Page 68 of Forty, Flirty & Fake-ly Yours

I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting each thrust with one of my own. Our bodies move in sync, a dance of passion and need, each thrust building the tension, driving us closer to another peak.

"Rosalind," he grits out. "You feel so good."

I moan, my body trembling, the pleasure building, threatening to consume me. "Grayson," I gasp, my voice a ragged whisper. "I'm close."

With that, his thrusts become more urgent, more demanding. He reaches between us, his thumb pulsating against my clit, and I gasp out.

This climax is anything but gentle. Anything but soft.

It’s hard. And fast. And intense. And raw.

My body devotees into a breathless and shaking mess. A beautiful mess made by this man alone.

As Grayson follows, his muscles stiffening, his release pulsing through him, I know I’ll never have this without anyone but him.

He collapses on top of me, his body slick with sweat and hard. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, feeling the pounding of his heart against my chest, needing him near.

Needing him to know that this—all of this, all of me—belongs to him and him alone.

We lie there, bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

After what feels like forever, Grayson lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, a shadow of a smile on his face.

“What a way to say good morning," he mumbles low.

I smile. “You mean great morning.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss. "I could get used to this.”

I nod. "Me too.”

Seconds later, I can feel his smile against my skin, the slight curve of his lips as he presses another kiss to my shoulder.

"You're tense," he observes, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles on my stomach. "Something on your mind?"

I hesitate, my thoughts avoiding being a jumbled mess of deadlines, office chaos, and the undeniable chemistry between us. "Just... everything," I admit, turning to face him. His eyes, a deep bourbon-golden brown, search mine, looking for answers I'm not sure I have.

"Everything?" His thumb trails along the line of my jaw. "Or something specific?

I’m saved from answering when Douglas Franklin's name lights up Grayson's phone.

Wedding shower next weekend. Whole tech community attending. Good opportunity to showcase SecureMatch's best success story.

I feel Grayson tense slightly, his body still pressed against mine, his breath leaving his chest in a rush. “Goddamit. Fucking Franklin. We don't have to?—"

"Yes, we do," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "It's good publicity, right? Very... strategic."

"Rosalind—"

"RSVP yes for both of us," I say, managing a smile that only feels slightly forced. "After all, what kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I didn't support your business interests?"

His dark brows lower but before he can respond, my phone explodes with updates.

Dani:Feng shui crisis escalating. Guy claims office crystals need cleansing. William now incorporating rose quartz into pastry recipes.

Olivia:Dani’s twin yogis returned. Currently teaching meditationtechniques to feng shui consultant while rearranging furniture into "sacred geometry." I wish my family never taught my sister the word ‘dating’

Emily Hanning:Sorry to bug. But the feature submission deadline is approaching, Ms. Carpenter. Like I said, it could could change everything for traditional matchmaking. Change everything for your company. Are you interested in telling the real story of Heart & Soul?

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