One Hot Fake: An Accidental Fake Marriage Romance by Sarah Brooks (nice books to read .TXT) 📕

His woodsy scent surrounds me as our tongues do a dance of their own. My skin feels as if it’s been lit on fire.

He tastes of coffee and a sweet scent that is distinctly Declan. He rocks softly against my thighs as though he can’t wait to penetrate me. I drop one hand between us and wrap it around his cock. I gasp into his mouth.

I’d forgotten just how hard Declan gets. Like a steel rod. My whole body trembles at the thought of having it inside me, pushing my pussy walls and making me breathless.

Declan groans and rocks into my hand. His cock is already wet from precum, and as he rocks, the sticky liquid spreads to the rest of it. I love foreplay as much as the next woman, but right now, I can’t wait. A sense of urgency comes over me. As if I’ll die if he doesn’t take me right then and there.

I turn around in a pose I know that Declan cannot resist. His favorite bathroom style. I place my palms on the wall and bend over, sticking my ass in the air.

“Damn, woman,” he growls before I feel him behind me stroking my ass before his hand slides between my legs to my pussy. It’s my turn to groan when his big hand cups my pussy.

“Is this all mine?” he says.

Intense guilt floods me when I remember how close I came to throwing away what we have. “Yes,” I manage to say.

I writhe when he brushes his fingers along my soaking wet slit. “I’m ready for you,” I tell him.

He replaces his fingers with his cock and brushes it up and down.

I buck my hips in an effort to take it in. “Please,” I whimper. I feel as if I’m going to lose it completely if I don’t have him. Now.

He must sense the urgency in my voice. I feel his cock at the entrance of my pussy, before he plunges it in, deep into me. I feel it in my stomach before Declan withdraws again and plunges it back in forcefully.

Screams fill the shower cubicle, and it takes a moment to realize that they are coming from my mouth. The sweetness of having his cock inside me is akin to the first time we had sex.

He gets into a rhythm and mutters sweet words into my ear. Words that inflame me further. Words that remind me what a fool I am if I was willing to give up what we had for what? For another lie.

Waves of pleasure consume me, and soon I’m screaming as an orgasm washes over me like a sudden storm.

Chapter 34

Marian

I can’t believe that I’m here. Not that there’s anything wrong with Dr. Frost. She’s kindly and warm, and she has that way about her that makes you want to tell her everything.

I sit stiffly in my chair with my hands folded on my lap as she goes on about confidentiality and so on. Sort of like the safety briefing you get before an airplane takes off. I hope the session goes fast. I have a final walkthrough with Mark and Brenda, a couple getting married on Saturday.

I don’t know what made me text Brooke and ask her for the number of the therapist. Okay, I do know. Declan has been talking about the baby, inviting me to talk it over with him. But I can’t. I feel like a fool on two levels. One, for my body lying to me that I was pregnant. I’ve never heard of such a thing before me. Second, for grieving over it. So, I’ve been slapping on a smile and telling Declan that I’m okay and I’ve moved on.

Except that I haven’t. I’ve been feeling myself slipping into desperation mode. Or crazy mode, if I’m to be honest with myself. And so, here I am.

When she’s done, she smiles at me. “How can I help you, Miss Stevens?”

That question makes me want to get up from my chair and bolt from the room. “Please call me Marian.”

“Okay,” she says. “So this is your first time seeing a therapist?”

“Yes.”

“It’s always nerve-wracking the first time. That’s normal,” she says.

I let out a shaky laugh. I look away toward the window. Maybe if I’m not looking at her, the words will come out easier. I start haltingly at first, but I quickly gain momentum as I return to my life with Leonard.

As I talk about it, the fact that I actually considered going back to him horrifies me. Leonard is an evil person. There is no other word to describe him. Saying the words out loud, describing the kind of things he did to make my life miserable is a wake-up call. Shame comes over me as the words fall out of my mouth. It makes me question myself. What did I think of myself to allow someone to trample on my self-esteem like that? My heart expands to painful proportions.

Is that who I am? A woman who falls in love and gives the man the key that decides how she’ll live? How he’ll treat her? Tears flow from my eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Dr. Frost asks me softly.

“Because I’m the one who gave him that power over me.”

That hurts. The knowledge that Leonard did not do it to me. I did it to me. I hurt myself. Losing Lilly was no one’s fault but mine. The best way I could have protected her was by leaving Leonard.

Two hours later, as I leave Dr. Frost’s office, I’m numb and exhausted, and I’m not sure I’ll return for another appointment. I drive to the Sace winery, where the garden wedding will be held. I’m glad for the twenty-minute drive as it gives me time to go back to my normal self.

It’s a beautiful venue, though a bit pricey, but totally worth it for couples that can afford it. As soon as I drive down the long, cobbled drive, I’m hit by the scent of