Page 60 of Boss's Fake Wife

“You’re wet,” he announced, his voice stunned. “Jesus, honey, have you been wet this whole time?”

Lust made me honest, and I nodded.

His eyes darkened as he held his cock in one hand and pushed it inside me. I bit my lip.

“Ride me,” he ordered, although he didn’t have to. I was completely out of my mind, gasping and crying as I bounced on his cock, enjoying the too-full sensation, riding him with abandon.

“I think I have feelings for you.”

At first, I thought I was hearing things. I thought the passion had brought on temporary insanity.

But then, as we both approached the edge, he said it again. He dragged my face to his, stared into my eyes, and gasped it again.

“You make me feel things. Things I’ve never fucking felt in my life.”

Unable to control the overwhelming feelings anymore, I screamed and came hard.

22

CHRIS

I noticed her stiffening in my arms after her aftershocks had died down. I knew it had everything to do with what I said at the end.

I knew tumultuous thoughts were running through her mind, turning it chaotic. Perhaps it was the wrong thing to throw in there, right as we were in the heat of the moment.

I had no idea why it just came out of me at the time. Probably because my emotions had been running high, merging with the ecstasy of being inside her and being one with her again. However, what I’d just said to her was true. I may have deceived her about a lot of things, but I wasn’t deceiving her about this.

I was indeed having feelings for her.

I didn’t know what they were yet, but I was man enough to admit I’d never felt like this about anybody else. Ever. This was a new feeling to me, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it, but I was tired of lying to myself and pretending that this was simply a by-product of my friendship with her father or just so I could fuck her.

Because it wasn’t my obligation to her father that made me want to protect her from every ugly thing in this world and also almost kill my brother because I thought he might hurt her.

The truth was that I was possibly falling in love with Emily. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Which meant I had to change my plans. Because so far, my plans ended with me riding off into the sunset with about a million dollars from her shares and only infrequent momentary communications.

I knew leaving her to handle all those assholes could eventually lead to the company’s collapse, but I didn’t care. By that time, I would have enough money to start a whole new company if I wanted to when I sold the shares.

I’d planned everything around my maximum comfort, and the rest of the world could burn for all I cared.

But now, it was different.

Now, everything had to be planned around her.

She didn’t say anything else, but she eventually relaxed against my body, her breaths coming in and out steadily as though she was falling asleep.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, and I waited in silence. Despite her lax body, I knew she wasn’t asleep. And I knew she would likely feign sleep so as not to answer anyway.

I understood why. She would be stupid to trust me, given everything that had already happened.

“Yes.”

The word was such an unexpected, whispered intrusion into the silence that, for a minute, I thought I imagined it.

“Come again?” I said.

She turned her face up to me and smiled a little.

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