Page 40 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
“Hi Alex,” I say while gazing at myself in the mirror.
“Vivian, can you talk?” he asks in his sexy, deep voice.
I shiver in an instant. “Yeah, give me just a moment. I…err, just got out of the shower.”
I don’t know why I say that. Maybe I’m being naughty.
He goes silent immediately, and I regret my whim. Why did I do that? Now I’ve embarrassed us both.
I put on a bathrobe and fasten the sash. Before getting out of the bathroom, I hear his gruff voice, “I wish I were there.”
Holy shit. Did he really say that? My lady bits clench, and my juice pours out onto my thighs as I realize what I’ve done and what it’s about to begin. Before I can stop myself, I ask in a throaty voice, “What would you do if you were?”
After another moment’s pause, he says slowly, “I’ll lick every inch of you.”
I gasp as I lie down on my bed. My hand easily finds my drenched center, and I whimper.
“Fuck, Vivian,” he says. “What are you doing? Tell me.”
“I’m…touching myself.”
He sucks in a breath. “Where?”
My heart pounds so violently I can hardly think. I’ve never done this before, and I’m too embarrassed to say it. “Between my legs.”
“You mean your sweet little paradise,” he says, his voice trailing. “Is it wet as I remember?”
Oh God. He remembers me? “Yes,” I coo. “Wetter.”
“Naughty girl.” I hear his rapid breathing. “Do you touch yourself a lot?”
“No,” I say. “Only once a day.”
“Fuck,” he curses again. “And who do you think of when you do that?”
You.But I don’t say it. “That’s a secret.”
“Cody?” he asks. “Do you think of him?”
“No!” I laugh. Yes, he’s definitely jealous! “I think of … Zac Efron.”
“I see. So that’s your type?”
“Kidding!” I laugh again. “I think of George Clooney, Johnny Depp, or Brad Pitt. You know? The older, mature type.”
“Now you’re teasing me, you little minx,” he rasps.
I hear the unzipping of fly and ruffling of fabric, and I guess what he’s doing. “Are you stroking yourself?”
“I am.”
“Who do you imagine?” I ask in a sultry voice.
“My fake fiancée.”
My heart flutters, and I giggle. “No way!”
“I miss your hands and your mouth, sweetheart,” he says.
