Page 51 of The Fake Husband Deal

I chuckled, running my nose up his neck until my lips reached his ear. “You underestimate my willpower.”

When my eyes met his again, I saw sheer determination. “You underestimate me, dear husband.”

A breath of air whooshed out of me at the way he called me his.

We were playing a dangerous game where both players were on the same team with orders to not play together.

We were bound to lose.

“I’ll give you one,” I whispered.

“For now…”

Then, with a passion that felt like it could ignite the air around us, our lips met in a kiss that was the culmination of the tension and chemistry between us. It was heated and urgent. We deepened the kiss, both of us pouring every emotion into it.

The more Noah struggled to free his hands, the tighter I held them.

He moaned and his body shuddered against mine.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, our foreheads rested against each other’s. I opened my eyes slowly, meeting Noah’s. Outside, the sounds of the celebration started with the popping of a champagne cork.

“Come on, let’s have some cake,” I said.

Noah coughed. “Um…I’m gonna need a moment.”

I pulled away from him, my eyes widening at the wet stain on his pants. There was so much that some of it had come through the thin fabric.

“I’ll use the connecting door to my room to get changed.”

I was left staring at his back as he exited the room. I leaned against the wall with a thud, trying to process information.

Noah had come from the kiss, from having his hands held behind him, and probably because he knew he wasn’t supposed to.

What should I do with that information?

A knock on the door made me jolt.

“I’ll be out in five.” Five seconds was all it took for me to spill my own load all over my hand with just a few strokes of my cock.

After changing into jeans and a polo shirt, I joined the guys.

Noah was already out, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. My change of clothes didn’t go unnoticed, but I just said, “I didn’t want to get the suit wrinkled on the flight.”

“Yeah, same,” Noah said with a snort.

Jax and Tanner shared a look.

We weren’t fooling anyone, which was probably a good thing, considering we were supposed to be playing the part of loving husbands.

“Let’s get some photos of you guys cutting the cake,” Tanner suggested.

“Doesn’t look like you’re going to have to work hard to sell your relationship, and with photos to prove it, everyone will have a hard time not believing you,” Jax said.

We posed for the photos and even fed each other cake.

That tension between us was back, but now it was different, although I couldn’t pick out why or what it was.

Noah was a little quiet on the flight back, and eventually, he fell asleep. Tanner and Jax picked the same seats as before and spent the flight engrossed in conversation.