Page 64 of Making It While Faking It
BREAKING NEWS! OUT AND ABOUT
Hold on to your lattes, people, because it has just been confirmed that Achilles Lord and Treasure Grove have been seen in public, kissing and canoodling, and, well… it was hot.
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They are indeed a couple of true lovebirds.
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Getting Cozy
TREASURE GROVE
Achilles is inside me, filling me up with his engorged cock. Everything has changed since we moved into the townhouse. We make love often in the bed we share in the room we share. Whenever Achilles is inside me, I feel so completely in love with him.
Today is the end of the second week that we’ve lived in the townhome. We’ve fallen into routines that prove Achilles and I may have been destined to live together. For instance, we wake up at the same time every morning and cook breakfast, eat, and put the dishes in the dishwasher together. I concede that Achilles cannot live without a real housekeeping crew, and frankly, neither can I, because we are two very busy people. I bring dinner home from the restaurant on most nights.
Almost every day in the last two weeks, Achilles has stopped by the restaurant. Usually, his reason is common sense when he enters my office, locks the door, bends me over my desk, and his magnificently large cock thrusts into my dripping wetness from behind. Once our burning and unquenchable lust for each other has been quelled for the moment, Achilles and I will get right down to business. He’s helping with the structural changes of the restaurant. The cost of construction is half as much of what I was initially quoted. Achilles is making sure I’m not getting taken advantage of in any way.
I go to his office often too. I never really understood why he needs the deal between my family and his family to work until now. He showed me hundreds of pages of trust requirements for the Lords to abide by. We’ve had deep conversations about why a man would do something like that, make his descendants jump through hoops from the grave. Achilles and I can talk for hours about stuff like that with our clothes on or off. He’s a good guy—a really good guy. And for now, he’s mine.
But today is Sunday, the second Sunday in our new place and the second weekend we’ve spent in bed, reading the papers, talking about business decisions that have boded well or need more tweaking, and making lots of love. I am, for all intents and purposes, being extremely negligent when it comes to protecting my heart. Because nothing has changed as we lie in bed, limbs entangled, after engaging in beautiful sex. My heart pumps fast, our bodies glisten, my soul is full of Achilles Lord, and still, we are connected by our signatures on the dotted line of a contract.
“Guess what?” he whispers against the sensitive spot on the back of my shoulder that sends shivers of delight to my lady parts.
“Yes?” I sigh.Mmm… that felt so good.
Achilles chuckles. He knows exactly what he just did to me. “On Wednesday, we’ll be officially married.”
The shock of what he revealed makes me gasp and flip over to face him. “Has it been four weeks already?”
“It has,” he says, gazing at my face as if the sight fills his heart with joy. Achilles looks at me this way a lot.
“Time sure has flown by,” I say softly, taking in every inch of his face too.
He trails his fingertip from one side of my nose to the other. “I’m going to run off with your freckles and make them my mistress.”
I touch his dimpled chin and the dimple on his right cheek. “I’m going to elope with these, and we’ll engage forever in a ménage à trois.”
Achilles graces me with a sultry chuckle as he reaches over my hip to squeeze my ass and then guides me under him. “Don’t forget, we have dinner with my brother and PG in less than an hour,” he says, and then we both moan in unison when he moves inside me.
ACHILLES LORD
“The two of you are pretty cozy,” Herc says.
It’s after dinner. Herc and I have taken our conversation into his den while TG and PG scurried off to PG’s office so that TG can show her some of the culinary schools she’s considering applying to. I glare toward Paisley’s den. Maybe at some point, this insatiable need to have her, be inside her, and put my hands on every part of her body, especially her ass—Damn, her ass—will pass, but tonight, I still want her all the time. I don’t know, maybe this is what being in love is all about. I’ve never been in love… until now.
“Yeah,” I say with a longing sigh.
During dinner, Treasure and Paisley mostly reminisced about the past, recounting stories of how they caused trouble together. Treasure is definitely the naughty one of the two.
Damn…
When my cock is absorbed by her warmth and wetness, it feels like heaven on earth, but being satisfied with Treasure goes beyond sex. She’s smart as a whip. She’s rational about subjects such as politics, business, and psychology. Emotional intelligence—she’s replete with emotional intelligence which actually makes her a formidable foe and ally. She’ll officially become my wife on Wednesday. I don’t know how I feel about it. I don’t think I like it.
I turn my frown onto my brother because he’s working in concert with his wife. I could see the concern on Paisley’s face when the conversation took a turn from Heartly Rose Grove, Paisley’s mother, still being upset that she and Herc eloped to Treasure announcing that I convinced her to enroll in culinary school.
“You were able to persuade her,” Paisley said, looking at me with one eye askew.
