Page 58 of Fake Dating Mr. Prince

“Dean—oh, Dean—” I moaned. His cock hit my G-spot and pleasure exploded throughout my body. My muscles tightened and stiffened just before my body shook uncontrollably.

His body grew rigid above me. He threw his head back as he thrust into me once more. “Oh, fuck, Ashlyn.” His body trembled as his orgasm slammed into him. He let out a long and satisfied groan as his hips jerked a few more times before stopping.

His forehead rested against mine as he struggled to catch his breath, his ragged breathing matching mine.

Sex had never been this earth-shattering. I realized he was ruining me for all others.

***

“YOU’RE STILL HERE.”The whispered words filtered through my consciousness. Ignoring them, I snuggled deeper under the covers. I couldn’t remember when my bed felt this soft and luxurious.

An arm reached around me, pulling me taut against a rock-hard body. My eyes popped open.

Holy crap, last night hadn’t been a dream. I was in bed with Dean Prince.

I shifted and groaned at the soreness between my legs. After three rounds the night before, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk today. The thought had me smiling. Even if I couldn’t walk, last night was everything I’d wanted it to be.

I turned to face him and he dropped a kiss on my lips. “Want to go on date number two with me today?”

“So soon?”

“Unless you want to spend all day in bed?” He moved his hips closer to me, making his erection apparent against my thigh.

I hummed as heat flooded my body. “Mmm, maybe. I didn’t bring any clothes with me to change into.”

“I can run you home quick so you can change.”

“Run me home quick?” I swatted his arm, seeing the gleam in his eyes. He was up to something. “You already have something in mind, don’t you?”

He laughed. “I do. I woke up a little while ago, and you looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to wake you.”

Internally, I groaned. Peaceful? More like loud. I knew I snored, but he was nice enough not to say that. “So what do you have planned for today, Mr. Prince?”

“I thought it would be a good day for us to get to know each other better, and possibly put ourselves in the spotlight.”

“What do you mean?” The sexy feelings running through me changed direction as nervousness filled me at his words.

“It’s a surprise. And while we relax and have fun, I’m sure the paparazzi nearby will snap a few pictures of us. It’ll be the perfect segue into repairing my image and announcing our relationship.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” How could I have been so stupid as to forget our agreement?

He tapped my nose. “You okay?”

I forced a smile to my face, trying to sound light-hearted. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” He drew his hand down my cheek. “Even though our relationship is pretend, I don’t want you to doubt that my desire for you is real. But at any time, if this isn’t what you want, we can stop.”

“Okay.” Why didn’t that make me feel any better?

Dean left the bed, and I felt a sense of loss at his departure.

He’d already pulled on a pair of pants and now reached for a shirt to throw over his head. I sat up, bringing the covers with me. His low-rise dark jeans fit him so perfectly I wondered if he got them custom-made. I’d never had a pair fit me so well. And the t-shirt he put on with a rock band I wasn’t familiar with hinted at the bad boy I knew he could be. In such a basic outfit, he was devastatingly handsome.

He’d probably be just as sexy in a paper bag.

Dean reached behind him and picked up my clothes that were neatly folded on the chair his shirt had laid across. “While I would enjoy you searching my house naked for your clothes, I thought this might make it easier for you.”

I smiled my thanks as he placed them on the end of the bed and left the room to give me privacy. One by one, I grabbed pieces of my outfit from the night before and dressed myself.