Page 55 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire Rockstar

I push one arm behind her back, dragging her up the bed, and move right along with her so I don’t separate us. If I could stay this way forever that’s exactly what I would do. When I’ve got her by the pillow, I slide a hand down her arm until I’m threading my fingers through hers and rotating my hips against hers. “So fucking beautiful. You were made just for me, Sunshine.”

“I need more,” she whispers breathlessly. “Please.”

“I’m taking my time with you.”

To prove my point, I pull out of her only to push slowly back in. She wiggles against me, desperate for more friction, and I reach another hand out to press my thumb against her clit. She jerks at the movement, her nails digging into my back, and I lean forward to wrap my mouth around a pert nipple.

“Oh God,” she moans, rocking her hips into me and meeting my thrusts just as slowly.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I manage to grind out before switching to the other nipple and giving it the same attention. “The sounds you make and the way your body reacts to my touch, I never want to live without them.”

Her breathing becomes more ragged, hips more frantic, and I thrust deeper into her. She’s so close, her legs trembling as she wraps them around me and tugs me even deeper into her. I still have my thumb over her clit, pressing and circling it slowly, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she cries out my name.

“You’remine,” I growl out as I pull out of her and slam back in, her bed thumping against the wall at the force.

“Yours,” she whispers.

“I want everyone to hear you scream my name, Sunshine.”

Her eyes are on mine as I move faster, her mouth popping open before she sucks in a sharp breath and nods frantically. “Yes, Donny!Shit.” She reaches out, curling her fingers into the sheet, and sink her teeth into her bottom lip. “Yes, yes,yes.”

Just like that, her walls clench around me and she jerks against my frame. It doesn’t take me long to follow her, my own release pouring inside of her, and only when her legs drop onto the bed do I push away from her. She looks up at me as she turnsonto her side, eyes drooping from exhaustion, and I wink at her before turning toward the door.

I take a minute in the bathroom cleaning myself up, hoping that she will come join me, and frowning when she never walks through the door. As I step quietly into her room, finding her curled under the blanket and a soft snore escaping, I smile before climbing into bed with her.

She stirs, turning so that she’s facing me, and rests her head on my chest.

Even though she said she was mine, agreed to it, part of me still wants to ask her what she truly wants. She’s been adamant that things stay professional, no matter how far past that we are, and I don’t want to disrespect her feelings on the matter. I glance down at her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, and decide that I can question everything tomorrow.

We’ll get this figured out and everything will be okay.

I have to believe that. Nothing else has ever felt more right than lying in bed with her, my fingers brushing through her soft auburn hair. The way she looked at me tonight, I could tell there was more to it.

Am I stupid for that?

Maybe this is nothing but a way to pass time and I’m letting her play me like a damn fiddle.

As the thought comes into my mind, Carmen curls closer to me and tangles her leg between mine before sighing happily in her sleep.

No, I tell myself, it’s more than that.

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The next morning, soft sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a golden hue over the room. For a moment, I just watch her sleep, her face peaceful, her lips serene. Everything feels so... right. But that peace is shattered by the sudden ringing of my phone, cutting through the silence like a knife.

I lift from the bed, careful not to wake her, but the sound stirs her anyway. Carmen's eyes flutter open, her body shifting slightly as the weight of the morning pulls her from sleep. I place my hand on her thigh, squeezing gently as I offer her a soft smile.

“Sorry, Sunshine, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She shakes her head and glances at the clock sitting on her nightstand, then swings her legs over the edge of the bed before looking at me over her shoulder. “No problem, Drummer Boy. I’ve got a tour to plan, anyway.”

I watch her walk away and head into the bathroom, a smirk tipping at the corner of my lips as I think about joining inside. As soon as I lift from my place to follow her, my phone rings again and I’m reminded of why she woke up in the first place.

I frown at my mother’s contact flashing on the screen and quickly swipe my finger to answer the call. “Mom, is everything all right?”

“No,” she hisses, “everything isnotall right. What were you thinking?”

“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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