Page 113 of Make-Believe Match

“We sure did.”

She pressed her lips to my collarbone. “I’m not sorry.”

“Me neither.” My cock was thickening, heat surging through me. Would I be a total dick for touching her the way I wanted to?

“Guess we need to get divorced now.”

“Probably.”

Unbelievably, her hand started to wander down my body, over my hip, until her fingers edged inside my briefs. She wrapped around my erection. “I know this is wrong,” she whispered, slipping my flesh through her fist. “But I want to feel like your wife one last time.”

“Who says it’s wrong?” My breath quickened.

I tried not to think about the phrase one last time as I pulled off her T-shirt. As she tugged my briefs down my legs. As I feasted on her breasts. As she moved her mouth up and down my cock. As I groaned with agonized desire.

As I buried my tongue in her pussy. As I heard her sigh with rapture. As I settled my weight between her thighs. As I slowly eased inside her, inch by torturous inch, taking my time, savoring every second. As I watched her lips fall open and murmur my name. As I began to move in tandem with the lift of her hips, our bodies undulating like waves on the sea. As I thrust as deeply as I possibly could, until she cried out with pain or pleasure or both. As I fought the urge to plunge harder and faster, because then it would be over, and I wanted this to last.

But it couldn’t. The heat and the friction and the scent of her skin and the desperate need to pour myself inside her and feel her body grasping mine like it would never let go overwhelmed me.

She cried out repeatedly—yes, yes, yes—her hands gripping my ass, pulling me in tight as she thrust up beneath me. I let go, losing myself inside her.

One last time.

* * *

I slept hard. When I woke up the next morning, Lexi was gone. I reached for my phone and saw that she’d texted me a series of messages.

Hey. I need a little space. I am not asking you to leave today, I will just spend a few nights at Gran’s house. I’m heading there now, and I will tell her Thanksgiving is off. I’m also going to tell her you and I have decided to part ways. I don’t see any point in prolonging this.

I hope you have a nice time with your family. I truly loved meeting them and think they’re wonderful. I envy you all those siblings and the close relationship you have with your dad, and I’m sorry if our split upsets them.

Your mom’s earrings are in a box on the dresser. Please return them to your dad and let him know it was an honor just to wear them for a little while.

Thank you for all you did for me. I consider you a friend.

I read it through several times. Then I put my phone face down on the nightstand and buried my head beneath the pillow.

I could still smell her.

TWENTY-THREE

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I couldn’t faceGran right away, so I drove to Winnie’s.

Even though she and her family were in the middle of prepping Thanksgiving dinner, she led me upstairs and let me sob on her bedroom floor while Dex played with Michael in the family room and Hallie and Luna took over in the kitchen, peeling potatoes and cubing bread for stuffing.

“The worst is, it’s all my fault,” I blubbered. “I should have looked over that will. I could have prevented this. I could have said no to his crazy scheme and saved myself from falling for him.”

Winnie had done her best to console me, and even invited me to stay there and have Thanksgiving with them, but as much as I appreciated the invitation, I knew being around her happy family wasn’t going to help. After I cried myself out, I drove back home, stopping at the market on the way and picking up the bare essentials for a turkey dinner.

Then I headed to Gran’s house to put the groceries in her fridge, make her a cup of tea, and deliver the bad news.

* * *

“I don’t understand.” Sitting across from me at the kitchen table, Gran shook her head. “You’re so happy together.”

“We just moved too fast, Gran. We realized we’re better off as friends.”