Page 86 of Faking It

Gideon

“Michael?” Ana scoffs, joining me on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. “I doubt it. I don’t know anything about that asshole, but I can’t imagine someone on his level feeding information to a gossip page. What’s his motive? It can’t be money.”

“Could be revenge.” The more I consider it, the more it makes sense. I twist on the couch, pulling up my leg as I face her. “ANON started slandering my character even more after I cut ties with Michael. They painted you as a cheater the same night I punched him out for you. It can’t be a coincidence. He’s the mole.”

She doesn’t appear convinced. “The mole doesn’t know about our fake arrangement, or I’m sure the tabloids would already be running with it.”

“Michael and my dad are tight, but Dad wouldn’t let that slip. He knows the buzz around the movie depends on it.”

Ana ponders it for a moment, then nods. “Okay, so maybe he’s the mole. What are we going to do with that information?”

“Tread carefully,” I reply at once. “Keep our secrets close to our chests. We can’t tell anyone anything. Not even Jared or Tori.”

“I’m already a pro in secret-keeping,” she replies with a haughty smirk, pushing up with her knees pressing on the couch. “You’re the chatterbox who wants to talk about his feelings.”

I chuckle as she leans into me. “I’m a chatterbox now, huh?”

“You love running that mouth. We both know it,” she teases, her gaze dropping to my lips.”

“That’s not the only thing I love doing with my mouth. You know that,” I tease back, watching her pupils darken, the memory of our last night together behind them. She sighs when I cup her cheek, her soft breath mixing with mine as I kiss her.

It’s amazing how in sync we are, every stroke timed perfectly, our bodies rolling to the same beat. She tastes sweet, like that chocolate tea I made when she just got here. Her scent reminds me of the intoxicating fragrance of a flower shop. Her smooth skin feels so good beneath my fingers as I run my hand up her thigh. A muttered curse flies from my lips when I stroke her warm flesh.

Ana backs off with a gasp, smirking down at me. “Naughty Gideon. I only came for hot chocolate and a little gossip.”

“Oh, really?” I squeeze her ass. “Is that why you’re not wearing any panties?”

“It’s hot outside,” she jokes.

“It’s hot inside too,” I murmur. “Your pussy felt warm and tight around my finger.”

Her smile fades, and she whispers, “Jesus.”

“No, only me.” I pull her down to me, our mouths inches apart. “You’re going to be screamingmyname when you’re coming. Only mine.”

Our lips meet like a car crash, the kiss harder this time. Rougher, with more purpose. One aim. Fucking. Real hardcore fucking. Ana eases back, and I yank her dress over her head, then grab both breasts, sucking one, then the other while Ana rides my thigh, begging me not to stop. I pepper kisses on her belly, slip my tongue in her navel, the action making her gasp, pleasure heavy in that breathy tone.

Her bumping and grinding is such a turn-on. Her pussy crushes my thigh, soaking the flannel sweatpants with her juices. She throws her head back, exposing the sweat-sheen skin of her throat that I reach up to lick.

“Oh,” she moans, rocking faster. “I’m coming. Fuck.”

Fuck, indeed. It’s only been two minutes, tops. She came apart so quickly, giving me no chance to take control like I wanted to. Well, it’s not too late. I let her ride out the orgasm, holding her hips as she fucks my thigh. She’s lost to this world; eyes closed, lips parted, her heavy breathing filling the room. I pinch her nipples, and she bucks faster, my name coming out in a whisper.

She’s barely recovered when I lift her in my arms. I bound the stairs, pausing beside my private room. Only for a beat.

She’s not ready.

Ana looks questioningly at the door as I walk off, and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. It’s the only door in the house with a keypad so I know she’s curious. She says nothing. A part of me feels relief, knowing I won’t need to explain since it’s not yet time. The other part of me wants her to ask so I can open the door.

Heaven knows how much I want to open that door.

I push my bedroom door open with my hip and rest her on the bed, stepping from my sweatpants with such swiftness I surprise myself. Ana braces on her arms, licking her lips as I stroke my cock.

“On your knees,” I command.

Without hesitation, Ana hurries to comply. The perfect sub. Oh, I can’t wait to get her there. She looks so demure on her knees, so sexy. I imagine her with a collar on, and my cock swells. Her lustful eyes lock with mine. I run my fingers through her hair, then grip a handful.

“I’m going to bury every inch of my cock in your mouth, and you’re going to take it like a good girl. Understood?”

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