Page 34 of My Fake Lover

Finally, a small smile appeared on her lips, and I realized how much I had missed her smile. »As imperious as ever.«

I stopped in front of her and lifted her chin with my index finger. »You’re jealous,« I observed.

She snorted. »I’m not jealous. It would just come across as pretty shitty if you were involved with someone else while I’m playing your girlfriend. By the way, the best in the world, I want to point out at this moment.«

I couldn’t help but smile at her words. It was incredible how crazy she made me. I was so smitten with her that I immediately felt more relaxed in her presence. »You’re doing your job quite well, I must admit.«

She wrapped her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. As our bodies touched, desire exploded in my cock, which instantly became hard. »So you were just playing the jealous girlfriend?«

»Pretty convincing, wasn’t it?«

»In reality, you just wanted to be alone with me.«

»Why would I want to do that?« she breathed as I pushed her back into a shower stall until her back pressed against the cold tiles. Slowly, I removed her shoulder bag from her shoulders and hung it on a hook next to the stall. Then I returned to her, never taking my eyes off her.

My hands moved to her legs, feeling her soft, bare skin beneath the hem of her skirt, and wrapped around her thighs. Suddenly, I lifted her up and she clung to me. I pressed my lower body tightly against hers, and she gasped when she felt how hard I was for her.

»Because then I can’t control myself anymore, and I have to take you,« I whispered hoarsely as I placed my mouth on her neck and kissed her. She tilted her head back and held onto my shoulders. I felt her fingers curling over the fabric.

»Okay, I have to admit, last night wasn’t bad.«

I laughed and looked at her again. »Not bad is quite an understatement, isn’t it, darling?«

»Yeah, okay, it was better than not bad,« she whispered. »But are you fishing for compliments?«

»I don’t need to,« I said, kneading her ass, which I held pressed against me.

»I think you deserve a cold shower, Mr. Arrogant,« she whispered, and without warning, she turned on the water above our heads. She squealed loudly when the cold water hit her, while I drew in a deep breath and looked at her with a wolfish grin. She was incredible, always full of surprises. She returned my grin.

»Were you startled?« I asked challengingly. The water ran over my face and her chest, slowly seeping down our pressed-together bodies. Our gazes were so intense that it was difficult for me to breathe. As if she couldn’t stand it any longer either, our lips met halfway. We kissed as if we could only keep each other alive this way, while the water continued to pour over us and grew warmer. My tongue plunged deep into her mouth, massaging hers, swallowing her loud moan. Fumbling, my hands pushed her panties aside and, without warning, I dipped a finger into her pulsating pussy. She cried out and tilted her pelvis, riding my hand to get more of the sensation that I desperately wanted to feel as well.

»I want you, Max, right now,« she gasped, and I felt her inner walls rhythmically contract around my fingers. »I get hormone shots and get tested regularly. Max, I trust you.«

Breathing heavily, I focused on her face. Trust. She trusted me? I had never even trusted Ian in my life. But I knew I had never felt as safe as I did with Ivy. Was that trust?

»I get tested more often than necessary and have never slept with a woman without a condom. Never,« I replied softly, as the warm water cascaded down my back and my shirt clung tightly to my skin. Everything felt so much more intense with her.

»Then take me,« she whispered and cupped my face. »I want you. Deep and hard.« Her rough voice was now a gasp until we kissed again. With one hand, I unzipped my pants, freed my cock, and guided it to her entrance. She met me halfway, like with our kisses, and with a deep, hard thrust, I slid into her.

»God, you’re so wet, so... good,« I found the only words that formed in my overwhelmed mind. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, I increased my thrusts, pressing her against the wall while she clung to me tightly.

»Max, more!« she moaned my name, screamed, gasped, so that surely everyone outside could hear. Heaven, making love to her was the most intense experience I’d ever had. Over and over again, we kissed, over and over again, I thrust into her, over and over again, she met me with her pelvis, as if the sensation wasn’t enough. I placed a hand on her clit and rubbed it in rhythm with my movements until she dug her fingers deeper into my shoulders, and I sensed she was close. For a tiny second, she was silent and held her breath. For a tiny second, we looked into each other’s eyes and could read everything in the other. Until she came explosively with a drawn-out scream, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. For a moment, I didn’t even know my own name. I lost my control. Control that was otherwise vital for my survival. But I trusted. I trusted Ivy with my whole life in that moment.

24

Ivy

»What did you actually discuss with Ian and Lizzy?« Max asked, gently brushing my hair to one side of my shoulder. After our phenomenal lovemaking, we had stripped down completely to take a hot shower. If we were already here, we might as well make use of it. Now, his muscular, divine body stood behind me, and his large hands spread the foam over my skin. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes. His fingers found my nipples, and again a moan escaped me as he gently pulled at them. I knew we had to stop soon, as others wanted to use the washroom as well, but it was incredibly hard to go back outside and leave our very own private bubble.

»Their chef is home with a severe stomach flu,« I replied, pressing my rear against Max’s lower body. Had I once thought that Max had no feelings and was an ice block? That was only partly true. With me, he was different – passionate and intense. At least, I wanted to believe that I was granted the privilege of seeing him as he truly was, and no one else. »And since they know I’m a chef, they asked if I could fill in tonight.«

»You want to take over the dinner menu? Alone?«

»Do you think I can’t do it?« I asked with a teasing undertone. He turned me around by my shoulders to face him.

»You can do anything you want. But you’re a guest and shouldn’t have to work.«

»Technically, I’m only infiltrated, through you.« I ran my hands over his toned chest, slowly brushing the tips of my fingers over the soft, tiny curls. »Besides, I’m not alone. The team is still there; I just have to give them instructions and implement a menu that’s already set. It would be a great recommendation for me later. Who knows, maybe I’ll specialize in weddings – a food truck for events would be something new, wouldn’t it?«

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