Page 59 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
At least now John thinks Vivian and I are in love and the marriage isn’t fake.
I park the car in the garage of the condo and help Vivian to carry her suitcase. Not until we’re inside the elevator, I hear Vivian giggle.
“God! You were so good!” she says.
“What do you mean?” I frown, although I like seeing her laugh.
“You looked like you really loved me. You almost made me believe you.”
I do love you, baby.But I keep the secret. “So did you. You almost fooled me, too!”
She smirks but doesn’t say another word. She simply glances at me, and then she blushes.
Her dreamy eyes draw me to her. I lean into her and whisper, “Now tell me, how much truth is there?”
Vivian inhales sharply. Her eyes shimmer, and her bosom rises and falls with each breath. “I did have a crush on you,” she whispers.
I’m not that satisfied with the past tense, and I want to know the current status of her crush. “What about now?”
She doesn’t answer this time, but bites her bottom lip.
Hell. That’s clearly a yes. What am I waiting for? Not John’s permission because she’s made it clear she doesn’t need it.
My heart races, and without further hesitation, I kiss her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back, wriggling as soon as I press the small of her back towards me. My cock swells instantly and I want to take her right there. When the door opens, I hear someone clearing his throat, and Vivian pulls away from me.
A man is waiting to get in, and he doesn’t hide his interest when his eyes roam over Vivian. I tuck her in my arm tightly, grab the suitcase, and step out of the elevator.
We barely make it into my condo when Vivian pushes me against the door and unbuttons my shirt clumsily. She licks my chest while stroking my abs with her soft hands, making me groan. I yank my shirt off and toss it to the ground.
“You’re so beautiful, Alex!” she coos, her green eyes shimmering with lust. “I want you.”
Fuck me. Now I know what I got up at five every morning to work out for. It’s for this moment. It’s for the adoration on her face. “I’m all yours, baby,” I say, stroking her cheek.
She kneels in front of me, deftly unzipping my fly and peeling down my pants. “I love seeing you like this, Alex,” she says as she gazes me up and down, clothed in nothing but briefs. “You look good in whatever you wear, dressy or casual, but best with nothing at all.”
She speaks my mind. I would like to strip her as well, but I stay put, satisfying her hunger. I tug at the waistband of my underwear, eager to expose every part of me to her, but she grabs my wrist.
“Not yet,” she smiles wickedly. “I want to play hide-and-seek with it for a while.”
“Fuck. You’re naughty,” I rasp as she gently rubs my hard-on through the fabric first and then reach inside to feel the tip.
My underwear feels unbearably tight as she teases me. “Please, Vivian,” I beg her. “Let me take it off.”
She smiles wickedly and peels the fabric off, her eyes brighten like a child seeing her favorite candy.
She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her velvety lips around it and sucks me hard.
I groan and grasp her shoulders. “I fucking love your mouth,” I say.
It doesn’t take me long to come. I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.
Hell. I might not be the first man who claims her mouth, but I will be the first to claim her pussy.
I rip the dress off her and enjoy the sight of her in bra and panties. “I echo your words,” I say to her. “I love you in fewer clothes. Sweetheart.”
She giggles. “You should probably specialize in designing underwear.”
