Page 7 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
On second thought, who needed to breathe?
Not me, not with our mouths and tongues perfecting the way they moved against each other.
Her moan vibrated against my lips and I was about to lose the last remaining thread on my control. I reluctantly released her, and our ragged breaths filled the air between us.
She brought her fingertips up to that delicious bottom lip. “Wow. That was…” She blinked up at me. “What got into you this morning?”
You. And I want to get into you next.Whoa. That thought was way too far, and more proof that I’d taken this entire situation too far.
But what was I supposed to do now? Be likeP.S., you and I are over?
I couldn’t do that. Not when I was thinking that this was far from over.
This was just the beginning.
