Page 85 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Are you going to look it up?""
"I’ll save you the bother." Karma steps forward, "He’s right."
"So, what else is new?" I can’t keep the slightly victorious tone from my voice. Cheap shots.
For some reason, when I am around her my control seems to slip, and hell, if I am not going to take every single opportunity to come out on top. Literally.
Summer glances between us, then pulls up her phone. Her fingers tap on the screen, then she stiffens. Tucks her elbows into her side.
"Told ya."
"Yeah, yeah." She blows out a breath and the hair on her forehead flies up. "That’s a first. I’ll give you this one."
I lower my voice, "You'll give me every one of your firsts."
Her chin comes up, and she whips her head around to look at me. "Happy?"
I shake my head.
"What more do you want?"
"We made a deal at the start of this conversation, have you forgotten?"
"I am losing count, asshole."
I lower my head, nuzzle her cheek, then whisper, "Much prefer alphahole."
"I think I’m going to call you pain in the ass."
"At least wait until I’ve stuffed my cock into that hole too," I murmur.
Her breathing hitches.
I pull back, survey her features. Pupils dilated; creamy skin of her neck flushed with color. My dick instantly lengthens.
Her mouth opens, and that’s when, cunt that I am, I move in. I close the distance between us, drop my head and close my mouth over hers.
She stiffens; every muscle in her body solidifies. I swipe my tongue between her lips and a small sigh escapes her. I nibble on her mouth, suck on her tongue, and her spine curves. I bring her firmly against my side. She literally seems to melt into me.
My cock hardens, my balls throb, an answering pulse flares at my temples. Fuck.
The sound of a throat being cleared reaches me. I lessen the intensity of the kiss, move back, and she follows me. I can’t stop the rumble of pleasure that vibrates up my chest. She must have heard it too, for she stiffens. Then pulls away. I let her put some distance between us. Not too much, for I keep my arm about her waist.
"So." I turn to Karma. "Glad you could make it."
"Wouldn’t miss helping my sister plan her wedding."
"Wait." Summer shuffles her feet, "You're the one who invited her?"
"He did," Karma confirms.
Summer shoots me a dirty glance, "Did you hack the password to my phone?"
"Didn’t need to. I used your favorite number."
"How did you know…?" She purses her lips. "You had my laptop rigged so you could figure out my patterns?"
"You give me too much credit. Turns out, you are predictable."
