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We’re both wet, which helps, and I’m also turned on beyond reason, so I bear down and let him slip in a little farther. Still, he keeps it shallow, simply exploring a bit as he sucks my cock down his throat like his life depends on it.

After only a minute of this delicious torture, he flicks his tongue over that hot spot under my head, at the same time hooking the tip of his finger around my rim and tugging lightly. I make some sort of animalistic noise as I shoot into his mouth.

I expect him to spit it out since we’re in the shower, but no. He swallows it down and continues to suck me gently, with tiny licks over my head, until I become too sensitive and have to push him off.

He remains on his knees, smiling up at me like an angel of orgasms. And when I reach down, tracing my thumb across his lips, he chases it, biting down on the tip like a devil.

Releasing me, he says, “That was a much better prize than the ribbon.”

I laugh loudly. “But they can’t hang this picture of us in the grocery store.”

He laughs too, and as we stay in the shower long enough for the water to turn chilly, I think about how I want nothing more than to hear the sound of his laughter every day for the rest of my damn life.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

BRENDEN

“Thankyouforvisiting,”I say, after the Pikes, a nice middle-aged couple, sign their bill. Danny’s on break, but I enjoy handling check-outs so I can make sure the guests are leaving satisfied. “I hope you enjoyed your stay.”

Mrs. Pike smiles at me. “Oh, we absolutely did. This town is one of our favorite places for a quick little getaway. We try to come for one of the seasonal festivals each year.”

“It was fun to watch you and your boyfriend win,” her husband says, pointing to the first-place ribbon, which I hung up on the wall behind the desk.

“Oh! Yeah, we...” I glance around to see if anyone overheard that. “It was mostly thanks to him, I think.”

It feels weirdly good hearing someone call Travis my boyfriend—someone I didn’t directly lie to about it. And I’m not even sure why. I know our relationship isn’t real, and we can’t let anyone else in town find out, but it’s kind of cool how the Pikes assumed we were together just from watching us interact. Makes me wonder if maybe it would be possible for someone like Travis, who is smoking hot and completely has his shit together, toactually be into someone like me. Someone who’s just faking his way through life.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Danny asks when he returns to take his position at the desk.

“Nothing,” I lie. But the look he gives me tells me I’m so busted.

And fine. Maybe I was daydreaming about Travis. Maybe my mind was replaying our shower hookup a few days ago in vivid detail. That was so hot, I’m pretty sure it will still be playing in my mind on my deathbed.

Danny nudges me out of his chair and says, “Wish I was having sex good enough to put that look on my face.”

I let out a very undignified squeak. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—”

“Come on, you totally have dick eyes.”

That makes me snort. “What the fuck.”

He shrugs. “I call it like I see it. And even if you haven’t been getting some good dick, you were at least fantasizing about it.”

Well, I guess looking hungry for dick is better than looking moony-eyed like Addison called me out on. Lusting is probably safer than...feelingwhen it comes to Travis.

Shuffling around the desk and avoiding eye contact, I mutter, “I shouldn’t be discussing my sex life with my employees.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you before!” Danny calls out. But I’m already making a hasty retreat. He’s not wrong, but I can’t tell anyone about what I’ve been doing with Travis.

Honestly, since I moved Elise and Grant into a room here yesterday, I’ve been avoiding them in the common areas, because I’m afraid they’ll say something about Travis in front of my employees. Maintaining this crazy fake dating scheme is like walking a tightrope.

But at least they’re out of my house. That alone is a relief.

Although getting them out of there did come with a disappointment I never expected.

Travis didn’t need to spend the night last night. He won’t have to spend the night with me at all anymore. Which means our hookup arrangement is over, right? Which means I should probably stop daydreaming about his dick and his ass and his mouth, because we’ve taken that off the menu.

Sure, I might still get to kiss him if we need to be together in front of Elise and Grant again before they go home. But after what I’ve experienced with him, a kiss is not going to be enough to sustain me. And I don’t even want to think about what happens when they leave and the entire ruse is over.

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