Page 96 of The Fake Dating War

Maybe she expects me to say something about it. How she broke. That I finally got what I wanted. My name on her lips.

I… don’t.

Because I don’t want it explained away, so like an idiot, I’m going to lose the chance to tease her about it. No, it’s going to live inside me like a nurtured, unexplained light keeping things bright, even when it goes dark everywhere else.

We stay like this, holding each other, for as long as it can be explained away as us recovering from what we just did?—

And beyond that.

At some point, sleep drags us under.

51

REEMA

Sometime later, we wake up tangled up with each other. Somehow Jake’s mouth has fallen on my breast again and my hand trips up and down his cock—a few times. We’re both mumbling something about efficiency and making sure this is really out of our system. Considering our combined work ethic, the diligence shouldn’t be surprising. It’s practical.

It’s not like we’re going to do this again after this trip.

As his fingers part my folds, I go very still.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Pretending to be a mannequin to get you going. Is it working?”

“Don’t make me laugh.” He taps the curve of my bum. “It’s distracting.”

His bossiness would’ve worked if he wasn’t snorting with repressed laughter.

“I’m so very sorry,” I say, bringing his hand back to my bum.

His eyebrow raises in question.

I nod.

He spanks me, harder this time.

“Areyou sorry?” he asks.

“No,” I sigh, humming with pleasure. My backside is warming with spiked pleasure every time his hand comes down. It’s his firm, decisive taps. They’re addictive. Let loose, he doesn’t hold back his commitment to the task.

“I should make you sorry,” he hums.

“If you must,” I say with mock-surrender as if this is all such a great effort for me.

“On your knees then.”

“Oh.Sure. Blowjobs are a great part of my skill set.”

His eyes squeeze close. “I was going to fuck you from behind, but yes. That. Let’s do that.”

Pulling myself away from the pillow, I notice my skin is kind of sticky. “We should also shower at some point.”

Before I can blink, Jake slides his hands underneath my knees and lifts me off the bed.

“What are you doing?” I squeal, clinging to him.

“Carrying you to the shower.”

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