Page 119 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
He looks up, eyes dark and mischievous, a more devilish curve to his smile. My breath catches as he lifts the train of my gown.
Oh God.
My body clenches in anticipation, my pulse racing. His hands are steady as he slides my panties aside and inhales, slow and deliberate.
"God, I want this so badly," he murmurs. "It's all I could think about on the way home. You're lucky I didn't pull over and eat you out right there on the side of the road."
"Grayson—"
The first sweep of his tongue across my clit silences me with a startled gasp.
He does it again, curling his tongue from the other side, and my knees nearly give way. He presses a firm hand to my stomach, holding me steady as he traces slow, maddening patterns on my swollen nub. My soft sounds fill the air, rising and falling with each flick of his tongue.
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to him completely.
Then he dives in.
His tongue flicks and circles, teasing and tasting, until I'm trembling. One finger slips inside me, then another, finding rhythm and depth.
"Grayson!" I cry, clutching his hair, the pleasure sharp and all-consuming. He eats me in earnest now—licking, sucking, nibbling—his mouth and tongue relentless. The sensations hit like waves, powerful and fast, leaving me gasping for air. My body arches against him, instinctively chasing every stroke.
My orgasm crashes over me without warning. It tears through me, leaving me writhing, convulsing, my voice breaking as I cling to him.
When I finally come down, I collapse into his arms, panting, dazed.
He smiles down at me, brushing a thumb over my cheek. "See? That didn't hurt, did it?"
I bite my lip at his chuckle—and then I'm on him again, laughing breathlessly as we tumble back into each other.
Much later, when we're tangled together in the dark, everything feels soft and safe. His arm lies heavy and warm across my stomach. His breathing is slow, peaceful.
And that's when it hits me.
The secret.
The thing I've been pushing to the back of my mind ever since that test turned positive.
The pregnancy.
The realization slices through my haze of contentment. The warmth drains out of me in an instant, replaced by a cold, sick dread. My heart, which had been soaring so high, now feels like it's plummeting.
I stare into the dark, the weight of it pressing down until I can barely breathe.
I don't want this to end. Not this happiness, not him. But he has to know.
He deserves to know.
It's no use pretending it can wait. I can't hide it from him, not now—not when everything between us finally feels real. Even if it destroys us. Even if it means losing everything we just found.
I have to tell him.
Now.
CHAPTER 34
Grayson
We lie there in bed for what feels like hours, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
