Page 75 of The Proposal Pact
“Um, Shrek?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you can let go off my boob?” There’s a long, tense beat and then…
“Oh, fuck!” Clover whisper-hisses as his body attempts to jerk away from me, but the problem is, it’s so wrapped around me that he takes me right along with him, shifting us so now I’m lying on my back on top of him with his cock digging even deeper into me.
“Well, that didn’t work.”
“Am I the only one who can hear the blasted alarm?” Grace yells once again.
“Jesus Christ.” Clover sighs and this time, slowly, dislodges me from his body. “What is she doing here?” he whispers, turning off the said alarm.
Sure, let’s totally ignore the elephant in the room right now and talk about my insane friend.
“Well—” I start to tell Clover that I did warn him last night, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“About what?”
“To tell me, ‘I told you so.’ It’s too early for that.”
I smile. “No problem, husband. I’ll wait another thirty minutes before doing it.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He gives me a thumbs up, and I laugh, the sound still raw from sleep and other things that are entirely his fault as I tilt my head to the side to look at him.
Theè mou,I slept pressed against that work of art.
“Jesus…it’s just as colorful in here as it is in the rest of the house,” he says, taking in my room in daylight and I smile.
“I thought you’d like it better than the other rooms. Look, the walls are painted your favorite midnight blue.”
“And what about the spiky-looking chandelier and the yellow polka dot curtains?”
I wave him off. “It’ll grow on you.”
“Highly doubt it.” He clicks his tongue.
“Sophia Levidis, you better get your butt out here, or I’ll expecto patronum it out of there,” my best friend kindly threatens.
Ignoring her, I address Clover. “Sooo, are we going to talk about it?”
“Nope,” he says, clearly knowing what I meant. Instead, he pushes the blanket off his body, swinging his legs to the ground. “I need to get to work. God only knows what these hippies did while I was out yesterday.”
I swear, I don’t mean to look but my eyes just slide over his beautiful back, strong shoulders and that trim waist that leads to simple, snug boxer briefs and gulp. Why is my fake husband so hot?
“Sophie? Did you hear what I said?”
“Huh?” I snap my eyes away just in time for him to turn his head around.
“I said, I’ll go get some of my clothes from my parents’ place today. Do you have that spare key that came with the new door?”
God, how can he be all business right now when I’m practically burning from the inside out?
“Oh, yeah. I do.”
“Okay, and give me your phone number. I guess I should have it.” He throws his phone across the bed toward me, and with a snicker I input my number, internally laughing at the name I put myself under.
