Page 64 of Never Fake Date the Financier
“I love you, too,” I say, kissing him.
We kiss and kiss and kiss. I could kiss him forever, and it wouldn’t be enough. The only thought I have in my head as we finally drift to sleep in each other’s arms is how lucky I am to find a man like Adrian.
But I only hope he’s right.
17
ADRIAN
“It’s toobad we missed breakfast with your family.”
Ella glances at me, her bright sundress billowing as we stroll hand in hand through the bustling lobby, toward the hotel’s restaurant. She’s radiant. Stunning. Even more than usual as the sun streams in through the sprawling atrium.
“I disagree.” I bring her hand to my mouth, kissing it. “I enjoyed my breakfast very much this morning.”
“We didn’t have—ohhhh.” Ella blushes, shaking her head as she looks forward. “You’re bad.”
“That’s not what you were telling me last night. Or this morning. I think we were bothverygood.”
She clicks her tongue, but I can see her losing the battle of holding back her smile. And when we pass by an enclave leading to a small indoor and sitting area, I pull her aside, pinning her against a stone column, and capture her lips.
I can’t help myself. It’s been twenty minutes since I last tasted her, and I can’t go on any longer. The sound of rushing water is deafening in this enclosed space, but all I focus on are her soft whimpers and moans as our tongues clash.
Ella jerks away after a few moments, batting my arm. “Adrian!”
“Ella,” I rasp, nuzzling against her neck, breathing her in. I cup her breast, massaging her as I nip at her neck.
She moans, nails digging into my back before pushing me away again.
“We. Just. Had. Sex!”
I swallow hard, staring at my girl, cheeks flushed as she pants. “Can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
She stares at me, long and hard, and then glances at another couple passing behind us a few yards away.
“Well, you’re going to practice some self-control while we’re in public. I’m not about to get arrested.”
I close the gap, sliding my hand across her jaw, gripping her as I thumb her cheek. “I’ll buy our freedom.”
She snorts. “Typical.”
“Anything to keep you close to me.”
I kiss her again, taking her face in my hands. She doesn’t resist. She’s gripping my sides, hands sliding over my abs before gripping me between the legs, tearing a groan from my chest.
“Fuck,” I rasp against her lips as she keeps rubbing. “Keep that up and?—”
“Uh-uh.” Ella slips away. “We’re going to eat. You might’ve had your own version of breakfast, but I’mstarving. I’m literally going to die.”
I sigh. “Fine. But we’re not done. I want seconds when we get back to our room.”
“You mean thirds?”
“And fourths.”
We’re not leaving bed again until my face is numb and I can’t move my damn jaw.
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