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I speculate on that for a moment. “You know, I’m really not sure. But anyway, I just thought I’d stop by to mention that I bought a few things we might care to—um—enjoy together, if you want to.”

“I was hoping you were going to tell me that,” she says with a purr. She gets off the couch and comes to fit herself into my arms. I’m still holding onto the bag by its straps, and it makes a crinkling noise as our lips come together. Melissa glances behind her, where the sound is coming from. “Oh, that’s what you bought? What’s that on the top, there?”

“Oh, just something I thought you might wear,” I say slyly as I kiss the top of her head. “But only if you want to.”

“Baby, I want to sleep with you tonight,” she confesses. “I remember what it was like, sleeping in your arms. I couldn’t get that out of my head the whole time I was gone. I’ve been wanting to do it ever since you found me at the airport. I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t come home with you and did that stupid stunt that I would have called you or looked for you at the restaurant within just a few days. There’s no way I could have stayed away.”

I smile. “If I’d found out you were home, I was going to come look for you.”

“This sounds like there’s a whole lot more going on than casual sex with a fake fiancée,” she points out.

I nod. “Yeah? Let’s just keep all that on the back burner right now, sweetheart. Tonight, I just want to properly kiss and make up. We can worry about the status of our relationship later.”

“Don’t forget, we’re meant to take the boys to the school in the morning,” she says.

“Let’s set an alarm for seven and forget about that tonight as well,” I tell her.

She grins. “I’ll come with you and put on that nightie once we’re in there. I don’t think I should be prancing down the hall in that thing. It’d be just my luck to get halfway there and have a kid show up looking for a glass of water or a monster-under-the-bed check-up.”

God, I love this woman. Sexy yet sensible seems to be my favorite type.

Chapter sixteen

Melissa

AlleveningwhileAdamis at work, I can’t stop thinking about what is going to happen once he gets home. I can’t help thinking how much I wish it was my real fiancé who is about to pick up a surprise for me at the store, and I can’t wait to see what he comes home with.

With a little foresight, I knew it would be wise to wear the boys out a bit, so we went out into the backyard after dinner to toss a ball back and forth. I let the kids do all the running so I wouldn’t get worn out too, and it seems to have worked. They went right to sleep after just one story, and both of them called me Miss Mom when they gave me a kiss goodnight.

It was so sweet, but at the same time I feel alarmed by it. Because what if Adam doesn’t want to keep me around? Sure, he wants to fool around, but that’s not the same as marrying someone. I try hard to talk some sense to my head, but it doesn’t want to listen.

I want it too much. All of it. Adam, the kids, the ring on my finger, being Mrs. Barlow instead of Miss Mom. My heart pounds with joy at the mere thought of it becoming real.

I start to read a steamy novel to distract myself, and it works for a while, at least until I know it’s time for Adam to get home. I can hear him as he checks on the boys, so I strike a pose in case he opens my door, and of course he does.

After we kiss a little, he invites me to his room, where I put on the lingerie he got for me as he watches from the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. God, his dick is so hard I want to forget the nightie and just go hop on, but I scold myself for the thought. I’ve been behaving in a much too impulsive manner lately, and I need to slip into this bright red satin nightie using slow, deliberate movements just to prove to myself that I’m not completely out of control.

Except that I can’t do it. I try hard, but as soon as I’ve got it over my head, I let it drop into place even as I pounce. I crawl up from the bottom of Adam’s bed, over his body, like a kitty, and when I lean down to kiss him, I even pretend to purr.

“Meow,” he says, grinning at me. Then he snickers, saying, “My kitty didn’t put on the thong that came with that. Bad kitty.”

“So, sue me,” I tease, settling my naked pussy right on top of his rock-hard dick even though he’s still wearing his underwear.

“Impatient puss,” he says, laughing. “Just let me get that for you.”

I move aside so he can get rid of the clothing, and then I watch as he opens the fresh box of twelve condoms and pulls one of the little packets out.

“Save that thought, I want to taste you first,” I say.

“These are supposed to taste like tropical fruit,” he tells me as he tears the package open. “Thought you’d like to see if they do.”

I roll my eyes as he rolls it on. “Yeah, I don’t care what it tastes like, I already know you would taste better.”

But I’m not going to complain further. Not when I know his dick is about to be in my mouth. When I fit it between my lips, I realize the condoms aren’t just flavored, they also have ribs. The taste isn’t bad, but I can also tell it must have some of that spermicide stuff on there. I don’t let it distract me from giving the man the best blow job ever. I figure if I step it up a notch, he’ll remember why he wanted to marry me so badly before.

Does that sound desperate? It’s not, just—hungry. Ready. I want it more than anything. But I want what we’re doing right now even more.

Throwing all my thoughts aside, I double down when his hands come down to tug at my hair. Clearly, he is enjoying himself, and I am so hot I think I might combust. Suddenly, it’s not my mouth I want to use on this bad boy. I want him to fill up something else.

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