Page 52 of Real Fake Husband

“Pucker up, wifey,” I tell her.

It’s the only warning she gets.

Before she can move, I slide my arm around her waist and tug her forward in a dominant pull. Her body collides with mine. The bra drops from her hand instantly. My arm reaches around her back, drawing her closer, feeling her tits under that white robe pressing deliciously against my chest. I slide the other hand into her wet hair and pull her into a kiss.

Her breathing stutters.

If I thought her body felt good against mine before, this is a whole new level of heat. I meet warm, soft lips. The most tender I’ve ever felt. Her mouth is pliable against mine, even when her body is stiff as a board. Seriously, what’s up with that? She’s not moving, and her body is filled with tension—but she’s not pushing me away.

“Josie, you can do better than that,” I murmur softly against her lips, cradling her head, my mouth back on hers, and I deepen the kiss. My tongue darts into her mouth and swipes along hers.

She doesn’t move her tongue. At all.

It’s like she’s going out of her way to not enjoy this.

I whisper-growl deeply, “Come on, Josie,” my voice hoarse and barely there. My top teeth roll her bottom lip teasingly while my hands cradle her face. My thumbs lightly trace over her cheekbones.

I can feel her trembling beneath my touch.

“Kiss me back, baby,” I breathe, my lips teasing hers.

It’s then that she moves. Her hands slide up my arms to grasp my biceps, and she leans into the kiss, fully parting her lips for me.

Yes.That’s more like it. “That’s my good girl,” I rumble, my voice nearly a growl.

Suddenly, she loops one arm around my neck and plunges her tongue into my mouth. The switch takes me by surprise in the best way. I almost stumble back.

Ahh, this feels nice. Holy fucking shit.

My body is on fire, and my dick presses against my jeans like the persistent bastard he is.

After ten minutes of shameless kissing—ten minutes that are over way too fast—and a lifetime of me doing my fucking very best to not open her robe and unleash hell on her naked body, she draws away with a gasp, her big brown eyes dark like chocolate.

Her hands come up to rest against my chest.

I take them in mine, holding her close to keep her from running away.

A clever retort is on my tongue, all ready to go—or is it a fucking plea to keep on going?—but before I can say anything, her tender lips find mine and she kisses me again, and every thought I ever had goes out the window.

Except the one that begs me to untie her damn robe.

I want to rip it right off, push my hands underneath the fabric and grab the supple flesh I’ve only had glimpses of.

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JOSIE

Okay, so agreeing to the kiss deal wasn’t the best idea.

And neither was forgetting my bra.

And kissing him back.

But damn, is he a good kisser.

Part of me isn’t surprised. Someone with that many quick comebacks and smartass answers has to be good with his mouth. I’m justnotexpecting one kiss with him to buckle my knees and send a shot of arousal straight between my legs. God, I try so hard not to like it. I really do. I remain still and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for it to be over. I thought it was going to be over quickly, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps going, keeps trying to coax a response out of me.

And it’s not long before I give in.

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