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Her orgasm triggers my own, and I explode, filling the condom while she milks me dry. I collapse on top of her, spent and sated, and she holds me closer, her heartbeat pounding against my chest.

As the haze of pleasure lifts, one thought runs through my head: my fake girlfriend feels pretty real right now.

Chapter 8: Elyse

Iwake early enough to tiptoe out of Jack’s room and back to the guest room before Sam is awake. I hear my brother moving around a bit later, fixing his breakfast before leaving for a morning run. If he keeps to his usual schedule, he won’t be back until after practice later in the afternoon.

I get into the shower and let the hot water wash over me, easing the soreness in my muscles. I’m still a little tender from last night, and I smile to myself as I think about how many times I came. I’ve never been with a man who could satisfy me like that. The sex was amazing, and I’m already craving more. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I can’t afford to fall for my brother’s best friend, no matter how good the sex is.

As I get dressed, my stomach growls, and I realize I’m starving. I head to the kitchen and start making a pot of coffee. I’m just pouring my first cup when strong arms wrap around me from behind.

“Good morning,” says a deep voice in my ear.

I turn to see Jack, his hair still damp from the shower, and I lean into him, inhaling the clean scent of soap and shampoo. “Morning.”

He kisses me softly, and I melt into his embrace. His lips are warm and inviting, and I return the kiss with equal fervor. Our tongues dance together, and my body responds instantly, heat pooling in my belly.

Jack pulls away, and I whimper in protest. He chuckles, and the rumble of his laugh vibrates through my body. “Hungry?”

I nod, cheeks flushing. “Starved.”

He grins, and I notice the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Me, too.” I raise an eyebrow, and he laughs again, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “For food, Elyse. I’m hungry for food.”

I pout, and he leans in to kiss me again. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

My heart skips a beat at the term of endearment, and I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. He’s just being playful, I remind myself. It doesn’t mean anything.

Jack makes us both a plate of eggs and bacon, and I devour my food, ravenous. We eat in silence, and I steal glances at him from across the table. At some point, my hunger morphs into desire for him, and I drop my fork with a clatter.

He looks up with a start, his pupils dilating. “Fuck,” he says with a groan, but it’s a sound of appreciation and longing.

The bedroom is too far away, and our movements are frantic as he pushes me back against the counter and lifts me onto it. He slides up my pencil skirt so I can spread my thighs, and I fumble with the zipper of his jeans.

His cock springs free, and I waste no time in wrapping my hand around it. I stroke him slowly, teasing the tip with my thumb. His hips buck, and he groans, burying his face in my neck.

“You’re driving me crazy, baby,” he says against my skin.

I smile, feeling powerful and sexy. “That’s the idea.”

He growls and nips at my collarbone, and I gasp, tightening my grip on his cock. I guide him to my entrance, and he thrusts inside me with a grunt.

We move together, our bodies in sync. The friction of his cock against my clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I cry out, arching my back. It should be too fast and not enough stimulation, but somehow, it’s perfect.

He grips my hips, pulling me closer, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I cling to him, digging my fingers into the muscles of his back. “Yes, Jack. Just like that.”

He thrusts harder, and my orgasm builds. My body tenses as my inner walls clench around his cock. I’m so close.

“Come for me, baby,” he says.

And I do. I explode around him, my vision blurring as my climax crashes over me. I cry out, raking my nails down his back. He thrusts once, twice, and then he’s coming too, spilling himself on my thigh to avoid coming inside me without a condom.

We stay like that for a moment, our breathing ragged. I rest my forehead against his, and he kisses me softly.

“Wow,” he says, and I laugh.

“Yeah, wow.”

After another kiss, we clean ourselves up and get dressed again. We share one last lingering look before I head out the door. I’m already late for my internship, but I don’t care. It was worth it.

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