Page 43 of The King's Fake Bride

“Well, maybe not,” she says. “Either way, we need each other. I don’t see why, if we’re looking for a little stress relief, we can’t go to the other person.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that there’s this small part of me — that seems to be growing larger every day — that wants more for us.

Except if I let that happen, then I’m going to lose her like everyone else I’ve lost in my life.

A black car pulls alongside us, and a member of the security team looks out from the open window. “Jorge sent me to find you.”

I nod and open the back door, gesturing for Amy to slide in. She bites her bottom lip before doing so, getting settled against the leather seat and stretching her legs out in the wide space in front of her.

I sit beside her, looking at the black partition that separates us from the driver. “You scared the hell out of me tonight when the security team said they couldn’t find you. I thought maybe you packed your bags and left.”

Amy toes off my shoes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Reaching for her thigh, I slip my finger beneath the tie, the silk nearly as soft as her skin. “Don’t leave.”

One moment she’s beside me, and the next she’s straddling my lap, hands cupping either side of my face as she looks down at me. “I’m not leaving.”

What she doesn’t say is that she’s not leaving until the end of the contract.

Right now, I can’t be bothered to care. Her lips are a siren song, calling me to drown in her, and like a fool, I give in again.

Amy rolls her hips, grinding against my erection as it throbs against my pants, straining to be closer to the heat between her legs.

I grip her hips, dragging her against me until her soft moans fill the car.

If she’s fine with friends with benefits, then I’m going to make the most of it for the morning.

When she wakes up later today, everything is going back to the way it was. Friends and nothing more despite the attraction between us.

Anything else is too risky.

Amy pulls out of the kiss, thumb sweeping along my jaw. “I lost you there for a moment. Come back to me.”

I groan, cupping the back of her head and pulling her into me. Nipping at her bottom lip, I urge her mouth open, tongue twisting with hers.

She reaches between us for the zipper of my slacks, undoing it and slipping her hand into my boxers.

Aching, I throb in her hand as she works my cock out of the fabric constraining it.

She slides off my lap, kneeling on the floor of the car in front of me with a sultry smile on her face.

I tilt my hips, letting her tug the slacks and boxers a little lower before her tongue traces along the seam on the underside of my length.

With a moan that sends vibrations coursing through my body, she takes me deeper into her mouth, tongue swirling around the head.

Her teeth graze against the sensitive flesh as I scrape her hair back into my fist, wanting to see her clearly as she tries to take all of me.

“Good girl.” I rock my hips, pushing myself deeper into her. “Just like that.”

She hollows her cheeks and takes me deeper, pushing me close to the edge.

I pull her up by her hair before my hands drop to her hips, spinning her around. She hovers above me for a moment as I grip my cock, sliding it through her slick folds.

Her back presses against my chest as she sinks down onto me, her pussy dripping wet as it wraps around me.

My hand dips between her legs, pressing against her clit as she rocks her hips back and forth. Her inner walls shudder around me as she arches her back, letting me thrust deeper into her.

Amy’s soft moans make me harder. “I’m going to come.”

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