Page 33 of Fiancé for Hire

Her friend hurried away, her laughter following behind her.

Antika dropped her head on Drevon’s hard muscular chest and groaned.

What am I doing?This was not supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. All she’d wanted was a date for a couple of events, and now she had a fiancé. It was almost laughable. Almost.

“I think Tamera might be on to something.” Drevon leaned back slightly forcing Antika to lift her head. “Why don’t we take this back to your place or mine? We can get more acquainted,” he said, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers the way he’d done moments ago. The gentle, rhythmic motion was driving her crazy, in a good way.

Her brain screamed—No, we can’t get better acquainted! At least not physically, but every other part of her body was screaming—Hell yeah.Let’s do this!

“Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen,” he added, and Antika laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Hand in hand, they left their hiding place. Antika wished they could just leave the building, but they had to return to the table for Drevon’s hat and her purse.

Maybe by the time they got those items she would’ve talked some sense into herself.

Maybe.

ChapterSeventeen

They barely made it through the front door of Antika’s condo before they were stripping each other out of their clothes. Drevon’s shirt was tossed to the floor, and he had somehow unzipped her dress. It was now pooled around her ankles before Antika kicked it away.

Drevon backed her to a nearby wall, his mouth devouring hers like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten in years. Their tongues tangled, teased, and they reveled in each other’s taste as their hands were all over each other’s body.

The ride back to her place had been twenty long minutes, and if it had been a minute longer, Antika would’ve begged him to pull over. That’s how much she wanted him. That’s how much she craved his hands and mouth on her body. That’s how much she wanted to feel him buried deep inside of her.

He kissed her with an intensity that left no doubt that they wanted the same thing. And if the hardness of his body pressed against hers was any indication, they needed this.

“Damn, baby. Everything about you drives me crazy,” he said against her lips, his voice rough with desire.

Same, she almost said, but when he slid his hand beneath the waistband of her panties, all thoughts fled her mind. Antika moaned, and her body sizzled from his touch while his fingers crept lower behind the lace. She opened her legs wider, longing for all that he planned to give her when he reached the entrance between her thighs.

More!Her brain screamed, and it was as if her lower body had a mind of its own, grinding against his hand, begging for more.

Her arms tightened around his neck as their kiss deepened. His touch was divine ecstasy, but it wasn’t enough. She still wanted more. This wasn’t like her. This greedy need to beg him to screw her until she screamed his name. She couldn’t help what she wanted. Her body craved a release that would make her weak in the knees.

As if sensing her growing frustration, Drevon slipped a finger inside of her. Desire clawed through, pushing her toward a dizzying hunger that practically had her leaping out of her skin.

She ripped her mouth from his. “More,” she begged, pleased when he inserted another finger, and yet another, gliding them between her slick folds while his thumb teased her clit.

His digits massaged her inner walls, and a lust-filled moan escaped her at the pleasure he was stirring. And when his mouth touched her neck, Antika almost lost it. He kissed, licked, and nipped at her skin while maintaining a steady rhythm with his fingers.

“Oh, yes. Dre, yes,” she panted, her breathing more labored as she rode his hand.

She bucked against him while he worked his digits in and out of her, going deeper with each thrust.

Antika knew it wouldn’t take long for her release as her hips rocked to the tempo that he had set with his fingers. While her passion grew, so did his speed, and her control slipped even more as she held onto him tighter.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Drevon crooned.

A hysteria of delight built inside of her. It was the combination of that panty-melting voice, his fingers giving her a workout, and the delicious torture he was performing on her neck. Her body vibrated with liquid fire. Her thighs crushed his hand between her legs, and the passion simmering inside of her grew to a boil.

“Dre!” she screamed, unable to hold on as her release hurtled her to the point of no return.

Slamming her eyes closed, she clung to him like a lifeline while she shattered around his hand. Antika collapsed against Drevon, grateful that he was able to hold her up.