Page 67 of The Fiance Dilemma

“Now give me what I want,” Matthew commanded, and boy, the way his voice broke tipped me a little closer to the edge. “Slip those fingers in,” he instructed. “Make us both feel good.”

My fingers glided right in, a loud moan toppling from my lips.

“That fucking sound,” he all but growled. “The things I’d do for it. The things I’m doing, Josie. The things I’ll do if you ask.”

“Matthew?” I called, feeling my cheeks burn, my body heating impossibly high, the sound of water splashing. “Oh God. I—” My words cut off, need building up, climbing, rising, feeling like too much.

“Keep going,” he rasped, a groan escaping between gulps of air. “Thrust a little deeper.” Sweet baby Jesus, was he stroking himself? Oh God—Matthew grunted again. “Touching is good, isn’t it, Josie? No rules are being broken, now give me what I need. Let go. Give your fiancé a little scream. Tell me who’s making the fucking world disappear.”

Give your fiancé a little scream.

Tell me who’s making the fucking world disappear.

It was that, all of it, all at once, that made the tension gripping my body break.Say my name.My eyelids fluttered closed and that wave of heat I’d been riding crashed.

“Matthew,”I expelled, spasms traveling through my body. Oh boy. Oh man. I was flying. Coming so desperately hard that I—

“Josie?”came with a knock.

My whole body flinched, my hands flying up.

The phone, loose in my hand, slipped, dropping into the water.

“No!”I yelped.

“Josie,” Grandpa Moe repeated. “Is something wrong in there?”

Everything was. “Everything’s good!” I shouted, fishing my phone out of the water. The screen was black. Shit. Crap. “I’m taking a bath,” I explained, jumping out of the tub and wrapping the device in a towel. “I’m… relaxing?” I shook my head. “Affirmative. I am relaxing. Why?”

There was a beat of silence. “I heard you talking.”

“I was talking to myself,” I answered quickly. I squinted my eyesclosed, silently cursing. “Rambling. Singing.”Singing?“Did you need anything?”

Grandpa Moe grumbled. “Just checking on you is all. I saw light under the door.”

I sagged with a breath. “I’m all right.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Grandpa Moe insisted.

“I will be,” I admitted.

Maybe once I brought my phone back to life and texted Matthew, before he panicked and thought I’d died, victim of the incredible orgasm he’d just guided me through.

Or maybe I wouldn’t be okay at all.

Not when it dawned on me what Matthew and I had just done.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“What’s gotten into you, Josie Girl?”

I shifted my glaring from the bowl I had clasped against my chest to the man in suspenders. “My egg whites. They’re not stiffening.”

Grandpa Moe frowned at me. “That’s what has you sounding like a grizzly?”

No. But also, yes. “Is your show done?” I gritted, restarting the whipping motions of my arm. “The tiramisu is, as you might be able to tell from the alleged growling, not readyyet.Now if you don’t mind…” I pointed to the door with my head.

“Isn’t it supposed to rest in the fridge overnight?”

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