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“Oh, um.” I swallow. “I’ve been watching cooking shows for years, but I didn’t realize I could actually cook until I moved in here.”

“How’s that possible? Didn’t you grow up with a working kitchen in your home?”

“I did. But we weren’t allowed in there very often. I didn’t have anywhere to cook until Kyla let me use the kitchen here.” Explaining it all aloud sounds kind of sad, but it’s the truth. Moving in with Blake has changed my life in more ways than one.

That’s something I can never repay him for, I wouldn’t even know where to start.

CHAPTER 17

Blake

My phone’s incessant buzzing wakes me. It’s five thirty in the morning, who the fuck—? I swipe to see multiple text messages from my housekeeper, Fleur, saying Yve’s at the front door. If she’s on my front step, she won’t stay out there for long. Sure enough, the clicking of stilettos rings through the hallway.

Now what the fuck am I going to do..? My gaze slides to Ginevra’s peaceful face nestled against my bare chest.

Toppling the pillow-wall to destroy it, I murmur, “Gin, wake up. It’s show time.”

“What?” She blinks awake, pausing to take in our close proximity. “What time?—?”

“Shh. That’s irrelevant. Yve’s here and it’s time to put on a show. Are you up for it, magpie?” I run my palm over her satin-clad waist. She feels divine in my arms and lust pulses through me, making my morning wood grow rigid.

“Mm-hm.” She rubs sleep from her eyes and blinks up at me. How is she so fucking gorgeous in the morning? This is a side of her I haven’t seen before because I’m always up and out of here before she rises. I’ve been missing out on this sight every morning. My cold heart twists.

“Good.” My voice comes out huskier than intended. I clear my throat. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah? What are we going to do?” Her gorgeous chocolate eyes draw me in and I’m tempted to kiss her, just once.

Bang, bang, bang!“Blake, I know you’re in there.” Yve’s irritating voice comes through my door. “Open up. We need to talk.”

I groan. Keeping my voice low, I say, “Let’s do what couples do in the morning.” That innocent expression on her face unravels me from the inside out. “They fuck,” I clarify, then hurry to add, “We’re going topretendto fuck. Okay?”

Gin bobs her head in agreement, and I roll us over so I’m on top, while trying not to crush her beneath my weight. Her nightgown and my boxers create a barrier between us, but I know she can feel my erection—it’s challenging to miss. At first she’s tense, her breath coming in shallow pants, and a light sheen of sweat breaks out on her forehead. She’s nervous.

“We’re just pretending,” I whisper in her ear. “I know you’re an amazing actress, Gin. Act for me. Give me the best performance you’ve ever done.”

“Mm,” she moans, loud enough that Yve takes a break from pounding on my bedroom door. “Oh, yes!”

“Good girl. Just like that.” I settle between Gin’s legs, but keep my weight off of her and grip the headboard, rocking it against the wall. From the sounds we’re making there should be no doubt in anyone’s mind what we’re doing in here—or what theythinkwe’re doing.

My door bursts open just as Gin really gets into our role-playing and screams, “Yes! Yes!”

Gin’s covered from the waist down by her nightgown, and our bottom halves are under the blanket, but my bare chest is on full display.

The stricken look on Yve’s face is amusing enough to make my lips twitch before I scowl and shout at her, “Get the fuck out! Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Yve’s over-plumped lips twist with disgust, but she retreats, closing my door behind her. But she’s not that easy to scare off. I know she’s in the hallway, waiting, listening. So I pick up my pace on that headboard, slamming it against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster.

Gin giggles, then shouts, “That’s it! Oh my God, that’s right big boy, give it to me harder. Faster! Harder!” She releases a loud moan. “Fuck me, Blake. That’s right, split me in half with your huge cock. Oh! Oh! Oh!”

A laugh rumbles in my chest at her over the top acting. She’s like listening to a badly directed porno. But she’s doing exactly what I want—perfectly. Hopefully, Yve will be scarred for life.

“Give it to me, big boy. Stuff your sausage in my hole. Oh yes! Just like that.” Gin catches my gaze, a hint of mischief in her eyes, a grin on her luscious lips. “Oh no! Blake, not there, that’s thewronghole!”

Fuck. I chuckle, trying to keep it light, when the fact is she’s driving me wild.

Another loud moan. “Ah! That’s so good. Fuck my ass like you own it, big boy!”

I groan and bite down on my lip. Where does she come up with this shit? At the same time, her dirty mouth, and the images she’s conjuring with it, make me wish we were doing this for real. I can’t wait to have her screaming my name while I fuck all of her beautiful holes.

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