“That’s it, swallow every drop like a good slut.”
She doesn’t falter, doesn’t blink, just stares up at me as my cock pulses, unloading down her throat.
I heave ragged breaths as I take a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. I lift her in my arms and crash her lips with mine, tasting my cum on her tongue.
We fall back onto the bed, she snuggles against me, caressing my cock.
“You came hard.”
My pulse is still flying from the adrenaline coursing through my body. “It’s been a while. And I wanted you so much.”
She hums. “Same.”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever done any role playing with. It’s not something I ever considered before. I gotta say, it’s sexy as fuck.”
“So, you’re willing to do it again?”
I brush a strand of damp hair off her face. “With you, yeah.”
She drops her head against my sweaty chest. “You’re a keeper as a fake boyfriend.”
I frown, my good mood souring.
Something tugs at my chest.
There’s nothing fake about what just happened between us.
Chapter 42
If you insist on spoiling me
Kazimir
After two more rounds of heart-pounding sex where we came so hard we both forgot our fake names, we made our way back to my house. I was so famished, I could’ve eaten my own restaurants out of business.
“This red velvet cake is out of this world,” Harley says before sliding the last bite between her lips. “I still can’t get over the fact you remembered I told you it was my favorite flavor of cake when we were in the Hamptons.”
Sweetheart, I remember everything about you.“I’m glad you like it.”
“Don’t judge me, but I’m having a generous slice tomorrow morning with coffee for breakfast.”
“I might follow in your footsteps.”
She grins.
I shift in my seat. “Ready for your next surprise?”
Her eyebrows jump. “Because lip smacking cake from one of the best bakeries in New York and expensive champagne aren’t enough?”
“That’s not an answer, Goldilocks.”
“Is that why you cut our time short at the hotel?”
“Still not an answer.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes in a dramatic fashion. “If you insist on spoiling me, who am I to say no?”
“That’s the spirit.” I reach inside the pockets of my sweatpants, pull out an eye mask and dangle it between us.
