Page 8 of The Grump's Fake Wife

“Dance with me,” I say, surprising even myself.

The laughter dies on her lips and she blinks at me in surprise. "D-dance? But there's no music…"

I stand up and hold my hands out to her. A brief hesitation crosses her eyes, but then she stands up and places her hands gingerly on mine, ducking her head to avoid my eyes.

“We'll dance to the rhythm of nature,” I mutter, gently guiding her hands to my shoulders. Her scent, a heady mixture of lavender and jasmine, pervades my senses as her body molds perfectly into mine.

We start to move together in perfect synchrony to the harmonious beat of our thudding hearts. She fits so naturally in my arms, like it's where she always belonged.

“You haven't told me why you need a fake wife,” Lily says, her soft voice breaking the charged silence that's settled between us.

“It's for work,” I reply, trying to concentrate on my words rather than the softness of her body against mine.

“Work? Why would you need a fake wife at work?”

“I'm looking to partner with a Chinese company on an important project. The CEO is a traditional man whose company values arebased on commitment and family-oriented principles. I need a fake wife – or fiancée – to enhance my chances of securing a partnership.”

“Oh,” she mouths, nodding. “That makes sense, I guess.”

I tighten my hand around her waist, pressing her body closer to mine. A soft gasp escapes her lips as I bury my head in the curve of her neck, trailing my lips over her soft, velvety skin.

“W-what are you doing?” she whispers breathlessly.

“Giving in,” I mutter against her skin. “I can't resist you any longer, Lilly.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn't try to pull away. That makes me happy. I drop my forehead to hers, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. She's breathing fast, and her pupils are dilated with an unexploited desire that makes my pants tighten impossibly.

God, she's indeed my weakness.

I lower my mouth to hers, gently nipping at her lower lip. “I want to kiss you so badly, Lily.”

“You said we didn't have to do anything.”

“Not if you don't want to,” I reply, praying to whatever god is listening that she wants this too. “You can stop me at any point.”

She melts into me, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and that's the last straw. I press my lips to hers. Hot and hard.

She doesn't fight it. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck, angling her head to grant me deeper access. Her body,flush against mine, feels like heaven. I can feel my cock thrumming impatiently in my pants, ready to plunge into her warmth.

But I must take things slowly with her.Even if it kills me.

I guide her towards the closet wall and press her back against it, splaying my hand over her neck as I run my lips over her jaw. I nip at her bottom lip, eliciting a soft, hungry moan from her.

"Damn, you're driving me crazy," I say, cupping her left breast through her shirt. I squeeze gently, loving the soft firmness and how she fits perfectly in my palm. "I could kiss you all day, sugar, and I'd never get tired."

"Me too…" Her voice is a breathless murmur, one that makes me want to do wicked, wicked things to her.

I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger just as I thrust my tongue into the heat of her mouth, robbing us both of our breath. I suck hungrily at her lip, running my hands all over her body, desperate for all of her.

I lift her in my arms without breaking the kiss and she instantly wraps her legs around me, burying her fingers in my hair with a soft moan that almost sends me over the edge. I make my way to my bedroom, which suddenly feels miles away.

Once inside, I set her on the bed and reluctantly pull my lips away from hers. We're both breathing hard, and it's taking every bit of my control not to swoop in again.

“I want to see all of you, Lily.”

“N-now?” she asks, blushing furiously.

“I'll go first.”

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