Page 69 of How To Fake A Fiancé

Over and over, he’s said his reasoning on helping me lie to my family was because he wanted me. Giving myself to him will help me get him out of my system and out of my life. Letting him go first will save me from the coming heartbreak.

Once I stop running and supposedly “give in,” he’ll no longer have any interest in me, and be out the door.

After dinner and we’ve all said our goodnights, Ian and I walk down the hallway together to the bedroom. My heart is pounding the whole way. Is the reason because I want him out of my life? Why do I have this nagging feeling that I’m making a mistake?

The sooner I do this, the less time I’ll have to change my mind.

“How was your day?” His voice pulls me back to reality.

“Oh. Um…good. Yours?”

“Great actually.” He smiles his warm smile. The one that makes me weak in the knees. God, I hope I can pull this off and find the strength to let him go for good.

Once we’re in my bedroom, I close the door behind me and lock it. My hands shake. I need to calm down.

Before I can change my mind, and as he turns away from me, searching through his suitcase, I start taking my clothes off, throwing them to the side.

“Hey, is it okay if I take a shower first? I was outside for most of the day, so I’m feeling grimy,” he asks.

When I’m done stripping and my everything is exposed, I slowly walk over to him. My nipples are peaked, and I feel my pussy is drenched.

If I don’t want him in my life anymore, then why do I feel this way? No. I’m just overthinking it. It’s the sex that my body is excited for, not him…right?

Each step I take toward him feels like an eternity. No turning back now.

His back still faces me as I wrap my arms around his waist. “Mind if I join you?”

Pressing my cheek against his warm back, I rest one hand on his abs and glide the other down to the waistband of his jeans.

I need to take control first and foremost. If I don’t, I’ll be right where I was when we met. Vulnerable and exposed.

I manage to shove my hand inside his pants, finding his long, hard length against my fingertips. Full staff and ready. Why is he hard? Is it involuntary, or is it because of me? I start to work his shaft slowly up and down, then he gently grabs hold of my hand. He’s about to get the easiest lay of his life, and he stops me…again?

He turns to face me; his eyes go wide at my naked form.

Yep, I caught him by surprise. Perfect. I feel the urge to lower my gaze from his but force myself to stand my ground.

Somehow, in a matter of seconds, those hazel eyes that were filled with surprise, turn into ones deep with desire. His stare on my body begins to burn a sweet heat all over.

I remember this feeling. The one that makes me feel hot all over. The one that tells me all the dirty things he wants to do to me. The one that makes me feel like the only girl in his world.

Long moments pass before he speaks. “What did I do to deserve this?”

I’m saving myself. “I can’t thank you enough for being incredibly convincing to my family over the past few days.”

He wraps his arms around my waist. His touch. I’ve forgotten what that does to me.

“All in a day’s work, but I didn’t think you’d reward me like this. What changed?”

Shit, is he suspicious? I need to get him distracted. I shush him, placing my finger against his lips. “Don’t talk. Be quiet and just relax.” I slide down to my knees, bringing down his pants along with his boxers. His cock springs free.

I hear a hiss of relief escape his lips. My mouth waters as I stare at his dick, then back up to his shocked and flushed face.

Regardless of the reason I’m doing this, I can’t deny how much I want to put my mouth on him. On all of him.

I place my tongue on his fat, purple crest, making tight circles along it. Salt and his masculine musk are all I can smell and taste.

“Fuck, Kami,” he lets out as I put as much of him as I can in my mouth.

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