My Fake Husband by Black, L. (motivational novels TXT) 📕

I tried to be quiet, to sneak in and go to my room in case Damon was already asleep. I never planned to wake him, despite the fact he was on my mind. Going out with the girls had only reinforced how strong my feelings were for him. They were both on board with me telling him the truth, being brave and being honest. I was steeling myself for an awkward breakfast declaration the next morning. I wasn’t ready to be face to-pecs with his naked body that was still hot and wet from the shower. I know I swore under my breath when he bumped into me, solid and sexy. He grabbed my arm so I didn’t fall from the impact of crashing into his big, Marvel hero-style muscular chest. And his towel surrendered. There he was in all his glory. I am not ashamed to say I stepped back to get a better look, to rake my gaze over him like he was the dessert cart and I was on a diet.

Everything about him was gorgeous, lightly tanned, every curve and line and hollow strong and cut. His powerful legs told the story of those early morning runs he took, and his shoulders spoke of pushups and free weights, and so did the sculpted chest and arms. The abs were great, but they were just skimmed over by my gaze as I feasted my lucky eyes on his narrow hips and his long, thick cock, already at half-mast. It was so much bigger than I had remembered, and I remembered it as romance-novel-legendary-sized.

“I’m going to have you tonight,” he growled, his mouth on my neck, hot kisses trailing down my throat.

“Yes,” I said, “definitely.” I nodded my head for emphasis and accidentally hit him in the head with my chin.

“Oof!” he said, sending us both into a fit of laughter.

He maneuvered us into the bedroom, our kisses growing messy and urgent. Damon backed up to the bed and sat down, holding me in his lap, his hands everywhere on my body. He tilted my face up so our lips met, hungry and frantic, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. I didn’t cling or hold on. In fact, I was focused on removing as much of my clothing as possible since he didn’t have any on. I tugged at my cute wrap top that I’d worn to the bar, but kept getting tangled in the string that I needed to untie.

“Here, let me,” he said against my lips. I leaned back a little and he threaded his fingers through the silky ribbon, untying it deftly and parting the crossover front of my top. “There,” he said, and dipped his head to take my nipple in his mouth. I hadn’t worn a bra, partly to be comfortable and partly because I had this fantasy of him stripping my top off and finding me braless. That was a dream that had come true now. I shivered and trembled as I shoved my fingers through his hair and held his face to my breast. He sucked and licked, dragged his teeth along it until my nipple was an aching spike at the tip, my breasts heavy with longing. I wriggled on his lap. His hand in the small of my back brought me flush against him, and I felt his hard cock bob against my bare stomach. I groaned, “God, I want you. I want you inside me, Vance.”

He growled against my breast, nipped me with his teeth, making me arch into him. I ground against his thigh insistently. I felt his lips curve in a smile as I shoved the sleeves off my arms and let my top fall to the floor. I rose up on my knees above him, my breasts in his face, and my hair fell around us. I smiled at him, and he looked up at me with this perfect expression of hot arousal and pure joy.

“I’ve regretted it ever since that night, that I didn’t try to make you sleep in here and stay with me. I would’ve taken you a dozen more ways. But most of all, I wish I’d kept you on top of me. I will this time. Only don’t leave and go back to your room. Promise,” he said, his breath hot on my skin. I nodded.

“I want to stay,” I said, meaning more than just one night in his room. I wanted to stay forever.

“Then stay as long as you want, Trix,” he said, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.

I slid back to my feet, pushed off my jeans and panties in one movement, and straddled his lap again, my knees on either side of his legs and his hands curving onto my ass.

“I missed you so much tonight. I’m glad you went out. You deserve it. But I’m greedy and I want you here with me. I want to be home with you, inside of you—” he broke off, palming my head, bringing my mouth to his. “I’d say more but I’d have to stop kissing you and I can’t.”

“Don’t stop,” I said into his mouth, my hair tangling around his fingers, my tongue in his mouth. It was humid, blurry, and lush. I felt like my body was one aching knot that needed him to unwind it, to free me. I rocked my hips into him so he could feel the slickness between my legs, the wetness gathered there from the way he kissed me, the way he’d sucked my nipple and groped my ass. Everything he did made me wetter.

Still, when he lifted me by the hips, notched his cock against my slit, I caught my breath. Our eyes met, his with a question, mine with a yes. Then the heavy slide of his cock, so thick, began. The velvety-soft head nudged inside my tender wet lips, and with a long thrust, he buried himself within me. I choked, feeling so full from his invasion, so tight