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MILLIE

I’m just horny

My vagina aches like never before, but I’m on cloud nine.

In between swims in the river, eating leftovers and playing board games with Noah’s family, Noah King spent the last three days giving me the most intense orgasms of my life.

It’s almost annoying those rumours about him are true.

He’s a fucking expert in the bedroom and what’s more is he’s a giver.

He went down on me for over half an hour yesterday, bringing me to the brink and pulling back to increase my pleasure.

He fucked me hard and slow. He fucked me bent over the table in the pool house with his hand clamped over my mouth to stifle my screams.

My inner vixen came out too, and it was liberating.

I gave Noah a blowjob while he was on the phone with a friend in the States.

He nearly tore my hair out from the roots in the middle of it.

It turns out Noah was right about me—I’m a big fan of encouraging dirty talk.

Those words spilling from Noah’s mouth had me on my knees.

Literally. Not only that, but his encouragement gave me the confidence to try new things, to say what I liked.

The way he looked at me while I rode him, with pure uninhibited lust and admiration, which only spurred me on.

Listening to him lose control because of what I did to him, was the confidence-booster I didn’t know I needed.

If sex is like that all the time, no wonder he’s having it consistently.

The entire drive home, I replayed the entire visit. I didn’t want to leave and neither did Winston. He became Rick’s sidekick; I think Rick was sad to see him go.

“Ellis! We’re back!” I drop my bags to the floor and kick the front door shut, Winston darting past me. “Ellis?”

“In here!”

I follow Ellis’ voice to our tiny kitchen where she’s sitting on a stool, reading something. “Hey. How was Melbourne?”

“We’ll get to that.” She glances at me and holds up the stack of paper smattered with neon pink highlighter pen. “What is this?”

My heart sinks. It’s my copy of the contract I signed with Noah. I’d left it in one of the drawers of my desk, but it wasn’t hidden.

“I didn’t go snooping, FYI,” she explains, flicking through the pages. “I was searching for the latest rates notice and I saw the bright pink, and well, it didn’t take much for me to keep reading.”

I close my eyes, exhaling out a gust of embarrassment. She drops the paper and leans forward. “You signed a legal document to pretend to date Noah King? You’re fake -dating? For money?”

There is no way in hell I can keep this from her now.

“Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Well . . . it was fake,” I start, scratching my neck. “I guess it still is, but . . .” I don’t even know how to explain it to her properly, but I know I’m going to have to try, because Ellis’ eyes narrow in on me.

She pulls out the stool next to her. “Sit your ass down and tell me everything.”

I do. I disregard the non-disclosure part of the contract and tell her everything I can remember from the very beginning.

From the day Noah helped me out of the water, to the cricket game, to the camping trip.

It spills out of my mouth, one sentence after the next, and God, it feels so good to get it out.

The more I tell Ellis, the lighter I feel, my guilt dissipating with every word.

When I finish telling her how amazing the Christmas visit was, she looks at me in awe.

“It’s way more romantic than I thought,” she muses.

“Romantic?”

“It’s the perfect love story,” she explains. “Fake-dating, to friends, to actual lovers. Be still my beating heart.”

“Oh, stop it.” But there’s a part of me that can’t help but cling to that idea.

“So, what happens at the end of next month?”

Unease settles in my gut. “I get paid, and we go our separate ways.”

Ellis looks at me disapprovingly. “Come on, Millie.”

“It doesn’t change the agreement,” I say flatly. “Noah needs a cleaner image and no distractions, and I need the money.”

“What does Noah say?”

I shrug. “I haven’t asked him.”

Ellis looks exasperated. “Why not?”

“Because!” I stand up, collecting the file in my hands. “I’m scared of the answer.”

“Oh, Millie.” Ellis’s face is pinched. “I wish you told me.”

“I know, but I couldn’t,” I reply. “I signed legal documents stating I wouldn’t tell a soul.

Plus, if it gets out we’re in a fake relationship, the fall-out for Noah would be awful.

He risks losing his place in the pros and I wouldn’t get paid.

That’s what’s most important here.” I attempt a chuckle, but it gets caught in my throat.

Ellis places a hand on mine. “Are you falling for him?”

“No one’s falling for anyone,” I say adamantly. “It’s a little crush on my side. That’s it.”

We had the most incredible few days together and I want to stay in this bubble. Thinking about what happens in a month’s time makes me nauseous and the thought of Noah wanting to end it all? That makes me feel worse.

Ellis pats my hand. “There’s nothing in your contract about what happens if you develop crushes.”

“No, but I wish there was,” I grumble. “We didn’t exactly factor in what would happen if one of us developed feelings for the other. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me for not telling you.”

She smiles. “You’ve always been a rule-follower. I would never expect you to break the obligations written out in a law-abiding contract. Although you signing it in the first place is surprising.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” I admit. “Common sense and logic go out the window when you need money. It seemed so stupid, I figured. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Perhaps getting feelings for the hottie you agreed to play pretend with?” Ellis suggests.

“They’re not feelings,” I bite. “I’m just horny. I haven’t had sex in forever and he’s good with his mouth. And his hands. He’s good with everything.”

Ellis’ eyes flash with interest. “Is he now?”

I close my eyes. “You have no idea.”

I try not to think about how good he is with his everything.