Page 65 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
Just like that, I let the tidal wave wash through my feminine channel. Alex joins me in a second. His hot splash of fluid shoots all the way into my womb.
We both collapse a moment later after he empties another stream into me. He falls on top of me, his chin on the back of my neck, his hot breath tickling my ear, and his half-wilted manhood still buried inside me.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he murmurs. “I wish I could live inside you, Vivian.”
I chuckle. “Why don’t you? I wouldn’t mind taking you with me to Paris.”
He laughs. “Would they let us board the plane like this?” he asks while sliding inside me.
“I don’t know.” I giggle, and then I hear him curse.
“Fuck,” he mutters. And then he rolls off my back and turns me to face him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned by the serious look on his face.
“I forgot to pull out, completely,” he says.
Right. I forgot about it too. “It’s fine,” I say. “I’m in the safe phase.”
He pauses for a moment as if battling with worries, and then he nods. “Let me know if anything goes wrong.”
“What do you mean?” I say. “What if I became pregnant?”
“Then I’ll take care of you and the baby,” he says without hesitation.
I grin, imagining having a family with Alex for a moment. I would like that, although the chance is slim. It’s been two weeks since the end of my last period. “Does it mean we’ll remain married?” I ask.
He pauses. “Not if you don’t want to. I can still take care of you.”
I’m grateful for his answer but not satisfied because it sounds like he’s doing it out of duty. “Thanks,” I say. “But I think I can take care of myself.”
Alex must be tired because soon he falls soundly asleep. I, on the other hand, am still excited by the day’s events and the physical pleasure. I watch him sleep for a while, trying to remember how he looks because I’m going to miss him.
Alex told everyone he would join me later in Paris, but I don’t expect him to do that. To say I don’t wish our relationship to last is a lie, but I’m realistic enough to hope for the impossible. Alex is a much-coveted, successful man. The reason he initiated the fake relationship was that he didn’t have the intention of having a serious relationship with anyone, except perhaps Trisha. I’m still jealous of that bitch, even though Alex shows disinterest toward her when they’re together. I don’t know what would happen once I’m not around him.
Stop it.I chastise myself. I’m lucky enough to have the chance to be so close to my teenage crush, to know him physically and beyond, through this arrangement, not to mention earning my tuition to the fashion school.
I give myself a pet-talk and then close my eyes. Tomorrow, Mark will pick up my suitcases from Alex’s condo before taking me to the airport. Alex has a meeting early in the morning, so he won’t be going to the airport with me. That’s fine because I don’t want to cry outside the terminal.
I open my eyes to a sight that’s become familiar to me: Alex’s sexy, dreamy eyes gazing at me. He’s already dressed and ready for work.
I smile. “Hey, husband!”
He chuckles and stamps a kiss on my forehead. “Good morning, wife.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s seven,” he says. “Breakfast is here. Have some before you go, okay?”
“Okay.” My flight is at noon, so I’d better get up and get ready. Mark will be here in an hour.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” he asks as he helps me to sit up.
“I’m okay,” I say as I hold him and enjoy his warmth for the last time. “There’s no point for you to go through all the traffic just to hug me goodbye once more.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” he murmurs.
I want to agree and tell him to cancel his meetings, but I don’t want to cause trouble. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. “I’ll call you once I get to Paris,” I say when I let him go.
