Page 66 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
Her eyes met mine, and I could see the effect my words had on her. Her pace quickened, her breath coming harder.
“I love the way you feel around me,” I told her. “So soft, so tight… you make it impossible to think about anything else.”
Her lips parted as I ran my thumbs along her hips. “You’re perfect, Sadie. Every part of you.”
She rolled her hips again, deeper this time, and I felt her shiver. I pressed my hand to the small of her back, urging her to keep going.
“You’re making me lose my mind,” I said. “You’re even prettier when you’re on top of me and I get to watch you come undone.”
Her face flushed, her movements growing restless as she chased the edge. I felt her start to tighten, her breath hitching.
“Come for me again,” I murmured. “Let me see you, let me feel you.”
Her nails dug into my chest, her head tilting back as the first sharp tremor tore through her. Heat clenched around me in deep, insistent pulses, each one stronger than the last, her body bowing as if she couldn’t contain the rush. Her thighs pressed tight to my sides, her hips jerking in small, frantic movements while her breath came in broken gasps. I kept my hands firm on her hips, holding her to me through every shudder until the ripples softened to a slow, lingering squeeze. Only then did she sag forward, her skin flushed and damp, her heartbeat quick against my chest.
She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, her forehead resting against mine. I slid my hands over her back, down to her hips again, feeling the aftershocks still flicker through her.
When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were still hazy. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I shifted under her, pulling her down harder onto me, setting a quicker pace. She rose to meet me, her breasts brushing my chest each time she leaned forward. The slick heat of her around me, still sensitive from release, made my own control start to fray.
“You feel incredible,” I said. “I’m not going to last.”
Her lips curved into a faint smile. “Then don’t.”
That was all it took. I gripped her hips, thrusting up into her until my release hit, my muscles tightening as I spilled inside her. She stayed with me through it, her hands on my shoulders, her body moving with mine until I slowed.
We stayed connected for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, the quiet hum of the house around us. Then she eased off, sliding down beside me, her skin warm against mine as I pulled her close.
She lay on her side with her hair spilling across my chest. My arm stayed around her, reluctant to let go, even as the air between us settled into a quieter rhythm.
“You can stay,” I said, running my hand down her back. “We’ll deal with the rest in the morning.”
She shifted enough to meet my eyes. “I can’t. Mom’s AA sponsor is with her, and I don’t want to keep her there all night. She’s doing this as a favor.”
“I could hire someone,” I offered. “When you move in, she’ll need someone to check on her during the day anyway. I can make sure she has help before that.”
Sadie’s mouth curved faintly, though there was something guarded in her eyes. “That’s generous of you. Thank you.”
The words sounded genuine, but the way she said them twisted in my chest. It was as if she was slotting it neatly into the arrangement column—something I could provide, something she owed me for. It felt transactional, and after what we’d just done, I didn’t want it to be.
I wanted to tell her that. That she didn’t have to sleep with me to earn anything from me, that maybe this wasn’t just an arrangement to me anymore. But before I could find the words, she made it easy—too easy.
“Harrison,” she began, brushing her hair back as she sat up. “We probably shouldn’t… do this again.”
I pushed up onto one elbow. “Do what?”
Her cheeks flushed. “Indulge in our adult desires,” she said with a wry smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “If this is really just an arrangement, we’re going to confuse ourselves. And Eloise. In five years, when it’s over, it’ll just get messy.”
She looked like she hated saying it. Like she didn’t fully believe it. But she still started gathering her clothes from the floor.
I sat there watching her pull her jeans on, that uneasy weight in my chest growing heavier. She thought keeping our hands off each other would make the next five years cleaner and easier. But what if the part she wanted to call messy was already here for me? What if I couldn’t keep this in the neat little box she was trying to put it in?
“Sadie—” I started.
She cut me off with a quiet “Please,” as she hooked her bra and took my shirt, sliding it on and closing it in the front. Her sweater was in the front room with her purse, next to a forgotten stack of paperwork, and I wanted her to stay, not go home. Still, I respected her wishes and stood up, gathering my own slacks and putting them on.
She led the way to the kitchen where she exchanged my shirt for her sweater and hung her purse over her shoulder. We signed the papers quickly and I walked her to the door. She hesitated with her hand on the knob, like she was thinking about saying something else, then seemed to think better of it. “Goodnight, Harrison.”
