Page 99 of The Fiancé Hoax

I nodded. Felicity hadn't told me the details of how Marsh had figured it out. But I didn't bother asking. The guy was a master at reading the room. His sharp eye picked up on everything. He’d probably seen the way Felicity looked at me or heard the way my voice changed when I talked about her. He was good at putting two and two together.

“Are you okay with your father knowing about us?”

She lifted a shoulder. “I guess it doesn't matter, since it's done now. I just hope he doesn't say anything to the judge.”

“Me too.”

“Thanks for coming to the store earlier,” she said. “It… helped. Having you there.”

She gazed up at me, and once again I was made speechless by her beauty. She pressed herself against my torso and parted her lips, making my cock punch up in my pants.

Maybe it was fucked up to be turned on at a time like this, but I didn't care. I needed her.

My hands moved down to cup her voluptuous ass, pulling her roughly against me. She gasped as I thrust my erection on her soft belly.

With my mouth pressed against hers, I kissed her long and deep. She melted against me, her body warm and soft. It felt like home.

I moved her hair off her shoulder, exposing her long neck.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” I said, kissing her silky skin. She moaned.

“I want you, Cooper.”

“Stay right there,” I growled, letting go of her long enough to close my study door and lock it.

I was back at her side a second later, lifting the shirt she wore over her head and moving my hands over her round breasts, showcased in a white lacy bra. I unhooked it and removed it from her arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Her perky tits bounced free, and I moved my hands over them. I bent down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, then the other. She plunged her hands into my hair and tossed her head back, moaning in pleasure.

Impatient and needing to touch her bare skin, I yanked her long skirt down. Then I pulled her panties down her legs. Holding on to my shoulders, she stepped out of them.

I dove between her legs, kneeling before her and burying my face between her thighs.

She was already so wet, and I lapped at her delicate folds hungrily, sucking all her nectar onto my tongue.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” She bucked her pelvis against me.

I could barely breathe, and I didn't mind one bit.

I didn’t need air. I only needed her, this perfect woman standing before me.

As I flicked my tongue over her clit, I slipped one finger inside her, hooking it forward. I knew it would drive her crazy. And it did.

She dug her nails into my back and her muscles began to contract around my finger as she whimpered.

“That's it, baby,” I murmured against her skin. “Come for me like a good girl.”

I sucked her flesh and she closed her eyes, losing herself as she surrendered to the orgasm. She braced herself against me, her legs gone wobbly.

When she came down from her peak, I stood. Sweeping her into my arms, I carried her to the leather sofa.

She was still recovering from her climax. I watched her catch her breath as I removed my clothes.

I shrugged off my shirt, but as I began to unfasten my belt, she moved her hands to mine.

She looked up at me with a naughty smile. “Allow me.”

Tucking her legs underneath her, she perched on the edge of the sofa as she undid my belt and pants.