Page 149 of The Fake Date Agreement

Can’t do this here.

I rip my mouth from hers as I move us toward her door. “Key?”

“Right pocket.” Her mouth crashes back onto mine the second the last word leaves her lips. I fumble for her pockets, searching for her key, but keep getting distracted by her lush curves.

I’m so fucking hard. I need to be inside her.

“Caleb,” she moans.

Right. Key. Got it.

I yank it out and groan in frustration because getting her door open would be easier if I stopped kissing her to unlock it.

Tobie laughs into my mouth, breaks the kiss, and takes over, unlocking the door for me.

I’m laughing as we stumble inside her room.

She’s back to grinding on me as the door slams shut behind us.

I’m not even looking where we’re going as I cup the back of her head, still kissing her as we topple onto her bed.

We fight with our clothes.

I shove her dress up so I can see those gorgeous tits while I fuck her. She wrenches her panties down as I fumble to get my wallet out of my pocket, nearly dropping it.

Finally, I fish a condom out as Tobie sucks my tongue into her mouth.

We’re groaning, squirming together.

I pull away, yank my pants down, and get the condom on my dick in record time.

When I slip a finger in to test her wetness, her pussy contracts around me.

“Now,” she whimpers, eyes huge, spreading her legs wider. “Please, now.”

I thrust into her. Hands clasping her hips, I fuck her like she’s the air I need to breathe.

She’s moaning as I drag her toward me and the pressure in my head builds. She feels so perfect. I can’t believe this woman is mine.

I hold her gaze as my balls get tight. A roar starts in my head as she cries out. Her pussy clamps tight around me, and I slam into her one last time, groaning as I jerk and strain inside her.

I slump, forehead against hers, both of us panting as she winds her arms around me.

For several seconds, we hold each other, our breaths evening out.

I lift my head to peer down at her. “I have to punch your ex in the face more often.”

She laughs, sliding her arms around me and tilting her face up, an invitation for a kiss I’m happy to give her.

“You ready to go to this party?” I ask, not wanting to move.

It was the same before. Leaving her took every ounce of strength in me and then some. If we don’t move soon, we never will.

“Not really,” she admits, stroking her hands up and down my back, “But we agreed.”

Yep. We did.

“Come on, let’s get up.”

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