Except you’re never going to do any of that because this is all fake. You’ll never get to have sex with her for real.
I try not to think about how disappointed that makes me feel and refocus.
“Say you’re close,” I whisper to her.
She blinks quickly for a moment. Her expression turns pleading, and her chest heaves as she takes a breath. “Oh god, Nick. I’m so close!”
Thank fuck I’m sitting. If we were standing, my boner would be tearing through my pants.
“That’s good, honey. Come hard for me.”
Her eyes widen, and she pulls her lush bottom lip through her teeth. She breaths harder and faster, then she starts to moan.
She closes her eyes, her head falls back, and her mouth falls open. She lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. Then she whimpers and cries out.
My jaw drops.Holy fuck. Is that what she sounds like when she comes for real? Because if that’s the case, that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Need courses through my body. The need to hear her make that noise again. The need to find out of that’s what she really sounds like when she has a real orgasm.
Quit thinking about that.
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Now you go,” she says softly.
I nod and let out a rough groan.
“God fucking damn it, you always make me come so hard, honey,” I grit out while I hold her gaze.
Her mouth parts open, and she gasps softly. For a long moment, we just stare at each other. The air between us is thick. Both of us are breathing hard. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m so turned on, it hurts.
Just then, we hear clapping and whistling behind the door, and it snaps us out of our trance.
“Damn. Bravo,” a male voice on the other side of the door says.
Poppy covers her hands over her mouth and lets out a muffled, “oh my god.”
I just chuckle. “That’s a good thing they heard us.”
“You think Brody finally left?”
“Oh, definitely. I’d bet my life.”
She stands up. “I need to make it look like we just hooked up.”
She turns away and messes up her hair, then bunches up her dress to make it look wrinkled. I take that moment to discreetly tuck my boner into the waistband of my pants and stand up.
I let out a breath of relief when she turns back to me and doesn’t seem to notice the raging hard-on I’m trying to hide.
“Ready to go back out there?” I ask.
She nods. When we open the door, the entire second floor cheers for us. Some guy pats my back as we walk by. Poppy’s face is bright red, but she’s chuckling.
I glance around and see that Brody is nowhere to be found. Good. Fuck that asshole.
“That was mortifying,” Poppy says as we head back downstairs.
I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t. The fact that they thought it was real shows just how convincing we were. We deserve an Oscar for our performance.”
She laughs. I take in how fucking adorable she looks with her hair all messed up. I bet she looks this cute first thing in the morning—hair messy, eyes puffy with sleep, skin pink and flushed…just like it is when she comes…
