Page 56 of The King's Fake Bride

Amy’s gaze flickers to mine, hesitation there. “Yes.”

That simple word is nearly enough to send me staggering back a step.

What was supposed to be another round of banter between us is taking another turn.

And though I know that she’s the only woman I can see the rest of my life with, I can’t find the words to tell her. Not when everything else about my life is so unsure.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about. The only woman screaming my name for the next two years and three months is you.”

Her face pales at the countdown. “If you’re that eager to get rid of me, I could get on a plane right now.”

I spin her around beneath my arm before pulling her back to me and dipping her low.

Her breath hitches as I pull her back to me, lips brushing against hers.

“Don’t leave me,” I say, words soft.

Instead of assuring me that she’s going to be here to stay like she has before, she closes the distance between us.

My cock hardens, straining against my shorts as I turn her around and walk her back toward the bed.

“I didn’t think you missed me this much,” I say, tone teasing as I hook my fingers in the sides of her shorts and pull them down her long legs. “We could’ve had some fun in the car again.”

She smirks, whatever was bothering her melting away as we return to territory that’s neutral for both of us.

I don’t know whether it’s a good thing or a bad one, but it’s hard to focus properly when she’s pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side.

My hands skim up her waist. “I hope you realize I plan on spending the night showing you how much I missed you.”

She runs her hand down my bulge. “I think I might have figured that out already.”

My own shorts hit the ground as I claim her mouth again, kissing her until we’re breathless. I cup the back of her head, our chests heaving.

We have a deadline.

Screw the deadline.

We have tonight.

I push her back on the bed, hovering over her body. Her legs part as I skim my fingers through her wet slit, teasing the little bundle of nerves with the slightest of touches. “I’m going to spend hours worshipping your body until you don’t even know your own name.”

Amy props herself up on her elbows, giving me a cocky smile. “You don’t have that kind of stamina.”

Chuckling, I slide two fingers into her, pressing against the spot that has her mewling for me every time. “I don’t think you know what kind of stamina I have. I’ve been going easy on you.”

Her eyes burn with lust as she rocks against my fingers. “Give me everything.”

I thrust my fingers slowly, teasing her with each movement. “Are you sure? I don’t think you really want to come. I think you would rather I spend hours keeping you on the edge.”

“If you do that, I’m shoving your motorcycle off a cliff.”

I crook my fingers, smirking when her pussy clenches around me. “I don’t know if I believe that. You liked it when I took you for a ride to the outlook and made you come on it before you left me.”

She dips one hand between her legs, fingers swirling around her clit with a smug look on her face. “I can get myself off if you’re not going to be any help.”

Grabbing her wrist, I force it above her head, keeping her pinned in place as I plunge my fingers into her harder and faster. “I don’t remember telling you that you could do that, do you?”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

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