Page 24 of Fake for 7 days

And what a body it was. Full breasts that made my cock throb.

One of my hands moved upward, resting on the back of the woman's head and applying gentle pressure. Our lips melded together.

If she was going to kiss me, might as well do it properly, right?

I gently brushed my tongue across the soft lips of the stranger, which were still pressed against mine, seeking entrance. The woman in my arms opened her mouth, answering my unspoken question. Our tongues met. The kiss became more passionate, and our bodies pressed even closer together. The woman's hips rubbed against mine. My cock hardened, but that didn't stop the stranger from continuing to kiss me. On the contrary. Our tongues began a wild, passionate dance.

God, this woman was turning me on.

But who was she?

I trailed my fingers down her neck and slowly pulled my lips away from her mouth. A pair of brown eyes looked at me. Warmth and passion lay within them. Finally, I saw the face they belonged to.

The face of Isabella Abbott.

Her.

In my arms was the woman who had rear-ended my car earlier.

She had just managed to give me a jolt for the second time.

A jolt?

I grinned inwardly.

More than that.

"I assume that was just a one-time slip-up!" Donovan Hayden Ellesmere's voice yanked me out of my pleasant thoughts and catapulted me back to the present.

I turned and looked into Donovan's cold gray eyes. He eyed me watchfully. It seemed he was still expecting me to tell him that I would choose Abigail and that the kiss was just a mistake. Inwardly, I shook my head for the umpteenth time that evening. I wasn't going to be pushed around and bossed about so easily.

Certainly not!

The cup was now finally full.

I would show Donovan.

Donovan's voice interrupted my thoughts again. "What is the meaning of this, Carter?"

"Oh, it means... quite a lot," I replied calmly. The breathtaking Isabella was still standing close to me. I put my arm around her hips and let it slide a little lower. A firm ass that felt just right in my hand. One I'd love to knead without all the layers of clothing between us.

"May I introduce you to my fiancée, Isabella Abbott?"

I felt the woman next to me stir. I gently squeezed her ass and tilted my head to her ear as if I was going to kiss her again.

"Just play along," I whispered. "I'll explain everything later." After these words, I gently bit her earlobe. Isabella made a sound that was somewhere between lust and pleasure, and so quiet that no one but the two of us could hear it.

Promising.

But first, I had to get rid of Donovan.

"Engaged?" Only because this question consisted of just one word did he manage not to stutter.

I shrugged. "Life goes on, Donovan. You know that as well as I do."

Donovan said nothing. He looked slightly shocked.

"If you'll excuse me now. As you so beautifully said earlier:Family comes first." That hit home. Now I had beaten this guy with his own weapons. This was well-deserved revenge for his attempt to boss me around and dictate my life.

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