Page 115 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

I suddenly wanted them everywhere at once.

Letting out a cry of desperation, I guided his head to my breast. And he instantly understood.

Pulling back he hurriedly tugged my dress until I was bare.

“Still as beautiful as ever.” His eyes darkened as his hand continued to massage one breast. Once he had his view of me, he brought his mouth to my nipples.

I let out a cry of pleasure as he sucked and kneaded, alternating between each one.

I continued pumping his length, squeezing his balls lightly when he pulled back.

“I have to take you now. It’s been so long,” he breathed harshly.

In an instant, his pants and briefs were off, and his thick length sprung out.

My core dripped even more at the sight.

With eyes locked on each other, he positioned between my thighs. Slowly he stroked his length against my entrance. Then he slid in.

“Fuck,” we both moaned at the same time.

“You feel so fucking good and warm,” he brought his lips down to capture mine, and I moaned as he began thrusting.

Our bodies entangled in a passionate embrace as he angled deeper and found new spots. Fuck it felt good.

Our hard breathing, his face, and the heavenly sound of our skin against each other, it all felt divine.

And as I found myself reaching my climax, I couldn’t help the satisfied smile that tugged my lips.

This was my new beginning. This picture-perfect moment—him in me, taking me to cloud nine—was our new beginning.

Epilogue

Renee

Two months later…

“Smile,” Sierra ordered.

I did. And she dragged the brush across my cheekbone. Then pulled back to stare at me.

“All done,” she smiled.

I gasped when I turned to the mirror. “Thank you, Sierra.”

“Now go put on that dress. And get to your dinner.”

The dinner was at 6 p.m. and we’d already spent two hours on makeup. Because, for some reason, Sierra wanted it to be extremely perfect.

Chuckling lightly, I walked into our walk-in closet, shaking my head when I passed by some of his clothing on the floor.

After countless warnings and several promises that he’d repent from leaving our closet messy, here we were again.

And I knew later tonight when I told him about it, he’d sneak little kisses up my face… and other places.

I smiled. That’s all my life had been filled with since I returned to New York.

Kisses. Happiness. And more kisses.

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