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Phoenix and Maddie cover their faces with their palms. “She’s really not.” Phoenix waves her hand. “But it is adorable that she knows her favorite movies by heart.”
Corabelle blushes at her friend’s compliment. And suddenly, I want to watch all her favorite movies with her. “What’s your movie snack of choice?” I want to know everything about her.
“Sour patch kids. Or sour gummy worms.” She grins. “I like cookie dough bites, popcorn, nachos, hell, give me a fully loaded hotdog where no one can see me make a scene in the dark while I eat it, and I’m there.”
She’s a woman after my own heart. Except she isn’t.
I’m simply a means to an end for her, a business arrangement, a fake husband in every aspect.
But sitting listening to my fake wife have real fun with our real friends makes me wonder what it would be like if she was my real wife.
“What’s your favorite movie snack of choice?” She twitches her foot to let me know she means me.
“Peanut butter M&Ms in hot, buttery popcorn. Like, lotsof butter. Like so much butter you think it’s too much butter, and then even more butter.”
Tessa laughs. “Our cousin Lara introduced him to the ‘popcorn with your butter’ thing, and he’s stuck with it ever since.”
“She’s been my favorite cousin ever since.” It’s true. I was easily bought. There’s nothing that tastes more delicious than popcorn dripping in butter.
Tessa shakes her head. “We joke that his heart is pumping butter through his veins.”
Corabelle smirks. “Is that why you work out so much? Because you eat like a college kid?”
Huh. I hadn’t realized she’d noticed that I work out. Maybe she’s guessing from my general body shape. Maybe she’s noticed my gym bag in the trunk of my car. Either way, it seems she has me all figured out.
She sits up and pats my stomach. “You don’t get abs like these from eating like shit.” She answers my unasked question.
“I only joined Blackwell Publishing because you have a really great dental plan, and I need to save my molars.”
She rolls her eyes at me again, then yawns. It’s the very excuse I need to whisk my beautiful bride, with a lacy garter wrapped around her thigh and no panties on, up to the newlywed suite on the top floor of the hotel.
I clap my hands together, making Talia jump out of her skin. “I’d love to stay and play truth or dare, but I’m going to take my stunning new bride upstairs before she’s too tired for me to have my way with her.”
Tessa covers her ears, yelling “La, la, la, la, la,” while the rest of our friends whoop and holler.
Corabelle reaches to put her glass on the floor and stands up, stretching her arms overhead before she yawns again. “I think you might be too late, husband.”
“Think again.” I bend enough to throw her over my shoulder, while our friends enjoy her shrieks and “put me down.”
Thor calls after us to put a sock on the door handle, and Jagger offers to bring us a bucket of ice. Kenzie tells me with a sassy smirk on her face that there’s a gift on our bed, from all our friends at Club Protocol.
“If anyone needs us, don’t. We’re busy.” I smack Corabelle’s ass through her dress, eliciting another out-of-character squeal.
Now that the thought is in my head, I hope against hope that my bride isn’t too tired and hasn’t reinstated her dumb as rocks tenets, because I want her, no, need her.
And I hope to fuck she needs me right back because if she doesn’t, it’s gonna be a long night of fisting my dick to the mental images of my wife in her wedding dress.
CHAPTER 24
Cora
My fake husbanddoesn’t put me down as he walks to the hotel elevator, instead he slips one of his hands underneath my dress and skilfully finds my naked pussy making me moan as I dangle in a very unladylike fashion over his shoulder.
The audacity.
Though the adept way he navigates my piercings, making me tremble with his fingers, has its perks.
He doesn’t put me down when he makes it to the elevator. Instead, he glides his fingers through my wetness and circles my clit making me squirm.