Page 94 of Fake it With Me

“Darek, I need you inside me,” she whimpered.

“Soon,” I promised, though my own control was hanging by a thread.

I kissed my way back down her body, this time not stopping at her thighs. When my mouth finally found her center, she cried out, her hips lifting off the bed. I gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I tasted her. She was sweet and everything I craved.

“Oh god, oh god,” she chanted, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I used my tongue in long, slow strokes before focusing on her clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Her thighs began to tremble. I knew she was close. I slid two fingers inside her.

“Come for me,” I commanded against her skin. “Let me taste you.”

She shattered a moment later. Her body trembled and arched. I couldn’t wait another second. I ripped the condom open, slipped it on, and slid inside her with one hard thrust.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, small sounds of pleasure escaping with every jerk of my hips.

“You feel amazing,” I groaned. “So perfect.”

My body was demanding release. I increased my pace, thrusting into her with more force. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, mixed with our ragged breathing and her soft moans. I shifted the angle slightly, pushing up on my arms and letting my hips do all the work.

“Right there,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

“Look at me,” I commanded. “I want to see your face when you come.”

Her eyes opened, locking onto mine. The connection was intense, more than just physical. It felt like I could see straight into her soul, and she could see into mine. There was nothing hidden between us in that moment.

She let out a low keening sound.

“Come for me, Liza. Let go.”

Her orgasm hit like a wave, her body clenching around me so tightly I nearly lost it. She cried out, her back arching, and the sight of her coming undone because of me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. A few more thrusts and I followed her over the edge, burying myself deep as my release tore through me. I groaned her name, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

I collapsed beside her, both of us breathing hard. I pulled her against my chest, not wanting to let her go. My heart was still racing, my body still humming with the aftershocks.

I pulled the covers over us. We didn’t need to talk. I didn’t have to ask her to stay in my bed. She wasn’t going anywhere.

The next morning, I woke at dawn like always. Liza was still asleep beside me, her hair spread across the pillow, one arm thrown over her head. Beautiful. Peaceful.

I lay there for a while just watching her, still half in that happy bubble from yesterday’s victory. Then I carefully extracted myself from bed and started getting ready for the day.

I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard her phone buzz on the nightstand. Once. Twice. Three times in quick succession.

I ignored it at first. It wasn’t my business. I wasn’t the kind of person who checked other people’s phones. But then it buzzed again. And again. Someone was really trying to reach her.

What if it was important? What if something had happened?

I walked back into the bedroom and glanced at her phone. The screen was lit up with notifications, all from the same sender.

Della.

My stomach dropped.

I told myself to leave it alone. To wake Liza up and let her check her own messages. But my hand was already reaching for the phone, already swiping to read the preview text that was visible on the lock screen. If it was the agency, it concerned me. I needed to know if our little secret was out of the bag.

Hi Liza! Hope the Sullivan job went well. I have another opportunity for you.

The preview cut off there, but I could see there were four more messages.