Page 216 of The Fake Date Agreement

If I hadn’t already been soaking his pants, sitting in his arms like this does the job and then some. “You really meant it when you said you didn’t care about being wet, huh?”

“What is the point of money if you don’t spend it on the people you love? What a waste if you hoard it like a gremlin.” He kisses me. “I like to take care of you. My money is just an extension of that care. Is that easier to understand?”

I loop my arms around his shoulders. “It is.” And I kiss him.

He pulls away, groaning. “This isn’t why I brought you here.”

“And if I said I didn’t want a Ferrari, but I want you to make love to me. What then?”

His eyes turn hooded. “You need to rest.”

“I need you inside me,” I whisper against his lips.

His fingers spasm against my lower back, and his cock, wedged between my thighs, swells. “Our food is on its way.”

He ordered us a ridiculous amount of room service when we got to the suite. It’s more food than I will eat, but Javier insisted on taking care of all my needs.

I kiss his throat. “Then you don’t have long to give me what I want.”

I’m in his arms a second later and laughing when he throws me onto the bed and follows me down.

He’s surprisingly serious as he studies me.

“What? Did you just realize we soaked the sheets, and we have nowhere to sleep tonight?”

His lip twitches. “This suite comes with three bedrooms.”

I nod. “Of course it does. Silly me.”

“I’m happy,” he says simply. “For the first time in so long, I’m happy. Things would be better if my parents supported what I want to do and my sister was in my life more, but I’ve never been happier. That’s because of you.”

“I’m sorry they aren’t, Javier.” I kiss him. “We can be our own family. And you’ll like my dad. If something is important to you, he’ll make it important to him. Just ask him about my Beanie Baby phase when you meet him.”

He’s smiling when he kisses me.

His hard body presses down on me, and his fingers are knowing as he caresses me.

He rolls us, making quick work of stripping the sodden clothes off his body. Then he lifts me. His mouth clings to mine as he walks us somewhere.

I keep my arms and legs looped around him until my bare back kisses silky sheets. Only then do I peel my eyes open to discover he’s walked us from the master to another bedroom. “Messing up room number two?”

He strokes his fingers down my arms and lifts them, pinning my wrists to the bed over my head.

“Keep your hands up,” he orders.

“Why?” I whisper.

“We have five, maybe ten minutes before our meal arrives, and I intend to make you come twice before I feed you.”

My stomach twists. “Twice?”

He releases my wrists and pauses for a second, nodding in approval when I don’t move.

“Twice,” he confirms.

“And how do you intend to do that?”

He gathers a pillow from beside us and lifts my hips, tucking the pillow under the base of my spine. “Like this.”

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