mind conjured up during my lonely dates with my fist. And I had to hold back due to her virginity. I can’t even imagine how good it’ll be between us once?—

No. We can’t. We shouldn’t. Her GD, as Jane called it, shouldn’t have happened, but since it has, the only thing I can control is what happens next—which should be nothing. The hearing requires all my focus, and Jane is too delicious of a distraction. Worse yet, a single wrong move on my end could jeopardize the very reason for our fake marriage.

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