Page 16 of Faking With Mr. Steele

I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like a demon has possessed my body and put it into this constant state of horniness when I’m around her.

“I can’t help myself.”

She smells so good. Maybe it’s her soap, maybe she’s put some pheromone into it that turns me into this wild beast. I make another mental note to get an ingredient list.

I tug her closer, tearing at the button on the top of her jeans. Our lips meet again, and I unzip, and slip my fingers underneath her panties. “You’re so wet.” I groan against her lips, dipping into her heat.

“Graham,” she pleads, moving her hips against my hand.

So, I keep going.

I slide a finger inside her tight heat, and rock myself against her to ease the pressure in my cock. “Tell me you want me, right here, right now.”

“I do,” she says as pump my finger inside her, hooking it at just the right angle. Her moans increase, and I slip another finger into her pussy and circle her clit with the pad of my thumb.

“Zoe, come for me, baby.” I’m so hard. I can’t take much more of this, and I want to come right alongside her.

“Oh god,” she murmurs, bucking faster. “Call me baby again.” Her fingers grip tighter at the base of my scalp, her nails digging into my heated flesh.

“You like when I call you baby?”

“Yes.”

She moans long and hard, her pussy vibrating around my fingers.

I kiss her as she rides out her orgasm. When her body calms, I release my grip. “You’re so fucking hot when you come,” I tell her. My dick is painful when I pull my hand from her jeans and lick my fingers, savoring the sweet taste of her.

She blushes and then zips her jeans. Just as the door flies open.

Chapter 8

Zoe

Hells bells, it’s hard to pull yourself together after an epic orgasm when two children are prancing around the room, yelling for their ‘Uncle Graham’ to pick them up and see their pretty pink dresses.

“This is Gia,” Graham holds the youngest dark-haired girl, “and this is June.” He wraps his arm around the older of the two little girls, the girl from the mall. He gives a kiss to Gia before putting her down. “Ok, go downstairs, girls, and I’ll be right there.”

They bound from the room, and Graham gives me a half-smile. “My nieces.” He scrubs a hand at the back of his neck. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I’m mortified. “Ok, no more of that. Can you imagine if they had…”

Graham cuts in, “I’ll make sure the door is locked, next time.”

There can’t be a next time. There shouldn’t have been a this time. I blame my lack of control on the fact he’s one of those guys who’s too good-looking. You know the type—the ones you can’t stop staring at because your brain can’t handle all the deliciousness at once. It’s like standing in a bakery shop. You can’t process all the things that look so great all at once, so you just keep staring in disbelief. Gawking, really. And then you tell yourself you’ll start your diet tomorrow, because you just can’t resist.

After a quick freshen up, we head back downstairs to rejoin his family. When we enter the gargantuan living room, a dark-haired woman, with eyes the color of Graham’s, pulls a plethora of coloring books and crayons from a large ottoman next to the couch.

“You must be the fiancée,” she says, extending her hand for me to shake.

“Hi, I’m Zoe.” I shake her hand and she does something unexpected, she pulls me in for a hug.

“I never thought he’d settle down,” she says for only me to hear. I can hear the happiness in her voice, and even though this is as fake as fiction, I still feel a warmth spread through my chest at the thought of being the one he’s picked to bring home.

Absurd, I know.

“This is my little sister, Lindsey,” Graham introduces us. “And you already met the girls, Gia and Junebug.” He holds each by the hand, and they lead him over to the couch to color with them.

“He’s so good with them,” Lindsey says. “So, what do you do?” she asks, plopping down onto one of the two leather sofas.

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