Page 45 of Never Say Yes To Your Fake Husband

Chapter twenty-two

Sterling

Ikiss the heck out of Weland. It’s more than the fact that I’ve missed her. It’s more than me being happy to see her. It’s more like I’ve found the missing piece she was talking about. Not just out of my life but out of my soul. I didn’t exactly pour my heart out in that song because it really was just designed to make Weland laugh, but I’m pouring my soul out tonight. In the living room, up the stairs, and toward the bathroom.

“Should we go in?” I pant, tearing off my T-shirt.

“Nah, too messy. Too much water. Too much shower. Although…maybe after.”

“After?”

“After this.” She tackles my jeans, and I let her. She’s good at buttons. It pops right out, and she unzips them and then starts tearing them down. I do the same for her pants, tugging, pulling, ripping, tearing, shrugging, struggling, and shucking.

Before long, we’re both naked, our hands roving wildly all over each other. We kiss like we need to kiss in order to save theplanet from imminent destruction, and if we don’t get to kiss level ten, then we’re doomed. I thought I was doomed once, but Weland proved to me how wrong I was. I wasn’t asleep, and my heart wasn’t dead. It was just waiting for her.

She shuts the door after us. “So we don’t scandalize the children.”

My mouth cracks open, but then I realize she’s just talking about Beans. There aren’t any kids in here. “Scandalize. I like that word. I’d very much like it if you would scandalize me.”

She blinks at me, slow and flirty and with plenty of intent behind it. “And how would I do that, good sir?”

“You could sit on my face, for starters.”

“Gah! That’s scandalous, alright,” she rasps.

“Scandalous and hot.”

“What if I smother you?”

“Then I’d more than die a happy man,” I say to her.

“Good lord. I’m not really going to do that.”

“Smother me or sit on my face?”

She blushes. I love seeing that delicate pink light up her cheeks. She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed and flustered. I step close and set my hand on her hip. She’s wearing a bra and panties, and that’s it. I still have my boxers on. I glance at the blinds, but they’re all shut tight, and the lights are out. It’s just us in here doing our thing. Doing us.

I let my hand travel over her hip, and she gasps. Then, I let it travel down further, down the soaked silky panties, down to her clit. I tap lightly against the wet fabric, and her hips jerk against my hand. Her knees creak forward, wobbling into me.

“Oh god,” she sighs. “That’s nice.”

“Did you touch yourself when I was gone?” I whisper.

“What? Good lord.”

“If you did, I’d think it was hot. Three weeks is a long time to wait. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be in Nashville, dealing withbusiness.Youweren’t sure. So yes, I’d be happy to hear you touched yourself. It’s healthy. It’s a great way to escape stress and make up for what we can’t control. Tell me that you did. And that you thought about me.”

“I did,” she finally confesses. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her cheeks flame up even brighter. “Just once, though.”

“Tsk, tsk. We’ll have to talk about that control. In this case, a lack thereof is most decidedly sexy. In the future, we’ll have to have really good phone sex.”

“Oh my god! Who does that? Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. If it’s with each other, I think it’s hot. But if not, it’s okay. If we try and don’t like it, it’s not something we have to keep doing. I just think we’d really like it. Because we won’t always be able to be with each other. Hopefully, this is the longest stretch we’re ever apart, but I do still have to travel for business, and sometimes I even go to Europe. It’s not just across this country. I hope you’ll come with me, but I understand there are times when you won’t be able to. So…phones.”

“Maybe.” She leans into my touch, though, and that perhaps sounds more promising. More than a maybe and more of a cautiousyes, but only because it’s with you, and trying new things with you might be fun.

“Maybe is good,” I say.

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