Page 20 of The Fiancé Hoax

With Felicity wearing my ring, I'd have a good shot at keeping custody of the girls. Plus, I'd get to work on a new business project. That was a relief—I'd felt stagnant in my work for so long.

And the girls would finally have a maternal figure in their life, even if it was temporary.

Inga was the closest thing to a female role model they had. I was thankful for her—Inga was great. But she had kids of her own. Her family came first, of course.

Eva and Lily would love getting to know Felicity.

But while I had solved my existing problems, I’d also created several new ones.

Namely, I'd have to figure out how to explain this to my daughters. And somehow keep it from my best friend.

But the biggest challenge? Keeping my hands off my fake fiancée.

I had some time before Inga returned home with the girls. Without a further thought, I ran upstairs and slammed the door to my bedroom behind me.

Shedding my clothes on the way to the bathroom, I turned the shower on full blast to cold.

I stepped inside the freezing spray of water. I gritted my teeth.

Get your friend’s daughter out of your filthy mind.

I learned forward and pressed my palms against the shower wall. I'd have to freeze the image of Felicity out of my head.

But those round hips, that long brown hair I wanted to wrap around my fist... Those pouty pink lips that would look so good wrapped around my cock.

Damn it.

Not even a cold shower could help. My hard-on was more persistent than ever.

With a sigh, I shifted the shower valve to hot water. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began to stroke the length.

Earlier, in the kitchen, I'd wanted to unbutton that pretty pink dress she was wearing. I would pick her up and put her on the counter to dive between her legs. I’d taste her sweet honey and make her writhe around and beg for more.

My mouth watered at the thought of sucking her perfect flesh and making her orgasm under my tongue.

Then I would set her on her feet, turn her around and bend her over the counter.

I stroked myself in the shower and increased my speed.

I’d grab her by the hips to lift that perfect ass into the air. Spreading her cheeks, I would enter her slowly, teasingly. I’d reach around and play with her perfect, bouncy tits.

Then I'd push myself inside her walls all the way, making her moan and gasp. I would pump in and out of her tight body until I filled her sweet, hot little pussy with my cum.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered in the shower. I clenched my cock tighter as it throbbed and pulsed.

My release shot across the shower. I moaned, clenching my teeth. I pumped my length, squeezing the last few drops out.

Holy shit. Fantasy sex with Felicity was better than most real sex I'd had in my life.

I cleaned up the shower and myself. But there was no way to get rid of the disgust I felt for myself.

Felicity was my friend's daughter—and now my business partner. I had to get her out of my head.

I towel dried my body and my hair, styling it the way it had been before. I dressed in the outfit I had been wearing earlier so no one would suspect anything.

Then I went downstairs and put the lunch things away. Just as I finished, the front door flew open and the sound of excited voices and commotion entered the house.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Eva shouted. “Where are you?”