Page 65 of The Fake Play

I hold her leg to me and roll back so she’ll be on top this time to start. My hand hooks around her neck, pulling her down for a kiss as she spreads her legs even wider. When my cock brushes up against her, she moans in my mouth. A shudder of need makes me reach between her legs.

Whatever dreams she was having must have been good, because she is slick and hot, definitely ready for me.

Keke strokes me then takes me inside of her. She takes her time, making me beg for every inch until I’m fully seated. I press up with my hips as I push down on her ass to get as deep as I can. Her pussy squeezes around me. She throws her head back and gasps as she comes on me. Even if she won’t say the words out loud, her body tells me everything I want to know.

I grab her ass with both hands and thrust hard to come with her, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

The minutes since I’ve said, “I love you,” stretch on. I make coffee and breakfast, and still, nothing. We clean up and put the dishes away. Not a peep.

We shower together, neither of us saying much. We just hold each other under the water, no words needing to be spoken. No matter how much I would have liked to have heard it back from her, again, her body language tells me everything I need to know.

I remind myself that I’m not working with my timeline, I’m working with hers, and Keke is not the emotional type. It might take her some time to say how she feels about me. I have to be patient with her, no matter what.

After a sweet goodbye kiss that sets my heart on fire, I force myself to leave. I want to relive that kiss and carry her off to bed again, showing her exactly how I feel over and over again.

Instead, I head to work early, the city waking up around me. I have to show Keke that I can be a responsible adult, someone to be counted on. Going to work early is as much about proving myself to her as it is about proving myself to the team after everything that happened.

When I arrive at the offices below the arena, I’m met with a completely different atmosphere. The excitement from the auction has fizzled, leaving a quiet uncertainty in its wake.Whitney spots me first, her expression tight as she gestures for me to follow her into her office.

“Close the door.”

I do as I’m told, my stomach knotting with apprehension. “What’s going on?”

“How did it go with Keke last night?” she asks, leaning back in her chair. I can’t get a read on her. Although not one to normally hide her feelings, she’s doing a damn good job of it right now.

I give her the short answer, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible. “Good.”

“Just good?”

I shrug. “She’s upset and confused, hasn’t said much about how she wants to go about things, but the night ended well. I think she’ll come around.”I hope so, anyway. “I’m here for her, no matter what choice she makes.”

Whitney’s expression shifts, her brows furrowing. “That’s good to hear as far as you two are concerned. But… we need to talk about the aftermath of the event.”

“What do you mean? We met our goals. You said so.”

“Yes, but the pregnancy announcement threw everyone for a loop,” she says, her voice laced with frustration. “Now, it seems everybody assumes you’ve gone back to your playboy ways, and that you’ve gotten a good girl in trouble.”

My stomach drops. “That’s not how it is and you know it,” I protest, shaking my head. “Whitney, I love her.” The words come out raw and unfiltered, but I mean every syllable.

Whitney leans forward, her eyes narrowing. “Love is not the point here, Luke. The bad press is killing us. The longer things are left out in the atmosphere without explanation, the more rumors will spread far and wide. You need to do something about this, or being traded is no longer your biggest concern.Being fired is. They’ll close out your contract, pay it off, and be done with you.”

“That’s not fair!” I explode, anger flaring up within. “I’ve done nothing wrong! This is ridiculous.”

Whitney sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “It’s out of my hands at this point. You know how the media works. If they get a whiff of something scandalous, they’ll run with it. You need to prove yourself, and you need to do it soon.”

“Okay, fine,” I mutter, trying to rein in my frustration. “What do I need to do to keep my job? You’re the fixer. Tell me how to fix this.”

She pauses for a moment, considering. “If this were anyone else, I would tell them to get married, but Keke will never go for that.”

A new determination hardens in my chest. “I’ll change her mind.”

“You know her, Luke. She’s not the kind of girl who’s going to go for something like this. She needs time?—”

“Well, we don’t have time. I’ll handle this, Whitney.” As I leave her office, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. The baby needs me, Keke needs me, and the team? Well, they can get bent. But I have to start thinking like Keke. She plans everything, so I know better than to turn my back on them. She will not think that’s good planning. Rash choices made during stressful times are rarely good choices.

I need to make good choices right now. I need to show Keke that I am serious, that I want a future with her. She’ll never marry someone who just up and quits their job. It’s too spontaneous. I love her, but spontaneity is not in her vocabulary. If I can only?—

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