Page 67 of The Fake Dating Plan

He lifted his head from my breast, and I moaned in protest. He wasn’t done with me. His free hand, the one not holding my hands behind me, went to my underwear, and he gripped them and ripped them off. I jumped in shock.

“I mean business.” He said. My pussy got even wetter. He took my bottom lip in his mouth and licked it, then bit it, then another lick, then he let it go. It made me want to draw him back to me and devour him whole.

“Do it again.”

He gently pinched my nipple, causing another electric shock through me. “Who’s in control?” he whispered against my lips.

“You’re.”

“Exactly.”

He rubbed his cock against my pussy, making me feel heady with lust. My eyes closed as I let the feel—

“Look at me.”

I did. I held his stare as his hand slid down to my pussy and he rubbed my clit, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Just when I was about to come, he stopped. Leaving me on the edge. He lets go of me and quickly removes his pants.

“Take out the condom.” He nodded at the bag of pastries forgotten on the counter. I reached over and sure enough, there was a shiny pack in it. I took it out and when I turned to give it to him, his cock was out and throbbing. He swiped off the pre-cum with his thumb and motioned it to my lips. I sucked his thumb, licking his essence clean. A sharp sound, like the intake of breath, came from him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said.

He snatched the condom from my hand and quickly put it on. The next second, he gripped my waist and thrust in. I groaned, welcoming him inside me, my inner walls clutching his hot length. He held me tight as he thrust in and out, relentlessly. I looked down. The way his cock went in and out was entrancing. Seeing it pull out almost to the tip, then thrusting in fully. Again and again. One hand took hold of my hair and he tilted my head up to his face. He gave me another brutal kiss that gave away his slipping control. I was getting as lost as he was. It was as if a storm engulfed us and took us both. It made everything that much potent. Each point our bodies touched ignited the storm twice-fold until nothing but lust and passion were all we could feel.

His mouth trailed down to my neck, and he clasped to his chest as the pace of his thrusts increased. He was close, and so was I. Together, we reached that pinnacle and came at the same time. My scream and his groans filling the apartment.

As I came down from that wave, one thought lingered in my head. I didn’t have to say it. He said it first. “We belong together.”

14

Work was a daze the next time I went to the office. It was the first time I felt like not doing anything. I wanted to spend time with Ax. We had spent the rest of the holidays absconded in my apartment, making love all day and all night. My cheeks heated at the thought of us having sex on every flat surface possible. I knew Ax could be enthusiastic, but my god was he insatiable. And it wasn’t just sex we had. We agreed not to revisit the past, but that didn’t mean we didn’t have other topics to dwell on. Such as our work. Ax loved talking about his company and I enjoyed listening to his enthusiasm-filled stories, about how he and Caiden had to rebuild an almost failing company and turn it into one of the most recognized brands in the world. And about how they wanted to become the biggest company in the industry.

He, too, seemed just as enthusiastic to learn about my business and all the jewelry design ideas I had. It was the first time I let go of my passion with someone without feeling like I was boring them.

“Great holiday, I see.” Blake came into my office, jolting me out of my musings. He was one of the new hires we had made recently and he came in as the art director. He made up for his short stature with his out-sized personality.

“What do you mean? It was the same as always. Me. Alone in my apartment.”

He shook his head, smirking. “Please. You have that stupid look on your face most people have.” He was also casual with everyone, including me, which made him easy to like. “Come on, spit it out. Who’s the guy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

He gave a mock sigh and slumped down into the chair. “If you say so. All I know is, every time I have mind-splitting sex with a guy, I always look like that.”

“Trust me, there’s no guy.”

He didn’t believe my lie. “If you say so,” he said as he set down the sketch book he had in his hands on the table. “You wanted me to show you the concept ideas I had for our upcoming campaign with Gia.”

Shit. I had forgotten all about her being picked as the company’s new brand ambassador. As if things weren’t already awkward, bringing her in would make it even worse. Add to that, Gia had seen me all over her ex. Ah fuck. “Have you spoken to her?”

“Who? Gia?” Blake sat down. “Yes. She seems enthusiastic about getting started.”

“She is?” I would have expected her to ditch the contract. She had already signed, but I was willing to let her go if she didn’t want to work with us.

“How could she not? This campaign would solidify her as a genuine model and not just another Social Media influencer.”

“Can I see the sketches? What did you decide on?”

He opened the book and turned it sideways so we could both see. “Since it will be launched in Spring, I thought to make it a little outdoorsy, but still city-grunge.” He flipped through sketches and photographs he had pasted into the book. Most of them had a city park feel. I immediately got what he was going for. The juxtaposition of an edgy grunge girl within the city and the park. I liked it. Like most people working here, Blake was young, and this was his first job out of college, but he was quickly proving to be a hidden gem. I made a mental note to thank Dylan for hiring him.

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