Page 36 of The Fiancé Hoax

Then she leaned in again.

Without a word, she moved into my arms, crawling into my lap and straddling me. I rose to my feet and lifted her by the waist.

She wrapped her legs and arms around me, and I carried her upstairs to my bedroom.

I couldn’t care less about reason right now, or rules.

I only knew I had to relieve this raging hunger for her before it drove me crazy.

10

FELICITY

We were really doing this.

As Cooper carried me upstairs, I thought I was dreaming for a second.

But this was real. This was happening.

He brought me inside his bedroom and closed the door behind him. I was breathless and crazy with desire for him.

He carried me to the bed and laid me down. I sat up and kneeled before his massive frame. He lifted my shirt over my head, moving his hands over the cups of my lacy pink bra.

I reached for his shirt, and he helped me pull it over his head. I lifted my arms, moving my hands over his enormous, chiseled torso. He looked so much better with his shirt off. A patch of dark hair grew across his chest, and a treasure trail led below the waistband of his pants.

Cooper unfastened my bra and removed it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts bounced free, and he moved his strong hands over them, kneading and massaging. The nipple stimulation made me wetter than I already was.

“Lie back,” he commanded. I did as I was told and watched as he unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off my legs. He tossed them and my socks to the floor.

Grabbing my hips, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I was wearing matching pink lacy panties. Cooper slid his hands from my lower legs up to my thighs. He parted them and positioned himself between my legs.

I watched as he planted a line of kisses down each thigh, then blew warm air through the fabric of my panties. I shivered in anticipation. Slowly, he dragged his fingers over the crotch of my underwear. Bringing my legs together, he pulled at the waistband. Teasingly, he inched the fabric down my legs and dropped it to the floor.

He opened my legs again, placing one on each of his shoulders. He looked at the flesh between my legs for a moment, then up at my face.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured.

He moved his hands slowly over my belly and hips as he kissed the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, moving gradually to the center.

Trailing a finger down my seam, he grinned at me. “You're so wet, Felicity.”

I moaned in response. “That's what you do to me.”

Finally, he kissed my clit. And that was all it took to become addicted to his mouth.

He began to lick my inner folds, first long, slow movements with his tongue and then rapid, shorter ones. I threw my head back and clenched the sheets in my fists.

He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through my body. “You like that, don't you?”

“Mm-hmm.” My core muscles tightened as the pleasure built in my body. “Please don't stop.”

He sucked my clit as he inserted his middle finger inside my opening. He curled it upward, somehow knowing exactly the right spot to touch.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Yes, right there.”

I braced myself as everything inside me contracted and released. My body writhed on the bed, bucking against his mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped.

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