Page 95 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“Punishment. Performance. Maybe both. Sinclair used them—of that, we’re sure.”
She studied his profile. The long slope of his nose, the fullness of his lips, the sharp cut of cheekbone and jaw.
Five years later, this man still gave her butterflies. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
The strained lines on his handsome face lessened. “We need to wait.”
She released a humorless laugh, thinking the same as him. “With Madison still out there…”
“It makes me sick to think of her with them.” He pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “We have no right to take a moment for ourselves.Not a real one. A quick break is one thing, but celebrating a wedding… we just can’t.”
“I agree.” She nestled her face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like home, and she never wanted to leave. “I’ll wear that damn dress one day.”
“You will. Sooner than you think.”
That got her attention, and she pulled back. “What?”
“Before you say no, hear me out.”
Ugh. She knew that tone. He had some genius idea that would probably work, but that she wasn’t going to like. “Spill it.”
“We’ll keep pretending we’re getting married this weekend.”
“…Okay?”
“I know someone’s talking to Sinclair.”
“How?”
“Because I’m me.” He smirked down at her. “And I know everything.”
She kissed his neck, nipping playfully with her teeth. Under the sheets, he hardened, his long length brushing against her hand still splayed on his stomach.
“Tell me your plan,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping one by one around his cock. They had done this only once before, with neither of them able to focus enough to finish, too concerned with the cameras watching. “And relax. No one can see us.”
The muscles in his entire body tightened on the first slow pump, his breath hitching in his throat. “Someone’s talking to him… and I want them tokeep…doingthat.” He shifted slightly to block the camera’s view, letting her work him with a slow, steady rhythm. “I want Sinclair to think this wedding’s real. He’s been quiet too long. It’ll piss him off.”
“You know what I want?” She pressed her thumb to his tip, smearing the moisture. “You in my mouth until I gag. Then fucking me so hard—”
“Evie’s coming tomorrow,” he said loudly for the camera. His eyes shuttered closed as she worked, and using his bad arm, reached behind him to grab the T-shirt left half hanging off the bed from where he’d undressed in a hurry. “Samuel wants to review what we’ve gathered so far while you and Evie do wedding stuff. Try on your dress.”
She giggled into his neck. “I want to be fucked in that dress,” she whispered. “It’s so short, and I don’t plan to wear any underwear whenI walk down the aisle.”
He shoved the T-shirt under the covers and handed it to her, panting. “Rowan’s dropping the security block on your phone, so keep…uh…it with you as you try on…shoes. Shoes? Dresses. The dress.” Goosebumps broke out across his body as he shifted, pretending to be repositioning himself on the bed when, in reality, he was using the move as an opportunity to thrust against her palm. “Did youwantthat tiara? I can buy you a tiara.”
“Get me a tiara, and I’ll wear it while I ride you.” She flicked her tongue along his jaw as he rambled, tasting his skin while carefully keeping her face hidden from the camera. “Can’t you just picture it? Me bouncing hard on your cock with your hand around my throat like a collar and that pretty little tiara sparkling as I come?”
“Yes.” He shivered, sucking in air through his nostrils as he tried to keep himself under control. “Yes.”
Fisting her hair, he yanked her up to kiss, moaning into her mouth as he came. For the cameras, they kept it as a lingering kiss goodnight—or good morning as it were—with barely a brush of tongue, all while she wrung every last pulse from him.
Once it was over, he took the shirt from her and balled it up with one hand under the blanket. “You’re so going to get it for that.”
“Get what? A prize?” She flopped onto her back as he discarded the shirt in the laundry basket. “It can be the tiara. I’ll wear it proudly.”
Returning to bed, he pulled her up against his side again. “And I didn’t even need twenty minutes.”
She snuggled against him, secure in his hold. “Babe, you didn’t even need two.”
