Page 81 of Fake It 'Til You Sleigh It

I’ve never done anything so filthy and fantastic.

And I’m craving a replay.

Those poor SpongeBob sheets have seen some things the past few days, and I’m not sure they’ll ever recover.

I thought Ethan was spent after the experience. The way he lay there, his arm draped over his eyes—his whole body relishing the moment. I kissed him goodnight and snuggled up to him, ready to drift off.

“Not a chance, darlin’.” He chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow. “Sleep? We’re not even close to the finish line. Not until you’re throughly satisfied.”

The mere memory of his words has my clit pulsing, eager to obey.

Ethan camped out down there like he was at a cozy cabin retreat, giving my lady garden a luxurious, never-ending spa day. The slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue on my sweet spot, how he groaned against my pussy, and the million vibrations coursing through me…

He was unhinged, driven to prove how masterfully he could command my body. And he’s right. My whole being molded to his hands, formed to his touch, and surrendered completely to his will.

And fuck me, don’t even get me started on the orgasms, because they kept coming and coming. They didn’t just leave my thighs quivering. No, even my soul trembled like a goddamn jackhammer.

Ethan can summon climaxes—the man is the Pied Piper of pussy.

It’s a dance of desire and dominance.

And that scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

But I can’t go there right now. Time to quiet the buzzing in my lady bits and get these merch orders filled.

Darla’s craft store is so packed with fans today, there’s a line out the door. I wish I could stop thinking about you-know-who, but everything I touch in here is covered in Ethan’s face, the very same face I sat on last night.

I shove another Chathan shirt into a box. Nolan’s voice drones on in the background, a monotonous hum about labeling and address verification. We have over a thousand online orders to fill, and the last hour has been a long, mind-numbing loop.

“…and then we double-check the zip code to ensure—”

“Right, because checking once is for amateurs,” I mutter, no longer hiding my sarcasm. Meanwhile, my traitorous gaze is playing a twisted game of hide and seek. It drifts across the crowded store, magnetically drawn to the one person I’m trying desperately to ignore.

Ethan.

He’s in his element, a golden retriever in human form, all easy smiles and effortless charm. He’s like a one-man boy band—taking selfies and signing autographs. Everyone within a ten-foot radius is falling head over heels for him.

Flirtation is his superpower, activated by the merest hint of a grin. The man oozes charm as if he’s been honing this skill since birth. And that’s the problem—this comes far too naturally to him. His effortless allure? It’s nothing more than a carefully crafted performance.

Ethan glances over, catching me staring. He winks, and I swallow hard. There’s no stopping the warmth spreading through my chest like wildfire.

The way he looks at me. The things he says. He’s so convincing, it almost feels real.

Stop it, Chase!This is nothing more than a fake relationship with benefits. A carefully orchestrated PR stunt to boost our subscriber count. Casual sex is how we LA people operate. No big deal, just killing time between livestreams.

But seriously? How did I go from wanting to superglue Ethan’s lips shut to wanting them wide open and all over me? Hooking up? Never crossed my mind.

Fine, I’ll come clean. Maybe I’ve had a dirty thought or two(or ten)about him over the years. But I’d rather eat glass than admit that out loud.

It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s not like we’re gonna live happily ever after. He’ll go back to chasing supermodels and Hollywood ‘it’ girls.

What if I did desire something genuine? To be treasured and adored by him, not just another conquest. To be the only name tattooed on his heart. To be each other’s… person.

The truth is, Ethan isn’t relationship material, even if I did want that.

As if he can hear my thoughts, Ethan saunters over and pulls me in for a kiss so intense it leaves me lightheaded. His mouth is warm against mine, his arms strong and secure around my waist. The store erupts in a chorus of “awws” and for once I don’t shy away from the attention.

“Isn’t my girlfriend adorable?” Ethan asks the crowd.

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