Page 95 of Real Fake Husband

“Cal. Callum.”

Everything becomes a blur of writhing flesh and moaning. It’s fucking amazing every single time we’re together. Nothing compares to this. No matter how much I drive myself into her, it’s never enough.

I want more. I want all of her. I need all of her.

“Babe, Josie,” I grumble, fucking her name with my growl. “I need you to come.”

When her body is trembling, I brush my thumb over her clit, thrusting into her while my mouth captures hers. She comes a few seconds later, shuddering while she’s calling my name. I leave kisses all over her face and don’t last much longer. Losing myself in her body, I grip her hair tighter, exploding inside her, shooting jets—and jets—and jets—of come inside her, filling her.

My mind is blissfully blank, all worries and troubles aside, now that I’m with Josie again.

“That wassohot. I loved it.”

“Jesus, woman,” I gasp a few moments later, still breathless. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Giggling, she attempts a hug, but remembers that her hands are still dirty, so I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom, where we clean up and she washes the charcoal off her hands and everywhere else it left a mark.

Once we’re nice and clean, I carry her to the bed to stretch out next to her. My body is humming, and I’ve never been more content in my life. Josie drapes herself across my chest. “If you’re going to model for me, we should limit sexy times because otherwise I’m never going to finish any of my work.”

“Or it can be the little treat that inspires you to finish.”

“Well, you do inspire me tofinish.”

I playfully gasp. “Oh, my God, did Josie just make a dirty joke?”

“Maybe she’s not the goody-goody girl you think she is.”

“That’s what I’m coming to realize.”

“Maybe she’s a naughty-naughty girl.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.”

She rolls off me and sits up.

But before she can go anywhere, I wrap my arms around her waist and yank her back. “Nope, you’re not leaving yet.”

“Cal, I’ve gotta keep this inspiration going.”

“I know, but you’re always on the go. Take ten minutes to relax.”

“I’m always on the go? All I’m doing is working.You’rethe one always running out the door to hang with Theo or the guys.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere tonight. Neither are you. We both have the time to relax.”

“You just want me to relax so you can grope me some more.”

“And your point is?” She laughs at my response, and I say, “I’ll make you a deal. You rest for a bit, andI’lldrawyou.”

She looks at me with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, this I have to see. Let me at least get my sketchbook.”

I sit up and gently toss her onto the pillows. “I’ll get it.”

It takes me a few seconds to collect her book from the living room where she had abandoned it earlier. When I return, she’s stretched out in the middle of the bed, on her stomach, and I take a second to admire all her naked glory.

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