Page 63 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

Moving them back and forth, I thought even more about our night, how I'd fingered her, how tight, how hot and wet and sweet she'd been, the little sounds she'd made despite trying to hold herself back.

My soaked fingers thrusting in and out of her, her clit against my palm, her leg draped over me, how she'd wiggled her hips, grinding herself into my hand like she couldn't get enough. Of me. Of the way I was touching her. How much she'd liked it. How needy she'd been for me.

I remembered how her pussy had been so open to me, how she'd felt from the inside, her G-spot. Stroking her from the outsideandthe inside. How her body had tensed, how I'd known she was close, how she'd bit my shoulder while her body convulsed, her sweet pussy tightening like a vise around my fingers.

And that was all it took. Aria's panties around the base of my cock, I let myself spill out onto the countertop, making a mess with my hot spurts of cum.

When I finished, I put Aria's panties back into my pants pocket with the intent of never giving them back. They'd have to pry those things from my dead body because they were mine now.

Once I cleaned up the counter and took a quick shower, I found myself back in the bedroom, Aria buck naked again, having completely thrown off the covers and flipped to her side.

This night was going to be pure torture. There was no way I could sleep in the bed now. After waking up grinding against her ass this morning, I clearly couldn't trust myself to sleep with her naked.

It was a damn shame too because it'd been the best night of sleep I'd ever had. No nightmares. No dreams. No insomnia.

With a heavy sigh, I went back to the corner chair and sat down, trying my best to get comfortable. It was going to be a long night.

And not knowing how Aria was going to act toward me when she woke up didn't help. I had no idea if she'd rememberanything, and if she did, would she completely regret it and hate me now?

Twenty

Aria

My head felt like it was a battleground between a jackhammer and a middle school marching band. And my mouth? Dry with the worst taste ever. I just knew my pores were oozing out all the alcohol, and despite the world's longest shower, I must've smelled downright lovely.

On our private flight back to New York City, Ethan sat across an aisle from me, silent, staring out the window and obviously in his own world. We'd barely spoken since I'd woken up this morning and downed the glass of water along with the two painkillers, mumbling a quick thank you to Ethan, horrified as the events from the previous night had washed over me.

Grabbing Ethan's hand and putting it on my pussy, practically demanding that he touch me... having a climax out in public where anyone could see me, quite possibly the worst decision I had ever made, and that included a significant number of awful ones.

I'd been incessantly checking my phone all morning, even daring to speak to Ethan to see if he had any knowledge of whether we'd been caught. I hadn't been this paranoid since that New Year's Eve when I'd eaten too many gummies with my sisters. Doing yet another search, I held my breath waiting for the results.

"Hey, Aria," Ethan's quiet voice cut through the buzzing of my brain.

Turning to face him, I fought the wave of nausea the slight movement caused. "Yeah?"

He didn't answer right away, and I studied him, backlit against the bright window behind him. My eyes narrowed at the light, Ethan appearing even more handsome amongst the shadows. How could he look like that after the night we'd had?

A fleeting image of myself stubbornly insisting on finishing the champagne bottle flashed through my hazy mind.What an idiot.

"Stop obsessing," he said. "No one—and I mean,no one—saw us last night."

"How do you know that?"

He shrugged. "Because I was watching. I was aware. I knew where every single person on that boat was and what they were doing."

Not sure how to respond, I kept quiet and still, willing the spinning to stop.

"You don't believe me," he said.

"I don't know what to believe."

"Do you really think I would put you in a position like that?"

"I don't know you well enough to know whether or not you would."

He muttered a curse under his breath. "Seriously, Aria. I wouldn't do that to you. Or anyone for that matter. You have to know that about me by now."

"I want to believe that."

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