Page 39 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

She looks at me with shock written all over her beautiful face. “You’ve read them?”

I gently rub her face. “Of course, baby. I’ve read every single word you’ve written. You’re brilliant.” I turn back to Aiden. “I hit the lottery with this one. Any man would be crazy to ever let her go. I know I never will.”

I lean over and kiss her neck in three spots. Goosebumps spread all over her skin as she practically melts into me.

I can’t help but inhale deeply. “Fuck, baby, you smell so good. I’ve got a new scene in mind for tonight. I can’t wait to get you to myself.”

She lets out something between a whimper and a sigh. Looking up at me through her long lashes, she breathes, “You do?”

I nod. “I’ve been dreaming it up for alongtime.”

She’s entirely focused on me, forgetting that Aiden is standing at the table. She runs her thumb over my chin dimple before leaning in and kissing it. She then kisses her way up until her lips meet mine again. Softly at first, but when her fingers thread through my hair, she deepens it.

Uncaring where we are, she throws one leg over me, rubbing her body on mine. I run my hands under her skirt and grab her hips, pulling her until she completely straddles me.

And then it’s game on. She unashamedly rubs her body on mine. I squeeze her ass and push her onto me. I can feel theheat of her pussy on my rock-solid cock, which is begging to be inside her.

Her nails deliciously scrape across my scalp. This is fucking hot.

She mumbles into my mouth, “Touch me, Trey.” She circles her hips. “I want you to touch me.”

I open an eye to make sure Aiden is gone, which he is, and then I immediately move my hand along her inner thigh until I find her center. Her panties are soaked. “Are you wet for me?”

She nods. “Yes. Please. Ineedyou to touch me. I’m aching for you.” She mumbles, “I’vebeenaching for you.”

With my hand hidden under her skirt, I slide her panties to the side and run my finger through her before slowly slipping it into her. She immediately clenches around me.

“Baby, you’re so wet and so tight.” I push in further. “Is this what you need? You want to come on my fingers?”

She pivots her hips, deepening my finger inside her. She breathes, “Oh god, Trey. Don’t stop.”

I love that she’s taking what she needs from me. It says a lot for the type of lover I know she’ll be. I equally love that she doesn’t give a shit that we’re in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

I add another finger and pump it in and out of her, eventually adding my thumb over her clit. Her pussy is bare and she’s moaning loudly into my mouth.

Kissing my way to her ear, I whisper, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you? The first time I saw you in those pink silk pajamas. The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. I’ve watched that video a thousand times while touching myself. The first time we met in person was when you were in the green suit. It matched your eyes. And then you were wearing that white bathing suit. My cock was hard all day while I touched your beautiful body.”

Her body clenches around my fingers so damn tight. Shepulls my hair as she buries her face in my neck and drowns out the sounds of her orgasm.

Her body goes limp over mine and she breathes heavily. We’re silent for a few minutes as she comes down off her high.

Her fingers eventually move down to my zipper, but I grab her wrist. “Not here.”

She breathes, “Where?”

It’s not like I have my own place in Philly, and I can’t take her to Layton’s three-million-dollar penthouse.

“Let’s go to your place. It’s close by.”

She nods but doesn’t otherwise move. “I need another minute. My legs are numb.”

I hold her, loving having her in my arms for the first time. Kissing along her neck, I say, “Take as long as you need. I can’t wait to make you feel that way again.”

We sit there silently for a few minutes while I take liberties with my hands. They roam up her bare back and all over her long legs. And my lips never leave her body.

At some point, her head pops up and her adorable, perfectly manicured eyebrows furrow. “Oh my god. What about Jenna?”

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, but there is no Jenna. I made her up to spend time with you. It’s always been about you.”

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