Page 39 of Fake To Forever

But there’s also something else—something simmering just beneath the surface of my body, something I can’t quite ignore.

The air between us feels charged, the kind of tension that makes my skin tingle and makes my heart beat just a little faster. Christian turns to look at me, his eyes darkening as they meet mine, and suddenly, the space between us feels too small and too charged with everything we’re not saying.

He takes a step closer, his gaze intense, and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. There’s a moment, just a heartbeat, where I wonder if I should step back. Put some distance between us. But then he reaches out, his hand brushing against my arm, and the contact sends a shiver down my spine.

“Haven,” he murmurs, his voice rougher now, laced with something that makes my pulse quicken. “You don’t have to be nervous. This is your home now too.”

It’s such a simple statement, but the way he says it—low, almost like a promise—makes my mind spin. I’ve been trying to keep things practical, trying to remind myself that this is just an arrangement, but right now, with him standing so close, it’s hard to focus on anything but the way his presence seems to fill the room.

“I’m not nervous,” I manage to say, though my voice comes out softer than I intended. “I’m just… trying to figure out what this all means.”

His hand slides up my arm, his touch warm and steady, and I can see the conflict in his eyes—the same mix of emotions that have been swirling inside me since the moment I agreed to marry him.

“We’re in this together, Haven,” he says calmly. “We’ll figure it out.”

The air between us feels thick, almost electric, and I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from his. There’s something so intense about the way he’s looking at me, like he’s searching for something, like he’s trying to decide if he should take the next step.

Then, as if he’s made up his mind, he leans in, his hand sliding around to the back of my neck, pulling me just a fraction closer. The heat from his body is palpable, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest as he hesitates, his lips hovering just inches from mine.

I’m momentarily frozen in place as confusion washes through me. We both agreed that this wasn’t necessary for our ‘relationship’, and yet I find myself wanting him to kiss me again.

I close the distance between us, my lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss that deepens as he pulls me closer, his hand tangling in my hair. The kiss is slow, almost hesitant at first, but then the tension snaps, and it’s like we’re both giving in to something we’ve been fighting for too long.

His other hand finds my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I feel the last of my reservations melt away as I kiss him back with everything I’ve been holding back. There’s something so intoxicating about this, about him, and it makes me feel like I’m on the edge of something I can’t quite control.

When we part, we’re both breathing heavily and stare at each other in silence as the weight of what we’re doing settles fully over us. Slowly, I realize that there is something hard and firm in between us, pressing against my lower belly. I let my gaze travel down to his erection, straining against his pants.

I glance back up at him and his cheeks are flushed, as if he’s embarrassed, but he’s wearing a bashful little grin that makes my heart flip.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers along my cheek. “I really can’t seem to control myself when I’m around you.”

I’m not sure what overcomes me, but I suddenly want to see what he looks like when he’s losing control. He’s always so certain of himself and commanding.

What is he like when he unravels?

I put my hands on his waistband and begin unbuttoning his slacks.

Christian’s eyes go wide and he freezes as he stares down at my hand.

“Haven… what are you doing?”

I don’t say a word as I open his pants and slide my hand inside, stroking my fingers along his shaft.

“Sh-shit,” he stutters out, and I lick my lips, dropping down to my knees in front of him. Christian looks down at me with his blue eyes gleaming with shock and lust.

“You don’t have to do this,” he murmurs.

“I know,” I assure him.

Groaning, he puts a hand in my hair, gently stroking the strands as I release his cock from his pants. Holding his gaze, I lick him from base to head before drawing him fully into my mouth. Christian hisses.

“You look so pretty with something in your mouth,” he murmurs, and pleasure shoots through me. I take him deeper, letting my saliva lubricate him and twirling my tongue around his shaft.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall back as I bob up and down along his cock. This is wild and crazy and hot… I can hardly believe I’m doing this. Part of me knows this is only going to make things more complicated between us, but I can’t seem to make myself care. The sounds he’s making… the moans, groans, and growls… are stimulating me in a way I never would’ve expected. I like this… a lot. Seeing this powerful man losing his control because of me is intoxicating.

I double my efforts, taking him as deep into my mouth as I can. As I suck him, I feel myself getting wet between my legs. Slipping my hand into my bikini bottoms, I brush my fingers along my sensitive folds and moan as pleasure shoots through.

“Shit, Haven,” Christian growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”

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