Page 45 of Just My Luck

My eyes popped open.

Fuuuuuuck.

I couldn’t believe it—sometime in the middle of the night, we’d fused together, and now I was cuddling my fake wife the morning after our sham of a honeymoon. My dick twitched against the perfect curve of her ass, and I bit back a groan.

There was no way she wasn’t going to notice that.

I stilled, assessing whether Sloane was awake.

Her breathing was slow and even. The gentle rise and fall of my arm against her body told me I might be able to sneak away without her noticing the raging hard-on that forgot the wholethis isn’t realpart of our arrangement.

I slowly lifted my head. Her dark lashes swooped low on her cheeks. Sloane looked peaceful. Happy.

Something pinched between my ribs at how perfectly she seemed to fit, wrapped in my arms. I adjusted myself, shifting my hips back and inching away from her, but not before indulging in one last hit of the smell of her hair.

Stop being a fucking creep, dude.

I rolled to my back and exhaled. Sunlight streamed through the window on the far wall, peeking through the animal hide curtains. A smile cracked against my cheek and I stretched, wiggling my toes and willing my cock to calm the hell down.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten laid, and even if I did, I’d bet nothing would compare to being buried to the hilt in Sloane. My body hummed for her and my fingers twitched, eager to reach out and feel the softness of her skin.

Instead, I sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed. As I stirred, Sloane groaned and rolled over. I reached for a shirt, but over my shoulder, I didn’t miss the way her eyes went wide as she took in my bare back.

Fuck it.

Instead of covering up, I stood, not caring about my still-hard cock as I sauntered toward the bathroom. If I had to deal with the torture of being this close to her and not being able to do a damn thing about it, then so could she.

I felt her eyes on me the entire walk to the bathroom. By the time I finished, Sloane was up and dressed.

Her eyes were bright, and her smile pierced my heart. “Morning.”

“Good morning. Ready to head out?” I asked.

She held up her toothbrush. “Just going to freshen up and I’ll be all set.”

I nodded, hating that the time in our little caveman bubble was so short. My eyes landed on the loincloth draped over achair. In another life I’d toss Sloane over my shoulder and take her—leave her begging for more.

I gestured weakly around the Caveman Suite. “Was it worth it?”

“What do you mean?” Sloane swung her legs over the side of the bed and brought a glass of water to her lips.

I frowned. “Bug told me that you told Sylvie that you were really excited for a night away. That’s why I agreed to come.”

Sloane nearly choked on her drink as she sputtered and coughed. “Oh, wow.” Her eyes went wide as she studied my face. “I mean, I am... glad. I had fun.”

Fun.

The word rolled around in my head as I scraped a hand down my face. The pretend honeymoon was a mistake. Every time we entertained the idea that our marriage was more than just a smart business move, it became harder and harder to remind myself that our arrangement had an expiration date.

We couldn’t go on faking this forever... especially when certain parts of me weren’t getting the hint that she was totally off limits.

I nodded, letting the conversation die between us. Without waiting for a response, I grabbed our bags and loaded up the truck.

A few minutes later, Sloane’s voice carried through the lobby as she gushed over how amazing our stay was, how cozy the fire was, and how we couldn’t wait to return. Gladys was thrilled at the prospect of repeat guests and slipped her a card to remember our stay by.

Like we could ever forget the Caveman Suite.

Outside, I leaned against my truck and waited for her to give one last hug to Gladys before saying goodbye.

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