Page 14 of Real Fake Husband

“Ahh…” A quiet whisper-moan escapes her lips when she comes.

I’m forced to remain where I am, motionless, feeling her slowing jerks, listening to her drift back into a calm sleep, snuggling close, mumbling under her breath before growing still.

Shit. That was hot AF.

Now she’s clinging to me in the cutest way imaginable. Her wild hair is in my face and smells of vanilla. Magnificent. Gently, I reach up to smooth it down.

Okay, no jacking off tonight.

I deny myself the thought of how her pulsing pussy would’ve felt around my cock. Lying motionless and feeling content with her body molded against mine, her arms and leg nestled around me—that’s all I do.

I wrap my arms around her. Ah, it feels good. It feels natural and comfortable to have her close. So, I leave her there, let her stay because the thought of pushing her away now is physically impossible.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in this position. Sure, I’ve had my fair share of flings, but they don’t—usually—end with us asleep and cuddling. I haven’t had time for that sort of thing in years. I’m compelled to take full advantage while I can. I tighten my arms around her.

You know, might as well.

JOSIE

TWENTY-NINE DAYS LEFT

Idon’t need an alarm to know when it’s time to get up. My body is quite familiar with my daily routine, and I always wake up a good hour before I have to get to work. I come to consciousness to the soothing feelings of warmth and safety.

Dear Lord, this bed isheavenly.

I even had a naughty dream. I think I orgasmed—the memory makes me giggle. The first thing I’m going to do when I get that money is buy a new bed. A bedjustlike this one, withthebest mattress and all. Super cozy.Memory foam. I forgot what it was like to sleep without being in a dent. Or having a spring poking me in the back.

Though something is poking me in the thigh.

Somethingbig.

It’s about now when I realize I’m definitely not lying on the mattress. It smells masculine. Musky and cedary. There’s an even rise and fall below my head, arm, and body. It’s so nice and comforting. A steady calm beat thumps against my ear.

Wait. A calm beat?

I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is the tattooed expanse of Callum’s naked chest. My leg is flung across his hips, and my arms are practically around him in a hug.

Which means what’s poking me isnota spring.

I want to scoot away quickly, but I’m also acutely aware that could wake him up. That is out of the question, mostly because I don’t want him to know I was cuddling him.

I’d better not have orgasmed!

As carefully as possible, I slide my leg off him. I unwrap my arm from around his torso.

Please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up.

“Good morning, sweet thing.”

Dammit.

Callum’s sleepy smile does little to soften how absolutelymortifiedI am that I was cuddling him. “Ready to confess your never-ending love?” he rumbles.

“I’m sorry,” I say, instantly shifting to the other side of the bed. In fact, I scooch over to my half so quickly I just about bounce off the mattress.

I’m busy sliding back the stupid strap of my nightie.No boob slip. No boob slip.

Even as I’m struggling to find my balance and ignoring the hand he’s instinctively extending to help me, I’m not busy enough to miss the bulge. The blanket is bunched up at the bottom of the bed, meaning I can see all of Callum. His boxer briefs do very little to hide his very obvious erection. Now that’s some impressive morning wood if I ever saw it. I realize what I’m looking at and immediately avert my eyes.

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