Page 17 of Shameless
“If that’s what you want. We’re not fake in the bedroom.”
I needed him. I stripped off the denim dress, and once it hit the floor, I said, “Absolutely not. We’re at our best this way. Now, kiss me.”
He laughed and finished dropping those pants of his. “Bossy tonight too.”
“Is that bad?” I asked and pressed closer. My body tingled in awareness of him.
He wrapped his arms around me. “I like that I know where I stand with you and what you want.”
“I want you. I want this,” I said and cupped his gorgeous, muscular ass.
Forgetting myself in his arms was the only truth I needed right then.
Chapter Six
Michael
The next morning
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Every morning I woke up beside Britney, her nearness sent a thrill through me, and a smile grew as I opened my eyes. Somehow, I needed to show her that life with me was better.
The previous night, she’d said no to fake dating but then had me come to bed. Honestly, she seemed conflicted, but the time had come to persuade her the old-fashioned way.
I knew I wanted her, and I needed her to see that life with me was better than any other choice she could make.
For the time being, I slipped out of bed, having decided to make her breakfast. I wasn’t sure she enjoyed eggs or bacon, so I also fashioned the dough I’d made the previous night and stuck it in the oven so that we would have fresh bread.
I hummed and finished everything, taking the bread out the oven when she came out of the bedroom wearing a shirt. I placed the plates on the table and said, “Good morning.”
She came over, and I thought she’d kiss me. But then she covered her mouth.
I asked, “What’s going on?”
She ran back into the bedroom, shouting, “Get rid of the eggs!”
“Of course,” I said then heard her being sick.
I covered the pan to hide the smell and went into the bathroom.
She washed her mouth out, and when she finished brushing her teeth, she said, “Sorry about that.”
Now she seemed pregnant. I’d never seen her vulnerable, and it was sexier than I'd expected, but I said, “No more eggs.”
“Good plan.” She took my arm.
All that was left on the table was tea and bread. She sniffed the bread and nodded. Then she saw my phone, which I’d clicked off. She held out her hand and said, “Show me what you’re reading.”
Sharpness was another quality she had. I reopened my phone to a PDF and handed it to her, seeing no point to hiding.
Her eyes widened as she read, then she said, “Your sister is suing you for your money, claiming you made your fortune from your inheritance.”
“I didn’t use my inheritance for anything.”
“How did you amass a fortune on your own?”
“I bet Charlie I could race a car faster than him.”
