Page 86 of Fake Dating Mr. Prince

“Your nipples next,” he demanded. I plucked at my nipples until they stood at attention.

The sensation was building and with each squeeze or pinch of my breasts an electric charge proceeded straight to my clit.

“I wish it was your hands rubbing all over my body.”

“Only two more days, beautiful.”

He stroked himself a few more times, making me whimper.

Watching him watch me was such a fucking turn on.

“Now you can touch yourself.”

Eagerly, my greedy hand slid into my underwear, circling my clit. My back arched, and my legs spread wide. I kept my eyes on his, imagining it was his fingers stroking me. I alternated between rubbing my clit and thrusting my fingers inside of me.

“Babe, you’re so fucking sexy.” His hoarse voice washed over me. “Faster.” He encouraged me.

The intense pleasure in his voice, and the slick sounds of him, were driving me out of my mind. This was so hot.

My body shook and trembled. I’d never come this fast from touching myself. But with Dean as an audience, my body was primed and ready for my release. As I chased my orgasm, he commanded me to slip my fingers into my core and keep pace with him pumping his cock.

My eyes fluttered closed and my body tensed.

“Open your eyes.” His sharp voice had me quickly prying my lids open.

When we both came, our gazes were glued to each other. It was intense.

I’d barely caught my breath when he spoke, his voice still rough.

“When I get home in two days, I’m taking you out. Maybe the movies. You better be ready for me.”

***

BEING WITH DEAN WASamazing. Each time we were together was better than the last, and the sex was off the charts. True to his word, Dean stayed at my place the night he returned. And as promised, he took me to the movies. I had no idea what the last fifteen minutes of the film was even about. For the first time ever, I was making out in the back row, not caring who saw us.

I laid my head on his shoulder. Joy filled my entire body and radiated outward.

We’d been together for three weeks. When I brought up how our month was coming to an end, he’d remind me that he said ‘around’ a month. I was beginning to wonder if maybe he thought we should change our fake relationship into a real one. We were together constantly, and when we weren’t, we were on the phone.

And now we were acting like teenagers. We’d already had a couple, a few rows further down, not much older than us tell us to keep it in our pants. I had to laugh. Clearly, they were no fun. We weren’t bothering them. Well, much anyway, I corrected myself. I’d only moaned a little.

***

AFTER THE MOVIES WEwent to Dean’s place so I could pick up my car. I’d wanted to spend the rest of Sunday with him, but had errands I needed to run and he had a work call he needed to take care of once we got back.

During the drive home, I thought about asking him if he’d consider staying together. At this point, we were more like an actual couple than anything else. The lines had blurred so much I wasn’t sure where the fake dating and real dating began or ended.

I parked my car on the street instead of in the back, knowing I had to run out to the grocery store later. I should’ve gone on my way home, but inspiration had struck, and I needed to get my newest design down before I forgot it.

I threw my purse over my shoulder and pulled out my phone to jot down notes as I walked inside. I headed to the stairwell, not for the first time cursing the absence of an elevator. Not that I usually minded the stairs, but today I was in a hurry to get inside.

“It’s about time.” The sharp voice had me snapping my head up when I reached my floor.

My steps faltered as I squeaked out, “Elaine?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “You clearly have your phone on you, so am I to assume you were ignoring me?”

“Ignoring you?” I asked, having no idea what she was talking about.