Page 25 of Fever

My arms fell, and I locked her between the counter and myself, placing each hand on either side of her. She leaned into the counter and propped her elbows back to rest on top.

“That’s what I said,” she replied.

“And you enjoy being in my company?”

The heat coming from her skin coupled with mine held us in a warm cocoon. Santana stared up at me, and I looked down at her, seconds away from her sweet lips.

“My family is very popular. We’ll be seen in the newspaper and on TV from time to time. Are you okay with that?”

She swallowed. “Yeah, I’m fine with it. It’s cool.”

Santana kept her composure, but I could see the angst building. “So, you’re okay with being my fake wife, then?”

“Fiancé,” she corrected, “totally fine with that. It will be fun.” She smiled up at me.

“What if we have to take it all the way? Are you going to help me see this thing through?” She was flustered. I could see Santana fighting with reason.

“If it comes down to that, and the company is important enough to you, then we’ll finish it.”

I stared at her, amazed, and I looked forward to hearing her say I do. Her acceptance revved my engine, and my eyes fell back to her lips.

“You know that means we’ll have to show public displays of affection.” Santana shivered. “Sometimes I’ll have to kiss you like this…” My lips pushed against hers, and I opened my mouth, letting my tongue trace the curves of hers. A long slow dragging moan escaped her. My arms circled her waist, and her hands held a firm grip on my neck as she pulled me into her.

Santana’s hunger fed mine, and I ate her up. Kissing down her neck, I lifted Santana with ease and set her on the counter, removing her leggings in one snatch. She yelped, and for a moment I thought I saw fear, making me halt my progress.

It disappeared quickly and was replaced by want.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Santana,” I said, letting it be known that the expression had not escaped me. “I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

I pulled her legs over my shoulder, and she leaned back on her elbows. Diving into her center sent me straight to heaven. Her lips were wet and sweet, like ripe strawberries blended in whip cream. My tongue explored her deep within, and I felt her rock against my face.

“Josiah…” she purred, making me suck her in whole. “Oh my God,” she sang.

My mouth moved to her clitoris, and she bucked and moaned.

“Oh!” She squealed. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come!”

Her thighs quaked, and I held them steady in place as I applied pressure over her sensitive flesh. She screamed, and I stabbed her clitoris with my tongue, sucking and drinking her unabridged. Her moans turned into mumbles, but I wouldn’t let up, only delved deeper into her wet sanctuary.

“Oh my God!” She screamed again. “Josiah!”

Santana held my head, and I devoured her as if she was the dinner I never had. Her body jerked as an angry orgasm ripped through her, and I lapped her sweet crème with a guttural growl.

“So sweet,” I whispered, continuing to lap at her folds. “So sweet,” I repeated, enamored in a meal that satisfied my hunger like a thirst for water. Once I’d licked her dry, I kissed between her thighs heavily, worshiping her temple. My kisses landed on her navel, and I pulled her dress up to kiss on the undertones of her breasts. Again, her body trembled.

“Thank you, Santana.”

She lifted her head, still trying desperately to catch her breath.

“For what?”

“For being as brilliant as you are. For being my wife.” Her eyes lurched. “Pretending at least,” I corrected. “You didn’t have to come up with that, but since you have, the meeting with my father tonight would be a good time to introduce you two.”

I leaned over her and kissed her shoulders.

“That’s fine.” Her voice shook. “I just need to go home and change into something nice.”

“We’ll probably need to spend a lot of time together. You know,” I said, “learning each other’s likes and dislikes. This will be a daily test. My father will be watching from afar. Are you sure you can handle this?”

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