Page 73 of Real Fake Husband

My mouth goes dry, my mind goes blank, and an ache unlike anything I’ve ever felt settles between my legs. I thought I was turned on before. But this… This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

You should back away, says the goody-goody on my shoulder.

No, you should join him, says the naughty seductress on the other.

No, back away! No, join him!The two halves of my brain are arguing, and they need to shut the fuck up. I can’t think straight.

I’m too stunned and can’t look away, so I don’t do either. But what happens next sends me into a mental tailspin.

“Oh, yeah, Josie,” he groans as he’s stroking his thick cock, the veins in his neck tightening.

At first, I think he knows I’m here.

Fear has me standing still as a freaking statue.

It’s only when I tear my gaze from his dick and look at his face that I find his eyes are still closed. He hasn’t noticed me yet. Which means—holy shit—he’s thinking about me.

He’s touching himself and thinking about me.

“Fuck,Josie,” he moans loudly, throwing his head back, and I watch as he comes, jets and jets of come erupting over his hand and stomach, his cock pulsating. He’s still panting my name throughout his climax.

So. Fucking. Hot.

My brain finally catches up.

I back away, pulling the door closed behind me.

Quieter than I’ve ever been in my life, I quickly move down the hall, turning the corner and leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

I can’t believe I just saw that. What do I do? Do I tell him, “Honey, I’mho-ome.” Do I pretend like I didn’t see anything? You know, all cool. “Cal? You in?”

I don’t think I could if I tried.

I need to go.

I need to be somewhere other than here.

As quick as I dare, I silently rush back to the living room, grab my bag, and leave, closing the front doorsilentlybehind me.

Out in the hall, my mind is spinning. I mean, I knew Cal wanted me last night. I guess I assumed once the impulsiveness was gone, things would go back to normal. Our talk this morning smashed that to pieces, and what I just witnessed only cemented things.

I take a deep breath, the spark of an idea taking hold.

I need to go for it. I said I was going to go for it. Hell, Iwantto go for it. But I don’t want it to be a spur-of-the-moment thing. Also, it would be too awkward. It might ruin the moment if I just burst in there with him naked and all his come still hot and splattered on his stomach. I want to do things right. I want to blow his mind.

I need something sexy. And condoms.

Determined, I exit the building and hop on the subway.

There’s a lingerie shop not far from here.

“Can I help you find something?” the saleswoman asks, approaching me with a graceful purple lipstick and a smile.

“Yes, yes, you can. I need something that’s going to make his eyes pop out of their sockets.”

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