Page 17 of The Pucking Fake Boyfriend

Finally, I think, an intense smugness running through me. All I want to know is that I can rattle her as much as she does me.

But then, Britney turns away from me and toward themansion. “Did you hear someone?” she mutters, her voice snapping back to the low tone I am used to.

I don’t even care enough to ask her about the sudden change in her voice. Not now, anyway. Not when I have a rare opportunity to be alone with her.

When I step up behind her, we’re mere inches away from each other. My hand cradles her neck, her scent ticking my nostrils.

“There’s no one around, Brit,” I mutter, bending so my head is angled directly above her ears. “And you don’t need to pretend to hear someone so you don’t have to admit you’re attracted to me. All I ask is that you manage to keep it in your pants for the next two months.”

A slight shiver runs through her body, and even that tiny motion is enough to make me burn for her. I shut my eyes, trying hard not to act on the urge to close the gap between us.

“Again,” Britney whispers, tilting her head sideways, “will not be a problem.”

Then she takes a step backward, pushing herself into me. Her back is flush against my chest, and her ass is directly pressed against my groin.

I’m a goner for this girl.

I don’t allow myself to remember who she is or what we shouldn’t be doing. My arm is moving forward, my fingers encircling her hips.

“See?” she mutters, a hint of victory in her voice. “Keeping it in my pants will not be a problem for me. I don’t know about you.”

And with a move that threatens to blow my whole world apart, she slightly rubs her ass against my groin, a motion that says,I’ve not eventouched you, but I can already feel your raging hard on.

For once, I don’t care that she’s winning. Not when I get to claim her.

Wordlessly, I cup both sides of her ass. I push myself into her, letting my straining erection grind against her.

“Maybe you’re right,” I mutter.

A slightly bigger tremor runs through her.

One that lets me know that Britney is as turned on as I am.

She’s good at concealing it, though.

This woman is definitelynota virgin. She knows how to make a man drool over her.

And I, even with all of my experience, am powerless against her.

“I am right,” Britney replies, somehow still managing to keep track of our conversation. But I can hear the desire in her voice.

She wants me. Enough even to not stop me from touching her. Enough to keep rubbing against my hard-on.

I want to fucking rip off that dress and move inside her. Just imagining how wet and slick she must be right now makes me go mad. But then, I like this too, how we’re barely holding back from exploding.

“You sure about that?” I whisper hoarsely, burying my face in the curve between her neck and her shoulder. I wouldn’t be able to ever look at Blake if I let myself kiss her. But I can do this.

Her body shivers again as her tight ass continues to grind up against me. “Yeah,” she says, the word coming out with a barely repressed moan.

We’re dry humping, and I want more. All of her.

“Even if I touch you like . . . this?” My fingers climb higher until they’re cupping her tits. They’re so big, they spill out of my hands.I fondle them as much as her dress allows, realizing just then how much I burned to do it.

There’s no holding back anymore. Britney lets out a loud moan as she collapses against me.

A growl of satisfaction escapes me. She’s caved.

And I’ve never wanted a woman more.

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