Page 254 of By His Vow
Forcing myself to stop thinking and freaking myself out, instead, I hold on for dear life and just pray that when this all comes to a head, I’ll be able to survive it.
He fucks me with slow, measured strokes. It’s nowhere near the hard and fast fucking I really need to clear my head, but at the same time, it builds me higher and higher to the point that when his fingers graze my clit, I explode in the strongest release of the morning.
I clench so hard around him that he has no choice but to fall over the edge with me, his dick jerking violently inside me as he fills me with ropes of hot cum, branding me on the inside just as he has the outside.
I’m fucked.
So royally fucked.
“Fuck, that was good,” he pants before dropping to his side and pulling my body tight to his, holding me as if I’m going to shatter into a million pieces as our heart rates return to normal.
I only manage to lie there for thirty seconds max before my head starts spinning with thoughts again and I attempt to roll away from him.
Snuggling in bed isn’t helping with anything.
“Where are you going?” he asks as I sit on the edge of the bed and comb my wild hair back from my face.
“I’m not spending the day rolling around in bed with you. I’ve got things to do,” I lie.
“Oh?” he asks. The sheets rustle, and I don’t dare glance back. He’s going to look like a sex god, I just know it. “Care to enlighten me? Because I don’t think there is anything that could be better than spending the day rolling around in bed.”
“Don’t you have to work?” I ask hopefully.
“Nope. I told Miles I was spending today with my wife. I’ve neglected her this week, and I want to make up for it.”
“Why?” I blurt before I get a handle on my mouth.
“Why what? Why do I want to spend the day with you?” he asks, sounding confused.
“You don’t like me, King. Why would you choose to?—”
“Tate,” he breathes before the warmth of his touch burns down the length of my arm. “I’m beginning to realize that I like you a whole lot more than I probably should.”
I hop to my feet and force some distance between us. The second I move, I cringe, feeling the evidence of what we just did leaking down my thighs.
“See. That…That is exactly why we shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, throwing my arm back to gesture to the bed he’s still lying in and what we did this morning. “What you said, the reason why we shouldn’t spend the day together.”
“Why the hell not? Isn’t it better this way?”
“No, Kingston. It is not better this way. Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my face into my hands as he moves behind me.
I sense him coming, my skin tingling as he gets closer.
“Don’t touch me,” I warn, able to predict his moves.
“Fuck that, Tate.”
His hands land on my shoulders, and I’m spun around before I get a chance to argue.
My lips part, ready to fire back at him, but then my eyes catch on his and all of my fight leaves me.
“We’re married now, Tatum. We don’t have to continue fighting each other. It’s okay to…be the couple we’re pretending to be.”
My brows pinch as his eyes bounce between mine.
“But it’s not real.”
“Says who?”