Page 51 of Baby Maker

My nails dig into his shoulders as his tongue slides into my mouth, my screams now muted by his kiss. His body strains, fighting his own release, as his hips piston against me. With a shout, Keegan collapses forward, sweat trickling down his brow.

I graze my fingers down his cheeks and across his lips, earning low grunts of approval as I continue squeezing around him, pushing him further past the edge.

"You're beautiful, Calli." He mumbles the words against the column of my throat before raising his head to meet my gaze. The inferno in his baby blues is gone, replaced by tenderness.

The tenderness unhinges me more than the raging desire did.

Pressing my lips to his, I release a sated sigh. "Well, that was incredible."

He lowers me gently to the ground, his kisses less demanding. Less aggressive. Resting his forehead against mine, he lets out a low chuckle. "Fuck, you feel good."

My hands slide along his chest as I redo a few buttons that popped open during our sexual gymnastics. "Ditto, sir."

The truth? I've never felt anything even remotely close to the emotions currently coursing through my body. There's something about the way we fit together. The way we move together. It's just right.

It's also hot as fuck, and if I don't stop thinking about it, I'll never let Keegan leave the room.

Apparently, I'm not the only one feeling the afterglow. "I really want to forgo the rest of the wedding. Do you think they'll miss us?"

I wink at him, sending off a cheeky grin. "Better question, do we care?"

Unfortunately for our unquenchable hormonal thirst, Keegan would be missed, so we do have to return to the party. All we need are his relatives at the door, demanding to know where we've been the last two hours.

I doubt I'd remain a family favorite for long that way.

Ten minutes later, after a quick clean-up and wardrobe adjustment, we stroll back into the reception. But even though our outfits are the same, our mannerisms are entirely different. Earlier, our affections were sedate—holding hands or linking arms. Now, Keegan's arm is looped around my shoulder, his fingers tickling along my collarbone.

There's no doubt to anyone watching that we're together, and I couldn't be happier.

Seems like my fake boyfriend is becoming very real indeed.

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