Page 88 of The Fake Husband Deal

Married sex was the best thing in the world, I thought as I stretched out in our super comfy bed before turning around and snuggling into Lior’s chest.

“I know you’re awake,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

“I’m not. Totally sleeping.” I pretended to snore.

“That’s not how you snore.”

I opened my eyes and raised my head to stare at him. “I do not snore.”

“Oh yes, you do.”

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. The audacity! I so did not snore.

My phone lit up with a notification, so I reached for it and got up to go to the bathroom.

“Damn, is it really this late?” We’d missed the hotel’s breakfast. Thankfully, there was a brunch before everyone left to get back home.

“Well, someone exhausted all my energy last night, and I’m an old man. This”—he pointed to his naked and drool-worthy chest—“doesn’t come easy.”

I leaned against the bathroom doorway, staring appreciatively. “You are one fucking sexy silver fox, Lior.” I moaned and went into the bathroom.

After washing my hands, I checked the notification on my phone, squealing when I read the news.

When I returned to the room, Lior already had his underwear on. Shame, I would have loved a quickie. Then again, I was getting hungry.

“Good news?” he asked.

“The best. West says the McMartins have come through, and the mayor agreed to lease the old hospital to the foundation. They’re getting the paperwork sorted this week and the keys before next weekend.”

Lior crossed the room and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The man was strong.

“Well done, Noah. I knew you could do it.”

“It was all because of you and your mom. Her tip about the McMartins was invaluable. If I hadn’t been at the ball, none of this would have happened.”

He shook his head. “You can be in the right place at the right time, but to succeed, you need more. You need charm, perseverance, and passion. You have all of those and more when it comes to helping those kids.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling as I stroked his beard. “That means a lot.”

He slapped my naked ass. “Now go get dressed so we don’t end up missing brunch too.” He glanced down at my hard dick pressed against his belly.

“Can we be a teensy weensy bit late?” I gave him my best puppy eyes.

He took a couple of steps back to the couch and sat. I ended up on his lap. His strong hand wrapped around my cock.

“Fuck, yes,” I hissed.

An orgasm and a quick shower later, and we were on our way down to the lawn where we’d played soccer yesterday.

Most of the family was there, filling their plates with fresh fruit and pastries.

“Bom dia, Mãe, Avó. Olá, Pai.” I greeted my parents and grandmother.

“Bom dia, sweetie. Did you have a nice time last night?”

I raised a brow. Did she really want to know?

“We did. Now, where’s the coffee?”