Page 109 of The Fiance Dilemma

I nodded my head, barely able to breathe with his hand still moving and him looking at me like I was making his life for letting him kneel in front of me.

“Then come, sweet Josie,” he said, the motions of his wrist changing. “Ride my face a little harder.” His other hand joined, big fingers poking at my entrance. “Give me a little scream so I can fuck you.”

His mouth descended, replacing those fingers with his tongue and I—

Screamed. Just like he asked. Although it wasn’t little, and it was three words,“Oh shit, Matthew.”I was sure they’d been heard all over town. But I couldn’t give a damn when my knees were buckling, my back arching, and all of me ceasing to exist.The worldceased to exist, dragged by wave after wave of pleasure and… happiness.

Joy. Love. Release.

It was Matthew’s laugh on my temple that made me realize I was in his arms and we were moving. He placed me on the bed, and I looked up, finding him taking a step back, eyes never leaving me.

“That’s my new favorite,” he said, softness and lust tugging at his voice. “You’reOh, shit, Matthewsmile.” My lips went even higher. His gaze kept doing passes up and down my body. “Never seen something so beautiful.”

I went up on my elbows, pursed my lips in a pout I hoped he found cute. “Are you talking about my boobs again? I know you like’em, but I have a face.”

His eyes creased at the corners with amusement, but when he spoke, his voice was serious. “Smug looks pretty on you.” The way he met my gaze made my belly flutter again. The flapping doubling when he started making quick work of the buttons of his shirt. I didn’t even know when he’d gotten rid of the blazer. “Let’s see how smug you are when I have you on your back.” Pop. Pop. Pop. Theshirt opened, revealing all hard planes of golden skin. Hard stomach. Those dents on his hips. My heart raced. “Or when I flip you on your belly and you feel my weight over you.”

My throat dried at the sight of him, the words, the need resurfacing in my bloodstream. I scrambled to my knees, coming to a sitting position. Matthew tilted his head and he smirked. I really loved that smirk. I loved the words that came out of him. I’d always liked a sprinkle of dirty talk, but Matthew was filthy. And I loved what it did to me. I loved that he knew exactly what to say, exactly how to say it. I loved that he was able to make sure I wanted his touch and his words without me having to say a word. I loved that he was sweet and funny and clever and the way he never thought there was something wrong with me. I loved that he’d waited this long to kiss me. I loved that he wanted to give me things he couldn’t. And God, I loved his smiles almost as much as I loved that he was obsessed with mine.

I… I loved all of him.

I’d fallen in love with Matthew.

And I didn’t think it was new, born of this moment. I knew I already had before leading him upstairs.

“Matthew?” I called, as if he wasn’t in front of me. My voice was odd, rocky, filled with emotion and realization and the enormity of what I just allowed myself to finally admit.Finally.Because it wasn’t new. I’d had clues. Hints. I’d known I was falling. This is what I always did. I fell fast.Had this been too fast?Matthew’s body froze, the shirt falling to the floor.

His gaze sharpened.

“Get over here,” he said. “Now, Josie.”

I moved to the edge of the bed, where he stood bare-chested in his dress pants. His hands clasped my face the moment I got there. He pulled me up, so our faces lined up. “I know,” he murmured on my mouth. He brushed his lips on my jaw. Chin. Cheek. “I know.”His teeth grazed my bottom lip, then he kissed me. “I got you, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

I’m not going anywhere.

I couldn’t figure out why, but the words rang inside me, making me want to cling to him. Just to make sure he stayed. I was the one who kissed him then, pulling at his shoulders and dragging him down with me. We both fell on the bed, his weight heavenly on top of me, making me feel so alive, so secure, so safe. My hands traveled down his arms, wandering, struggling to find a place to set up camp. Shoulders, arms, chest, stomach. I wanted to touch all of him. I pulled at his belt, greedily, and he moaned into my mouth. His hands braced on both sides of my head as he pulled himself up. He panted into my mouth.

Selfishly, I pulled at the buckle of his belt, studying his face as I worked it loose, taking pleasure in how his eyes went half-mast when I let my pinkies brush the hardness pressing against the dark fabric of his pants. Once undone, I unbuttoned him. God, I could already feel his heat in my hands, I could tell he was already so big just based on the bulge.

I unzipped him in one motion, and his jaw clamped down. My hands tugged at his pants, almost forcefully, almost out of control, revealing dark briefs. Biting my lip, I slipped my fingers into the elastic, slowly, dragging my nails over the skin of his lower stomach. Just a little. Just enough to tease.

Matthew hissed a breath.

I let my nails brush over his length, emboldened. Coming out of my skin with how good it felt to hold this much power over him.

“You’re going to get a nice spank on that ass if you don’t stop being mean,” he told me, a promise in his voice.

My blood swooshed down with excitement, the ring of his words making me want to be meaner still. But I was too on edge already. I was too impatient and I needed him too much. As soon as possiblewasn’t soon enough. So I gave him my sweetest smile and finally got his briefs out of the way. A breath caught at the sight of him springing free.

“Give me a stroke, baby,” he whispered. Pleaded with me. “Just one, before I lose myself.”

My hands were immediately around his length, hard, scorching hot, bigger than I’d ever had, and I was giving him what he asked for. We whimpered at the same time, mouths clashing with the same selfish urge. I gave him a second one, and when he grunted, I stroked him a third time. His arms flexed, his hips thrusting into my fist.

“Need you,” I told him, demand lacing my voice. “Inside. Now.”

Matthew’s body was ripped away from me, and suddenly he was on his haunches. “Condom,” he said. “Where?”

“Birth control,” I shot back, realizing we weren’t wasting time on words. Realizing my underwear was still on. I tugged at the clasp of my bra. “I want you.” My attempt didn’t work. “I want you inside. I—”

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