Page 94 of The Fake Dating War

Patel releases a deep sigh. “I would say very okay, but I’m afraid you’ll get smug.”

Something loosens in my chest. “Too late.”

“Actually, you know what’s not fair?”

“What?”Tell me. I’ll correct it. Anything.

“How you’ve seen all of me, but I haven’t seen all of you. You’re still half-dressed.”

I could point out that I’m not seeing all of her anymore. Her arms are crossed, covering her breasts. Legs are crossed, too. Not that it’s done anything to make things down there any less… turgid.

“It’s your turn,” she says. “If you can?”

“Is that a dare?”

She arranges herself on the bed, propping herself against the pillows. “Maybe.”

I pull my belt free from the loops, dropping it to the ground. My zipper is next. It’s loud going down. Because I’m not shy, I step out of my pants and briefs together.

Her gasp feeds my ego. I stand proudly, drinking up how stunned she looks. Her eyes have widened and her tongue is out, wetting her mouth. She’s leaned forward, going on her knees so eagerly.

Every defined line in my body sings.

All those hours running in the mornings are worth it. I will schedule late night sessions at the gym every night if it makes this woman react to me like this. Her appreciation is fucking potent. Like an absolute fool, I puff my chest out.

“What now?” I almost groan out.

Give me permission. Let me fuck you, baby.

The way she nibbles on her lip makes my cock stand up higher.

That’s a good sign, right? Or is she uncertain at all? I have to ask now—before I lose all control?—

If all she wants is for me to pet that pussy again, I’ll do it. I’ll go straight down on my knees for her. The taste of her is still on my mouth. I could spend the night between her thighs, breathing her in as my oxygen.

But if she lets me inside her…. I shudder.

My fists tighten. It can’t be the wrong thing to do. I can’t have her regret any of it.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

“Are you sure?” I ask as the tendons in my neck stand out. “We can… take a break? Or stop?”

Her answer is smiling. She spreads her legs for me. Completely. Her hands toy with her own breasts, tugging on the nipples provocatively.

And the leash I’ve kept myself wrapped with?—

It breaks.

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“Fucking hell,” he snarls. The mattress dips with his weight as he climbs on, getting close enough to bat my hands away. “My job.”

“I know how fanatic you are about your jobs,” I say, my words ending in a moan as his mouth captures my nipple and sucks.

His response is to lave at the sensitive skin harder. He’s talented with his tongue, alternating between long pulls with his mouth and slow circles around the nub. I’m shuddering with the attention, hot desire rushing back down to my pussy again. I want to keep talking and being witty with him, but I’m pretty sure if I open my mouth and try to make this casual, I’ll start blathering nonsense. Instead, my hand goes to where it’s been wanting to be this whole time. I run my palm along his thick cock, thinking how empty I feel and how fully it’s going to stretch me.

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