Page 12 of The Fake Husband Deal

“I’m not teasing. I’m drawing it out.”

“We’re still dressed, and your hands are nowhere near my body. Draw this out any longer and I’ll have to put in for retirement.”

The soft light from the streets below illuminated the room just enough that I could see his face without turning on any lights.

I shrugged my coat off and threw it at a nearby chair. “Take your coat off,” I said, rolling my shirt sleeves to my elbows.

His gaze narrowed on my arms and he sucked in a breath, following my instructions.

“Now, your shirt.”

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, doing my best to ignore the way his muscles rippled as he undressed.

“Next?” he asked from behind me.

Turning around to find him completely naked was the straw that broke my resolve. I swept him into a hard kiss. Somehow today, of all days, the universe had given me the gift of this man. The gift of letting go for a moment, and he didn’t even know it.

He moaned as I stroked his tongue with mine. His hands fisted my shirt so hard that one of the buttons popped.

The glass door behind me shook when he pushed me against it.

Hot damn, the guy could kiss. It was almost easy to forget I was supposed to be in charge.

“I need you to wreck me. Make me feel you for the rest of the week,” he said before dragging his teeth over my lower lip.

His raspy voice was so full of need.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

I wound my hand in his hair, the other firmly placed on his hip. He was going to get a bruise from how hard I gripped. My self-control hung by a thread. One slight pull, and I’d take him into the bed and fuck him into the next life.

He pulled away and flipped us so he faced the street. With his hands on the glass, legs set wide, he all but offered himself to me.

“Jesus, fuck,” I growled.

My dick was like steel in my pants. I undid the button and lowered the zipper just enough to take myself out. There was something about remaining clothed while he was fully naked that did it for me.

I didn’t know where these feelings of claiming and possession were coming from, but I wanted to own this guy’s body. If he wanted to feel me beyond tonight, I was happy to oblige.

“Don’t move,” I demanded, kissing his neck while my hands explored his body.

“Hmm…more…”

I chuckled.

His nipples morphed into tiny peaks under my touch. I wanted to lick them, to get my hands on his gorgeous cock, to kiss every inch of his body.

I lowered to my knees, spread his ass cheeks, and threw myself in face-first. The longer I fucked his hole with my tongue, the more he pushed back, so needy. His head hit the glass with a thud as I pushed a finger inside him.

“Are you ready for my cock?” I stroked my length. I was so ready to fill him.

“Fuck, yes. Yesterday.”

He hissed as I added a second finger. I pushed myself up and covered his body with mine. “How often do you bottom?”

His silence screamed at me to be careful.

“Rarely.”