Page 36 of The Fake Play

There’s no denying it now. The makeout session in the bar caused this, and I am too far gone to ignore the way I feel. Hot, slick, ready. I grab my vibrator from the nightstand, the cool silicone making me gasp until it warms up to body temperature.

Luke’s image fills my mind. The way his lips pressed against mine so perfectly, as if he’d been kissing me for years. The longing clutch at my waist. Those eyes. Those damn eyes. The way they widened slightly once he realized I was coming in for that second kiss. It sank me. I couldn’t fight the attraction anymore after that.

Standing by the front door telling him it was all a show took more strength than I expected it to. But I can’t think about that now. Not when my body aches so badly for this.

For Luke.

“Fuck,” I gasp when I slip the vibrator in deep. I ride it out as I fist the sheets with my free hand. My heart drums in my chest, and I feel so alive with desire, so on the edge that I cry out, cresting at the top of the wave. So damn close?—

“Keke? Are you okay?”

“Oh shit,” I whisper, holding perfectly still. The only sound is my vibrator, still inside of me. It’s faint enough I doubt he can hear it through the door. He must have heard me cursing the pleasure out. I clear my throat which makes me squeeze on the toy, ratcheting up the pleasure intensity. I call out, “I’m fine. Everything's fine.”

My words come out shaky and I pray he doesn’t open the door. But it creaks open anyway, and before I can say anythingelse, he’s standing in the doorway, his silhouette tall and broad against the dim light from the hall.

“Really? Because you don't sound fine.”

I can’t speak. I’m too turned on and too freaked out. I have no idea what to do next.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and I can feel the weight of his gaze on me in the darkness. He doesn’t move any closer, just lingers near the door like he’s waiting for me to tell him what to do next.

I’m now praying that he can’t hear the vibrator, desperately trying to find the off switch. “Really, I’m fine. Just struggling to fall asleep.”

He doesn’t leave. Instead, I can hear him coming closer, each step slow, deliberate. I can sense when he reaches the edge of the bed but he doesn’t sit.

“There's no faking what happened between us tonight.”

I open my mouth to protest, but the words catch in my throat. I can feel his steady, unshakable calm even now, the faint glow of the street light outside casting soft shadows on his face.

“It was for the job, just an act,” I finally manage to say.

“Liar. You're as unsatisfied and wanting as I am.”

Does he know how close I am to the edge? He knows exactly what I was doing.

I stop breathing as he leans in, his gaze intent, focused entirely on me. Every rational thought slips away, leaving only the pounding of my heart, the vibrating of the toy, and a sudden ache blooming in my chest.

“There is no reason our relationship needs to be completely fake.”

My mind spins, grasping for something to say. I know better, know how dangerous this is. But when his hands skim over the blanket and rest on my leg, every ounce of resistance melts away.

I want this.

I want him.

His hand gently slides up and lingers, as if waiting for my permission to continue. When he leans in, his mouth a breath from mine, I know there’s no stopping this.

He cups my face, his thumb tracing the line of my cheek. I lean into him, surrendering to the pull that has long been simmering between us. I am done fighting this.

“Were you really going to pretend you weren’t touching yourself while thinking of me?”

“How—?”

“Let me help you.” He reaches between my legs, adding a faint pressure to the vibrator. “Thought so.” I shudder, my brain shorting out. “You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good.” He pulls back the blanket and takes control, fucking me with my own toy while planting kisses on my lips, my chin, my throat. I stop him only to tear my panties off, quickly placing the vibrator, and his hand, back into position.

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