Page 22 of The Wedding Hoax

I struggled to catch my breath as the final waves of pleasure rolled through me. I didn’t even notice that Harry was taking off the rest of his clothes as he stood at the edge of the bed. When I finally looked at him, he was standing in only his boxers, his fingers tugging at the waistband.

My eyes went wide when I saw the size of his cock, the length of it soon bobbing free from the fabric.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded. “I want to see all of you.”

I nodded in agreement and pulled my dress over my head. I tried to be as graceful as possible while also moving incredibly fast. I was beyond ready for Harry to be inside of me, which was probably why I threw my dress and bra toward the other side of the room as soon as I was free of them.

When I was fully naked, I got back into position with my legs spread wide in front of him.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Harry groaned as he settled between my thighs. His cock felt heavy against my clit. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

I started to answer, but my words failed me as Harry pushed his cock into me. I moaned for him as he slid inside of me, not stopping until every inch had disappeared inside my pussy.

He then pulled my legs up on either side of his waist, keeping me in place as he began to thrust against me. His hips moved at a steady rhythm as he slid his shaft in and out of me, my body melting underneath his frame.

“Harry! Harry!” I called out his name as he fucked me, as another orgasm built inside of me. Almost like he knew what was on my mind, Harry shifted our position, moving my legs from his waist to his shoulders. As soon as he moved against me, this time much deeper than before, I felt myself coming for him.

“That’s right, baby. Come on my cock. Just like that,” Harry said as he moved even faster inside of me. “Fuck. I’m coming, too.”

Harry kept fucking me, fast and deep, as we came together. It felt like lightning and thunder were flooding my veins, like every inch of my body was electric. I was lost in a world of bliss, stars blooming behind my eyes, even as his hips went completely still against my own.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers gripping my thighs as he came to a stop. “That was fucking… everything.”

I tried to come up with something to say in response, but I was still lost among the stars.

9

HARRY

“Are you a breakfast person? Or more of a brunch person?” Simone asked as she held a room service menu up to her face.

She was wearing an oversized T-shirt with her hair tied back with a blue hair tie, so casual and so relaxed. There was nothing about her that hinted at what happened between us last night, almost like it hadn’t happened at all.

“I’m guessing there are different menus for each option?” I tried to match her casualness, even though everything inside of me wanted to pull off her shirt and run my mouth across her breasts—

Nope.

I couldn’t let myself keep going there. It was bad enough we’d slept together even once.

Throwing more gasoline on an open flame was only going to end in disaster.

“Yep. And the brunch option is way more boozy,” she joked as she leaned toward me to show me the menu in bed. She smelled so incredible that my whole body tensed up, unsure of how to react. “I think they put alcohol in everything. Even the eggs.”

“Are we just going to pretend like last night didn’t happen?” I blurted out as I looked over at her. “Is that the game plan here?”

“Weren’t you the one who said there shouldn’t be any consequences?”

“Sure, no consequences, but shouldn’t we at least have a conversation?”

“About what?” Simone quirked an eyebrow. “About how nothing we did last night matters? It’s not like it can happen again, Harry. And it won’t.”

“You sound pretty sure about that.”

“That’s because I am pretty sure.” She smirked. “We were just getting something out of our system. That’s all.”

“Okay. Got it. Sounds good.” I faked a smile back at her, still unsure of the situation. “And what about protection?”

“Protection?”

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