Page 102 of Cinderella Is Faking It

“Yeah, since gold seems to come up again and again, between the melody stone and Lyra’s necklace and the memory spell, I figured that was quite fitting.”

I couldn’t even start processing the fact that he had put that much thought into getting me a notebook, because my eyes landed on the small booklet that had been hidden in the box under the journal. “Wait. Wait. Are those- Did you get me personalized page flags?”

“For each character and each setting,” he leaned over and tapped the different symbols printed onto the color-coded sticky notes. “I don’t know if that makes sense, but I asked both Defne and Brody, and this is the system they agreed on. If you want different ones-” I didn’t let him finish, my mouth on his stifling the rest of his reply.

“This is the best thing I have ever received in my entire life,” I squealed through a clogged throat as tears started springing to my eyes.

“Just FYI, you’ll have a lot of those page flags. Turns out, you can’t just have them made in packs of ten.”

“Beck, I lov-” no, no, no, no,no.No. “I loveit. Thank you.”

Kissing him again, I rose to my feet and took my gift with one hand, and took him by the other, leading him back to the bedroom to thank him properly. My gift on the nightstand, I sank to my knees and smiled up at him and said: “Eyes on me.”

He let me start my way, testing his little reactions to my fingers, my lips, and my tongue, but when I grazed my teeth over his head, Beck groaned and snapped forward. He grabbed my hair in two fists and took his pleasure from my mouth. His way.

Afterwards, I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and slipped on my nightgown, only to find Beck lying in bed completely naked. He was the textbook definition of gorgeous, all lean muscles and olive skin, tanned from two days in the sun. “Are you trying to seduce me, Beck?” I laughed, arms crossed over my chest.

“I’m the picture of innocence.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Come here,” he grinned, that damn twinkle in the corner of his mouth.

“Not with you looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to leave a permanent mark on my body.”

Beck groaned and pulled a pillow over his face. I used that chance to climb over him and lie flat against his chest, soaking up his warmth and his intoxicating, fresh smell. “Next time,” I promised and whispered a kiss against his sternum. “When you haven’t fed me four pounds of pasta.”

“I can go slow,” he promised, his hands folding around my back.

“Would you even enjoy that?Vanillasex?”

“Trust me, I will enjoy fucking you in each and every way.”

“Hey, Beck?” I pushed myself up, the inkling of an idea forming. “You say stop, I stop.”

“What are you talking about?” He raised his brows but let me direct his hands up to the headboard. I grabbed the ribbon from my gift box on the nightstand. This bed frame wasn’t quite as ideal as Beck’s metal one at home, but I still managed to weave the red silk through the gaps in the wooden slabs and tie it around his wrists. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“I thought you knew what a red ribbon means.”

“That’s not how it works, Blondie.”

“Isn’t it?” I smiled sweetly and pulled my nightgown off, before sliding down in his lap until my bare hips moved over his. He reacted instantly, a thick bulging pressure against my middle. Beck’s arms jerked against the ribbon, and he let out a long huff. “What does the red ribbon mean, Beck?”

“It means, you’re the only one who touches me.” His voice sounded like the growl of a caged tiger ready to pounce.

I gyrated my hips over him, pulling a deep groan from his chest. “Who gets to fuck you, Beck?”

“You do.”

“Excuse me?” I reached around and gave his thigh a light slap, earning myself a low growl and a jerk of his hips hard enough to make me wince.

“Just you.”

“See, I know how this works.” I lifted myself just enough to position him inside my fold and let him slide back and forth. The traction sent a shiver down my spine and had his hips snapping up, pushing harder against me. I had to steady myself with both hands on his chest. Even tied up, the force of his body was enough to wreck my balance. “Who gets to ride your cock?”

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