Page 62 of For the Promise

I sink into her. Fuck. She feels amazing. Better than anyone before her. I fear better than anyone after her.

I push those thoughts away. Now is not the time to worry about the future. Not when I have the woman I’m obsessed with naked and writhing beneath me.

Chapter 20

“When faced with two evils, I prefer to hide.” ~ Blossom

Blossom

The sun shines in my face and I groan. Ugh. I forgot to close the curtains again.

I open one eye a smidgeon and a view of a deck with the ocean beyond it greets me. What the hell? This isn’t my bedroom in my apartment.

The arm around my waist tightens and memories of last night flood my body. Waking up to Jaxon toying with my breast. Begging Jaxon to have sex with me. Feeling Jaxon bury himself deep inside me.

It was incredible. What I wouldn’t give to spend every night the way we did last night. Jaxon laughing and joking with me. Totally relaxed and unguarded.

Except we agreed it would be a one time thing. My stomach dips. I don’t want last night to be the last time Jaxon touches me. I want him to touch me every chance he gets. I want him to choose me.

Shit. I’m catching feelings for my fake husband.

The same man who ghosted me after we kissed. How the hell is he going to react after we had sex together? Is he going to run for the hills?

I can’t handle it. His rejection after the kiss was hard enough. His rejection after sex would leave a permanent scar.

I need to get out of here. Escape before Jaxon gets the chance to give me the brush off.

But how?

I lift his arm. He grunts and presses his hard length against my ass. I inch toward the edge of the bed. He sighs before rolling over. Phew.

I slide out of bed and hurry to my suitcase. I grab my clothes for the day before rushing to the bathroom. I don’t shower. The sound of water would wake Jaxon. No thanks. Instead, I quickly wash and dress.

When I finish, I slowly open the door and peek out. Jaxon is sleeping while facing away from me. This is my chance. I run to the door and hurry outside.

Only once I’m walking the path toward the main building do I realize I don’t have my phone or my purse. Shit. I stop and nibble on my lip as I contemplate what to do.

“I didn’t expect you to come,” Stacey says and I startle. Where did she appear from?

“Sorry?”

“I figured you’d skip the spa day since you didn’t show up for the lunch or wine tasting yesterday.”

The spa day? What is she… Oh, right. The wedding. The reason we’re here. The reason Jaxon is pretending to be my husband.

Except he is my husband. In name only.

My sore inner muscles remind me our marriage wasn’t in name only last night.

I force all my crazy thoughts away. “A spa day sounds wonderful.”

She rakes her gaze over me. “You appear to need it.”

I fist my hand before I reach for my hair. I didn’t have time to straighten it this morning. My curls are probably bursting out of my bun.

“You know how it is.” I smirk. “Being a newlywed and not getting any sleep.”

Her eyes narrow on me. “Newlywed. Right.”

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