Page 43 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

“Let you feed me,” she whispered when I slid the fork between her lips. “For starters.” She giggled when I growled in sexual frustration.

“Funny.”

She shrugged. “I thought so.”

“I’m marrying a comedian,” I grumbled and held out another forkful of cake for her. “Lucky me.” Sasha leaned forward to take the cake and I switched it out for my lips, kissing her again because I’d waited long enough. It had been too long, more than twelve hours since I had a taste of her and I was starving.

She froze but quickly leaned into me, cupping one side of my face as she deepened the kiss this time. She moaned as she sucked on my tongue, wrapping her fingers through my hair with another moan. She pulled back, face flushed and lips swollen.

“Maybe you’re on to something with that buttercream.”

I groaned.

Sasha laughed.

We settled on the German chocolate for our wedding cake, because like every other groom-to-be on the planet, I just wanted to make my woman happy. “I’ll go put down the deposit,” I told her gruffly, adjusting the evidence of my arousal before the cameras just outside the window caught a glimpse of me with a hard on.

“I recommend the four tier, but we can go bigger if you like,” the chef recommended with a smile.

“Let’s do five since Sasha loves it so much. And do me a favor, add one two layer cake to be delivered to this address every week until the wedding. Is that something you can handle?”

The chef smiled. “Of course. Who am I to stand in the way of a man and his true love?”

True love? I didn’t correct his assumption because what else was he supposed to think? In fact, that was exactly what we were hoping the whole world thought. It was the point of all of this, never mind that hot as fuck kiss I laid or her, or maybe she’d laid it on me. “That’s right,” I finally settled on before going back to the table for Sasha.

“Everything good with the Chef?”

I nodded. “Perfect. Ready to go?” I held a hand out and she slipped her smaller hand in mine with a grin.

“You know, Alex, we could get two smaller cakes so there’s something you like too. This is your wedding as well.”

When had a woman ever put my needs and wants first outside of the bedroom? Sasha really was something else. “And miss out on the sounds you make when you eat that cake? Not a chance.” She blushed prettily and bumped her shoulder against mine, or tried to with our massive height difference.

“So you want me moaning all during our wedding night, huh?”

“Fuck yeah,” I sighed and guided her inside the back of the waiting car. “More than anything, Sash.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide and nostrils flared at my words. “Alex,” she began, but the sound of my phone ringing stopped whatever she was about to say.

“Yeah?”

The voice on the other end of the call belonged to man. It was deep and gruff, and unfamiliar to me. “Alex Witter?”

I frowned. “Who’s asking?”

“I’m Raul, the investigator Jack hired. I have news and he said you should be the first to hear it.”

I laughed. “Now I know you’re full of shit. Jack would never let anyone know something he didn’t already know.”

The man tried for a laugh but it was forced. “He said you would say that, and he also said, you’re a big boy pretty boy, you decide what to do with the info.”

Okay that sounded like Jack. “I’m listening.”

There was a long silence before the man spoke again.

“Who is it?” Sasha mouthed the words, her gaze focused on my face.

“I found Miriam Juliet Winters.”

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