Page 55 of The Fake Dating Plan

He kneeled. “Put this on me.” His voice was hoarse with desire. I sat up and took the condom. His gaze was on me the entire time as I took it out and rolled it on him. It was strangely erotic. As soon as I was done, he took hold of my head with both hands and kissed me again. His hands went to my waist. “Hold on to me,” his husky voice said. I put both of my hands around his neck. He lifted me up and slowly thrust me down onto his cock. I drew in my breath as I felt him inside me. He felt so full and a little uncomfortable. I wiggled a little, and he paused.

“What?”

“How long?”

“Long enough.” I couldn’t tell him there were few men after him. Sporadic one night stands that left me empty. One: he wouldn’t believe me. Two: I was too embarrassed.

“I’ll be gentle.”

I nodded. He kissed me again and slowly lifted me up, then thrust me down. Until his cock was fully out, then down again, letting me feel all of him inside me. The pace drove me crazy. Faster. I thought. I must have said it out loud because he increased his pace a little. Enough to increase the pleasure. He thrust me up and down like that until I got into the rhythm and began fucking him. He let go of my waist, grabbed my breast. He lapped onto a nipple, making me feel delirious. He replaced his tongue with his hand and twisted it gently. A thread of electricity ran from my nipple to my pussy, drenching his already wet cock.

His mouth went to mine, and he held my waist as he increased the pace until all I could feel were the sensations of his cock inside me, driving me wild, my nipples grazing his chest, his tongue inside me, and him, all of him. It was as if I was a part of him and he was a part of me. And before long, that wave of ecstasy was coming again. I rode him hard and came like a volcano.

Sex with Ax was fucking amazing.

The first thing I felt the next morning was the warm light on my cheek and Emilia’s lily scent filling my nostrils. I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to stay in bed all day. Possibly forever. I lazily reached for her, as I used to do whenever I woke up to her scent, expecting to pull her body to mine. I grasped nothing but sheets. My eyes flew open. I was alone.Where the fuck is she?I tried to ignore the niggling sense of panic as I got up from bed. I ignored the aching muscles and rushed downstairs. Had she left? Did she just fuck me and leave like I was some whore? I was more than that goddamn it. Last night should have proved that to both of us. Whatever was still there between us, it was not over. She was more than happy to lie to herself, but I was done doing that. At least for the holiday.

She wasn’t in the living room when I reached it. Nor the kitchen. When I went to the foyer, she was getting her coat and in the middle of putting it on.

“Leaving already?”

“You’re naked.”

I shrugged. I hadn’t noticed, but who cares when she was leaving. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Why?”

She smirked as she tied her coat. “Because I live there.”

“You don’t need to go. Yet.”

“Why not. I thought we were over.”

“We are far from over. You can’t just fuck me and—”

“And what? Leave?”

“Don’t you think it’s obvious that there’s something between us?”

“And we’ve resolved it. Like you said.” She glanced sideways.

She didn’t believe that. She was lying. Nine years later and I still knew her tells. I looked directly into her eyes and again she glanced away.

“Liar.”

This time, she didn’t have the nerve to lie to me so openly. She let go of trying to tie her coat and said, “Fine. You’re right.”

“I knew you’d see the light.”

“But that doesn’t mean I have to succumb to it.”

Okay, that I didn’t see coming.

“Last night was good.”

More than good. It was epic. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Nothing compared to what we had last night. Maybe except for our time together. “Just good?”

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