Page 65 of The Fake Husband Play
The drag of him lights up nerve endings deep inside, I’d forgotten were there. But it’s his expression that drives me to the edge faster than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I’ve never felt more seen, more special, like something as rare and wonderful as a secret garden full of music only a precious few ever get to hear.
He picks up the pace, and I meet him stroke for stroke, both of us groaning as his hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together beside my head.
It’s such a simple thing, holding hands during sex, but it breaks something open in my chest.
I really am safe, here, with him. So safe and so full of joy and hope, I can’t contain it for another second.
I have my first penetrative-sex orgasm with his name on my lips and tears on my cheeks, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. And he’s right there with me, whispering sweet things I can’t understand in French as he buries his face in my neck and follows me over.
My name wrenches from his throat with a ragged cry, and I hold him through it, the same way he held me—this big, strong man who’s shattering to pieces in my arms.
After, I glide my fingers through the damp curls at the base of his neck as he pants against my throat, fighting the urge to say ridiculous things.
Like I love you.
I love you, never leave me or give me a reason to doubt that this magic is as real as it feels right now.
Then, he kisses me, soft and slow, before whispering, “Stay with me? I can get up early and carry you back to your bed so Mimi doesn’t know, if you want. I just… I need you here. Right next to me.”
“I need that, too,” I say, smiling up at him as he pulls back to gaze down into my blissed-out face. “But I don’t think we need to worry. Mimi likes to sleep in on Saturdays. And if she does realize I slept in your room, I’ll just tell her the truth.”
His brows lift with a startled jerk that makes me laugh.
“Notthattruth,” I say, with a laugh that makes me very aware of the fact that he’s still buried inside me. I bite my lip as I add, “I’ll tell her that you were lonely and needed cuddles and, as a friend who likes you very much…I was happy to oblige. Mimi knows we all need cuddles sometimes.”
“Idoneed cuddles,” he says, his lips curving as he adds in a softer voice, “and to fuck you again as soon as possible, but we won’t share that part.”
I giggle as he flips us over, guiding me on top. “No, we won’t,” I agree. I reach down, holding the base of the condom in place as I slowly unseat myself from his softening length. “We’ll keep that part to ourselves.”
As he disposes of the condom with help from some tissues by the bed, I can’t help noticing again how foxy his cock is, even in its semi-flaccid state. “I meant what I said about your cock, by the way. He’s a special little guy.”
His eyes narrow in a mock glare as he stretches out beside me. “Little guy?”
I shrug, fighting to keep a straight face. “I mean, compared to the rest of you, yeah. Compared to, say, an arm or a leg or your intestines. Did you know that your intestines, once unrolled, are over twenty-six feet long? That’s longer than an Olympic diving board.”
“I’m going to toss you off a diving board,” he growls as he rolls on top of me again, still doing his best “I’m pissed” face.
I giggle as I cup his cheeks in both hands. “Stop. You can’t do it. Your fake mean face isn’t scary, baby. Not even a little bit.”
He smiles, his gaze softening in a way that makes my stomach flip as he whispers, “I like it when you call me baby. Keep it up, and I’m going to be hard again in no time.”
“Terms of endearment turn you on?” I ask, skimming my nails down his back.
“When you’re the one saying them,” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
I sigh as I murmur, “I’m glad your mean look is only for bad guys. Youwerepretty scary earlier tonight, though. For a second there, I thought you were going to introduce Brad to your fist.”
“I thought about it, believe me,” he murmurs against my skin before he pulls back to meet my gaze. “But I try not to indulge that part of myself. And I signed a code of conduct addendum to my contract. If I start punching frat douches on Bourbon Street, I could lose my job, and since we’re all depending on me for health insurance…” His loops hook up on one side. “I figured that probably wouldn’t be a smart idea.”
My ribs tighten again, making it harder to breathe as I whisper, “You were thinking of us? Even then?”
“I’m thinking about you a lot lately,chère,” he says, the hint of embarrassment in the words making them even sweeter. “It might be becoming a problem.”
I shake my head, heart swelling until it’s so full it feels like it might explode. “No, it’s not. It’s the best.You’rethe best, and I…” I bite back the scarier confession, trying to leap out of my mouth. Instead, I take a breath and say, “I’m so glad I’m here. With you.”
“I’m so glad you’re here with me, too,” he says, and then he proves it.
