Page 40 of Accidentally on Purpose

It shouldn’t feel forbidden—fucking the man who was supposed to be my boyfriend. Sneaking moments with him when we were out of the house or when Cheryl took Mom to physical therapy. Trying to hide all the very real things that were happening behind the scenes of our very fake relationship.

“You gotta come again for me before we run out of time.”

I held onto his voice. The tenor. The texture. The way it wrapped around me in a hold I never wanted to let go.

I whimpered, chasing the peak of another release as he drove into me from behind. With each day that passed, the way we fucked grew more raw. More feral.It grew risky.Like today. Mom left for therapy, and we were supposed to go to the store, but as soon as they pulled out of the drive, our hands were on each other. Mouths locked in a kiss that not even a scalpel could sever.

We grew wilder for each other the closer it got to the day I was scheduled to leave. A day we both were eager to ignore.

“Decker…” I panted, my orgasm started to sink its teeth into me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet. I’m going to come.” He thrust deep, filling my body to the brink with his thick cock, and then snaked one hand around my front to find my clit.

“Yes!” I came apart at the first squeeze of his fingers on my swollen flesh, my hips jerking with the force of my orgasm.

His rough shout followed me over the edge as he held himself buried, his cock pulsing heavily as he filled me.

In one instant, the room had gone from filled with sounds of slapping skin and banging headboards to quiet except for the sounds of our breaths.

“Fuck, Reese,” he muttered in a low rumble, his thumbs tracing slow circles on the swell of my ass.

I swallowed down my agreement, a shiver running down my body instead.

Slowly, I felt him slide out of me, and I bit my lip to hold back my small sound of sadness—of emptiness. Because that was what it was. Emptiness when he was gone. Not just from my body but from me.

I let out a soft sigh as I felt him clean me, his tenderness just as breathtaking as his roughness.

I’d given up on trying to hold back the dangerous thoughts. The ones that teased how easy it was to change reality—to change what we were—to let it be more. I let the thoughts do their worst, and then after they were weak with effort, pushed them away.

I was leaving in just under a week. Back to New York. Without Decker. And the only choice I allowed myself was just how much of him I wanted to enjoy until then.

He gave my hip a little tap. “Your mom’s back, baby.”

Gasping, I shot up from where I was bent over on the bed. God, if Mom walked in and saw me like that…I bit back a groan. She’d be uncomfortably thrilled. And somehow, knowing that was worse than believing she’d be horrified.

“Don’t rush.” Decker grabbed my shoulders as I fought to get my shirt on. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll keep her entertained,” he said with a wink and then let himself out of the room.

My throat tightened, staring at the door for a second after he was gone. If this was how he treated a fake girlfriend, imagine how he would treat—no.I shoved my legs into my jeans. It was too risky. No matter how right it felt now.

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“How was therapy?” I asked, a little breathless when I joined everyone in the living room a few minutes later.

“Marco is a sadist,” Mom declared with a shake of her head. “I gave him a piece of my mind earlier today—”

“Mom—”

“And I said it’s a good thing he’s got a nice smile, or I never would’ve come back after that first day,” she finished, and Decker fought to control his laugh as he brought her a glass of water from the kitchen. “How’s your head?”

My head?

Decker glanced at me. “I told her you had a headache and wanted to lie down for a little bit before going to the store.”

“Right, yeah.” My chin bobbed, but my mind immediately went back to yesterday.

Yesterday, I did have a headache, and Decker noticed—he also noticed how I didn’t want to say anything to Mom, so he’d suggested another drive, claiming he wanted to see Mormon Row. There was nothing Mom agreed to more readily than me showing him the local sights.

Decker pulled into the parking lot next to the line of old homes and barns from the early nineteen-hundreds and then told me to get in the back seat. At that point, I wasn’t in any condition to argue. He had me lay in his lap and then began to massage my head. I didn’t even know for how long because it felt so incredible. But the better it felt, the more I moaned, and the more I moaned, the harder he turned underneath me.

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