Page 49 of Fake To Forever

“I want… I want…” I release a long, shuddering breath. “I want you to touch me.”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls before slipping his hand down and into my yoga pants.

I let out a hiss of breath when his fingers work their way into my panties. When he brushes my clit, I groan.

“Oh, my God…”

Christian grins before capturing my lips in another kiss that’s demanding and hungry. Our tongues tangle as he strokes my sensitive folds and rubs his thumb in tight circles over my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I’m soon completely lost to it. The world narrows down to just the two of us and where he’s touching me.

“Christian,” I gasp. “Harder, please!”

“Of course, gorgeous,” he hisses. “You tell me how you like it. Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”

He increases the speed and pressure of his strokes, and when he slips a finger inside me, I cry out in both surprise and delight. He pumps his finger in and out as he continues stroking my clit, and I feel myself soaring to my peak. With his free hand, he pushes my shirt up and lowers his head to bite at one of my nipples through my bra. It’s just what I need to go flying over the edge.

I throw my head back and let out a desperate cry as my orgasm washes over me, making my body shudder and my hips grind into Christian’s hand. He continues to finger me and rub my clit, drawing out my release until I don’t think I can take it anymore.

When he removes his hand from my pants with a smirk, I reach up and cup the back of his head, pulling him back down into a wild kiss. This isn’t enough… I need more. I need to feel his naked body against mine as he drives his cock into me over and over again…

Suddenly, the front door opens and it feels like my heart momentarily stops. Christian and I stare at each other and his wide eyes reflect my own shock. Oliver’s voice echoes down the hallway, high-pitched and full of excitement. Christian and I spring into action, scrambling to straighten ourselves up and pretend nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Christian stands up, smoothing his shirt as I grab the empty wine glasses from the coffee table, moving quickly to place them in the kitchen. My heart is pounding in my chest, the adrenaline from our kiss mixing with the sudden urgency of not getting caught.

Just as we settle back on the couch, Oliver bursts into the room, his face lit up with pure joy, his tiny feet barely keeping up with his excitement. Behind him, Edna steps in, looking slightly amused as she watches him race toward us.

“Daddy! Haven! We went to thelibrary! And there was apuppet show!” Oliver practically leaps into Christian’s arms, his eyes wide with excitement.

Christian catches him easily, a huge smile spreading across his face. “A puppet show, huh? That sounds amazing, buddy. Did you like it?”

Oliver nods vigorously. “Yeah! There was a pirate, and he said ‘Arrrrr!’ like this.” He lets out his best pirate growl, and we both laugh.

Christian glances at me, his eyes twinkling, and everything feels so normal, so comfortable. Like we’re just a family, sitting here, talking about a trip to the library. I can still feel the heat of his kiss on my lips, and it’s hard to ignore the way his hand briefly touches mine when he sits back on the couch.

“That’s awesome, Oliver,” I say, leaning forward to give him a high-five. “Did you get any books?”

Oliver beams, his tiny hand slapping against mine. “Yes! We got three books! One about dragons!”

“Dragons are the best,” I agree, feeling a warmth spread through me at how happy he is. Christian holds him close, and I catch a glimpse of something softer in his eyes as he watches his son. It’s moments like this that remind me why I agreed to this whole arrangement in the first place—why I’m here, in his home, pretending to be something more.

Christian’s gaze flickers back to mine, and the air between us shifts again, heavy with everything we haven’t said. His lips part slightly, and I know he’s also thinking about what we just did. My heart speeds up all over again, and I have to force myself to focus on Oliver, who is now enthusiastically recounting the puppet show in vivid detail.

“We saw a dragon puppet too! And it went ‘Roar!’” He throws his hands up in the air, demonstrating the dragon’s roar, and Christian laughs, the sound deep and warm.

“That’s a scary dragon,” Christian says, ruffling Oliver’s hair. “Sounds like you had a pretty fun time, huh?”

“Yeah!” Oliver chirps. He wiggles down from Christian’s lap and starts pulling one of his new books from his backpack, thrusting it into my hands. “Can you read this to me tonight?”

I glance at Christian, who gives me a soft smile and a small nod. “Of course, Oliver,” I say, taking the book.

Edna steps forward, clearing her throat softly. “I’ll take him to get ready for bed. He’s had a big day.”

Oliver whines a little at the mention of bedtime, but Christian quickly distracts him with a promise. “Hey, after you’re ready for bed, Haven will read you that dragon book, okay?”

Oliver’s face lights up at the idea, and he follows Edna out of the room, bouncing on his heels. My heart swells at the idea that he wants me to spend that sort of time with him.

Even if it is just reading a book.

As soon as they’re gone, the atmosphere between Christian and me heats back up, the tension from earlier rushing back like a flood. I stand up, unsure what to do with my hands, trying to act like everything is fine, and like my heart isn’t racing every time I look at him.

Christian rises slowly from the couch, his expression unreadable. He takes a step closer, his voice low, meant only for me.

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