Page 72 of Make-Believe Match

Fuck.Fuck, why was that hot? Being calledhusbandshould not turn me on. But hearing Lexi whisper it as she took her pleasure from me, languidly circling her hips, eyes closed, lips open. I thought I might lose my mind when she brought her hands to her breasts, filling her palms with delectable curves, playing with their pert wine-colored tips.

I was close—too close. And she was starting to move faster, sliding up and down my cock, the friction almost unbearable. I moved one hand to where our bodies joined and used my thumb on her clit, and she cried out—one sharp little sound—before biting her lip. Falling forward again, she braced her hands on my chest and jerked her hips hard over mine, grinding against me. I gave up trying to hang onto control and clutched her thighs as I bucked up into her with sharp, savage thrusts. Within seconds, I shot off like a rocket, all the tension in my body releasing through my cock in quick, hot bursts. At the tail end, as my body relaxed, I felt the tremors of her orgasm surround me.

A moment later, she collapsed on my chest, breathing hard. I stroked her back—her skin was warm and damp. Inhaling, I caught the scent of her shampoo, and I held it inside my lungs for a few heartbeats, wanting anything she could give me.

“We were loud,” she whispered.

“I don’t care.”

“But I want your dad to like me.”

“He likes everybody.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“Okay, well, he likes you.” I played with her hair. “Did you see the way he smiled at you tonight? Remember how he asked you all those questions about Snowberry? Told you all about the work he’d done there?”

“Yes. He said very sweet things about my grandfather. That was nice.”

“See? He likes you.”

She was silent a moment. “He asked me to call him Dad.”

“I know.” My hand stilled. “You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It just makes me sad.”

I closed my eyes. “Don’t think about it.”

“But—”

“Look, I don’t like that part of it either. But let’s stay focused. All that matters is that your grandmother is talking to her lawyer this week.”

“Right. Okay.”

It was a good reminder of what we were about. And what we weren’t.

Because I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was making me feel like the lines were blurring a little.

* * *

Lexi used the bathroom first, and when I came out, she was already curled up in bed in the dark. I climbed between the sheets and fit my body behind hers, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling her closer.

She snickered.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just never would have thought you were a snuggle bunny.”

“I amnota snuggle bunny,” I said grumpily.

“Okay.” She covered my arm with hers and patted my hand.

“I just like the feel of you, that’s all. And adolescent me spent a lot of nights in this room dreaming of getting someone half as hot as you in my bed. Maybe I’m just holding on to make sure you’re real.”

“I’m real.” Her hand found mine, and I curled my fingers around hers, playing with her wedding band before drifting off to sleep.

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