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Fuck, if I heard it, you wouldn’t be able to stop me. I’d be like a beast wanting to ravage. I’d offer my hand, my mouth, anything. That thought alone has my balls tightening up to my body. I grunt louder as I stroke myself. Her teeth sink into her full bottom lip as her eyes hold mine. Her eyes are heavy with lust and desire. I get lost in the forest color until I can’t hold back anymore.

Her eyes drop to my hand again, and I want to beg her to hold my gaze while I come. But I also know if I were in her position, I would find it difficult. And it’s as if she can mind read, because as soon as her gaze hits mine, I come with her name on my lips. My hot slick cum spills all over my stomach as I groan, not even sounding like myself. I swear I hear her moan, and if I didn’t just come as hard as I did, I may have been able to back it up for another round.

But she takes the choice away from me. Pushing off the door, she smirks, but I don’t miss the twinkle in her eye or the way her cheeks are flushed a cute shade of pink.

“T.” Her name leaves my lips in a silent plea.

But she shakes her head and walks away.

Chapter 17

Tahlia

The next morning, I make my way down to the kitchen ready to tease Alex about last night, about how he called out my name as he came. But a disappointing sigh leaves me when my feet hit the bottom wooden step, and I realize Alex isn’t here. He must be at work already. Approaching the kitchen counter, I see a note propped up.

Picking it up, I read.

To my darling fiancée.

I stupidly smile at his words.

He’s being cute and funny in the only way Alex knows. But I’m enjoying the snippets of the genuine Alex seeping through. The playboy one only creeps back in here and there.

I open the note.

T,

I’m taking you out for dinner tonight. Be ready by 5.

Alex

I set the note down and carry on with my morning, only now I’m excited at what tonight brings. At least I have Emerald Designs to keep me busy today. Otherwise, I’m sure I’d be watching the clock until it was time to come home and get ready.

We need to hang out like a couple, because we need to play the part. We need to test the waters to see how we are out in public doing couple-y things.

The rest of the day flies, and I’m home at four. I jog up the stairs and begin date night prepping.

I lay out a knee-length, tight black dress with a slit on one side, showing off one of my legs. This dress is sexy, and with the matching black stilettos, I know I’m going to make it a challenge to keep his mind off the tension between us.

I head into the bathroom, and I go to pull out my makeup and cleansers, but when I open the cabinet under the sink, I suck in a sharp breath. My perfume stares back at me. You know the signature perfume you’re known for? Yeah, well, a brand new one is staring back at me, along with a range of shampoos, conditioners, body washes, and luxurious body creams. Even some more pink bath bombs. After the last bath I had, when he brought me wine, I’m definitely making use of that again.

But the perfume still mocks me…Did he buy this?

He must have noticed the other bottle running low. I was going to buy more. I just haven’t had time to run to the shops.

I’m reading way too far into this, and I don’t have time. It’s a kind gesture, so I leave it at that.

After a shower full of shaving, scrubbing, and conditioning, I’m primed for a date.

I spray myself with the perfume, before running my hands through my freshly curled hair, detangling them to give it more of a wavy look. And then I keep my makeup simple. I suck in a deep breath, knowing it’s almost time. I’m about to see him. See what he’s wearing. He’ll be looking handsome, that I know for sure. I can’t seem to keep the swarm of butterflies away at the thought of what Alex will think of me. I hope he likes what he sees.

With no more time to think, I pull my door open. Let’s do this.

I take the stairs slowly, so I don’t trip. When I near the bottom, I see the back of his head. He’s leaned back on the sofa, but as I hit the floor, my heels click and grab his attention. His head turns, and those blue eyes drink me in. I internally shudder at how sexual he is. He’s definitely playing his role really well, and I need to remember that this is all just temporary.

But when he looks at me like he’s starving, I’m worried if I have the restraint in me to hold back.

He stands eagerly and rounds the cream sofa, fastening his cuff while whistling at me.

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