Page 30 of His Perfect Woman

“No, no.” I suppressed an urgent moan. “I’m just about done here.”

My legs shook as she took me all the way into the back of her throat over and over again.

“Alright then.” The guard gave up and hesitantly kept walking.

The moment he was out of sight again, Victoria shot up in front of me. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

“What the hell has gotten into you?” I laughed. But she was already pulling her tights down to her thighs. “Good god...okay. Yes, ma’am.”

She flipped around and drew my cock to her behind, teasing it along her skin. Guiding it to her wet and open slit, she pushed back and let me slide inside painfully slow. I pulled back and pushed in again, this time as deep as I could. She began rocking into me, matching my rhythm. The faster we went, the louder her whimpers got. I ran my hand up the length of her body from behind, stopping around her neck for a moment before flattening my palm against her mouth.

I felt her clench around me and knew she was getting close. I was getting there right along with her. After a steady stream of thrusts, getting faster and faster, I convulsed through my orgasm and felt her throbbing through her own. It was impossibly good, but over too fast.

“I’m going to need more of that when we get home,” I groaned as we adjusted our clothes back to those of two people who had not just been fucking in the middle of a park.

“Which home? Yours or mine?”

“You could take me to a garbage dump at this point and I don’t think I’d care,” I quipped, jerking her body back up against mine. “I just need somewhere private to lay you down.”

“Your place,” she decided. “Let’s go.”

And just like that...we got lost in an all-night sexathon that left zero room for me to confess everything I’d intended to that night. If anything had to derail my plans...that scenario definitely wasn’t one I was going to complain about.

17

Victoria

I had every intention of telling Lucas I was pregnant, but everything felt so weird. He seemed to have something on his mind, and then somehow...we ended up having sex all night long instead of talking about anything beyond our plans to move in together. I figured, why not get in as much of it while we could before I broke the news and we were expected to stop?

The only problem was...not telling him that night meant that the other parts of our arrangement were still forging ahead at full throttle. Which included wedding planning with Camille and Jada. I was nervous about spending time with them outside of the office. I had never been close to any of Lucas’s siblings in high school or after we graduated.

But as we were now one of the featured couples for Heartstring’s publicity campaign, a few magazines had requested to follow us around while we sampled cakes and food and looked at floral arrangements. It looked good to the press to have his sisters along and to remind everyone that no matter how big their online dating app became, at the heart of the company, they were still just a family-run business.

They watched as I tried on a few dresses, which I had to smile my way through even though I knew my measurements would be majorly affected when my baby bump started coming in. But I hadn’t even divulged my pregnancy to Lucas yet. I couldn’t start blabbing about it to the readers of Vogue and Elle just yet.

After the bridal shop, florist, and bakery, my feet were throbbing and the magazine crews went their separate ways. Camille and Jada coaxed me into brunch before we called it quits. I was starving and more than happy to indulge them. Jada dragged us into a trendy cafe and the hostess quickly escorted us to a table on the patio.

“We can’t have brunch without mimosas,” Camille decided when the waitress arrived at our table. “We’ll have three, please, and keep them coming.”

“Um, actually, just water for me,” I insisted quickly, trying not to be too obvious.

But they picked up on it instantly. How could they not? A blushing bride-to-be drinks mimosas with her two future sister-in-laws. It was like a law of the universe or something.

“I’m sorry. Do you not drink or something?” Camille asked, studying me carefully. Too carefully. Like I was the missing link.

I was panicking inside, my heart pounding. How could I not have predicted this scenario and come up with some sort of plan?

“All the wedding stuff,” I lied with a shrug. “I’ve got jitters, I guess. My stomach is all in knots.”

“Alcohol will help with that,” Jada quipped.

“No, thank you.”

“Come on, Victoria. I feel like we need to get to know each other better if you and Lucas are going to keep moving forward with this thing. And apparently you are. Jada is right. Alcohol will calm your nerves and it’s the perfect lubricant for sisterly bonding.”

“I really can’t…”

But the waitress brought three mimosas anyway, despite my request. And now it was such a big deal that Camille and Jada wouldn’t stop staring at the full glass in front of me, just waiting for me to take a sip. The deeper their skeptical eyes burned into me, the more I felt like I was going to burst at the seams.

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