Page 81 of Four Steps to the Perfect Fake Date

“That can be arranged.”

His exhale was shaky. Cock sheathed and ready, Calvin pressed a palm to the bed above her shoulder and dipped his lips to hers. Daphne’s body ached for him, and she rolled her hips toward his. He smiled against her lips and nipped at her.

As he settled atop her, Daphne let out a long sigh. His weight pressed her into the mattress, his hips spreading her thighs wider. She could feel him, hot and hard and ready against her folds. All he had to do was shift his body a few inches, and she’d feel the stretch of him pushing inside.

Anticipation clawed at her like a beast scrabbling to get out. Now that she was here, in his bed, she wondered how she’d managed to resist him for weeks. Wondered how she’d possibly survived without the weight of his body on top of hers, without his kisses for sustenance.

“That night you called me,” he said, lips tracing her ear, “after I asked you to be my date ...” He rocked his hips against her, and Daphne’s lids fluttered shut.

“Mm?”

“I hung up the phone and jerked off to the thought of you right here, like this,” he admitted, grinding his cock over her clit.

Daphne exhaled a weak laugh, hands tracing the muscles of his back and shoulders. “Really?”

“You were so snippy with me, but it didn’t matter. I wanted you then and I want you now. You drive me crazy, Daphne. Everything you do turns me on.”

It was a heady feeling, to have a man like Calvin Flint admit that she affected him so. To think that he looked past her drab clothing and her love of numbers to notice the woman beneath it all. Or maybe, Daphne realized as he rose up on his forearms to meet her gaze, maybe he appreciated those parts of her as much as the ones she kept hidden. The lace and silk under the boring office clothes. The bravery behind the mousy exterior.

Pleasure darted through Daphne’s veins. She felt empty and full all at once. She wanted him to stop looking at her like that, because the depth of emotion in his gaze terrified her—and she also never wanted the moment to end.

“I’m glad you pulled me over,” she told him, loving the way his lips curled in response.

And when he shifted his hips and reached between them to fit himself into her opening, Daphne knew the ground was unsteady beneath her feet. She knew something was changing, but she wasn’t afraid. She drank in the sight of him, the feel of him beneath her palms, the weight of him on top of her.

He pushed his cock inside, and they exhaled together. Calvin’s lids fluttered as a rough groan was ripped from his throat, his forehead dropping to the pillow beside her. Daphne was stretched and filled until it felt like she’d never get her breath back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her body for more. Her nails carved lines in his hard back. Her teeth sank into his shoulder.

Their movements became frenzied. Nothing existed except him and her and unending pleasure. His lips devoured hers in a clumsy kiss, his hands framing her face as their bodies moved.

“Mine,” he said against her mouth, hips snapping to drive himself deeper. “You’re mine, Daphne.”

She’d regret it later, probably, but the words made her feel like she was lifting off the bed, floating away from all that had kept her small and scared and safe. “Yes,” she panted, clutching him closer, kissing him harder, taking him deeper.

Calvin’s movements were jagged, his breaths rough. Daphne could sense that he was close, and she wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her. But when his hand reached between them to press at the spot that drove her wild, she was lost.

She saw the triumph in his gaze as her muscles locked up. Heard the rough, broken words of encouragement he gave her. Felt the way he hardened inside her as she came. But it was all distant. Mostly, she felt a rush of pleasure so intense all she could do was cling to him and hope she survived the aftermath.

He shouted her name, hands clamping on her hips to hold her where he wanted her. Boneless and limp, Daphne enjoyed the aftershocks of pleasure as she watched his face go slack, his hands tightening briefly before letting go to soothe the ache of his grip.

Hazel eyes met hers. He looked stunned.

Daphne reached up toward him with heavy arms, coaxing him to drape his body on top of hers so she could feel the weight and heat of him. With his head nestled against her neck, his lips pressed a kiss to her pulse. They stayed there for long heartbeats, adjusting to a world that had suddenly been rearranged.

Chapter 31

That night, Daphne got very little sleep. She and Calvin existed in a cocoon of tenderness and pleasure, speaking in touches rather than words. Rain pattered on the roof through the night as their cries filled the room, exhaustion finally overtaking them only a few hours before dawn.

Waking up next to Calvin filled Daphne with sweetness. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and nuzzled at his neck, loving the way his hand trailed up and down the dip of her waist. Her knee was slotted between his legs, the scent of him embedded in her skin. She was happier than she remembered ever feeling.

“Morning,” Calvin mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. His hand slid from her waist down to her ass, squeezing her curves before stroking back up to her ribs. He touched her like he couldn’t get enough of her, and Daphne never wanted him to stop.

“Morning,” she replied. She pressed a kiss to the soft skin just below his stubble, embers of desire flaring to life despite her tiredness.

Maybe once she wasn’t in the same room as him, she would regret taking this leap. Maybe when his scent and touch and kiss weren’t drugging influences on her rationality, Daphne would be able to think about the consequences of jumping into bed with the man who’d unraveled her so easily and so completely.

But his fingers trailed over her skin, and his chest rose and fell with his breaths, and with slow, gentle coaxing, he nudged her legs apartso he could feel what he did to her, his fingers already knowing the patterns of her pleasure as they slid to where she needed them most.

She’d lost her mind, and she didn’t care.

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