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I’d fallen in love with my fake boyfriend.
The devastating confession, even if only to myself, had all my walls crumbling. My body moved of its own accord and my arms swung around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. I kissed him like I’d wanted to for all these months without pretending it was because of alcohol or because others were watching. I kissed him with every ounce of my broken and battered soul.
And it wasn’t until a few minutes passed that I realized he was kissing me back. Like really kissing me. He dragged me into his lap, parting my legs so I straddled him on the bench. He was already hard beneath me, his thick cock wedged right where I needed it.
I rocked against his erection, fire building even through his thick khakis. My panties were so drenched I was sure I’d leave an embarrassing wet spot on the light material.
“Fuck, Lorelei, what are you doing to me?” he growled against my ear as he nibbled on the sensitive lobe. “You’ve got me so damned out of my mind I’m ready to spend the rest of my life in jail rather than let anyone else have you.”
Icy fear licked up my spine. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true.” He claimed my mouth again, stealing the remaining air from my lungs.
What if he really felt something too? Should I tell him…
His hands moved down to cradle my ass, and he lifted me off his lap as he stood, curling my legs around his waist. “I don’t care if it is a terrible idea, or horrible timing, blondie, but I can’t wait another minute to sink my cock inside you.”
His eyes searched mine, and I willed my lips to mutter a no, but the fight was futile.
There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck Axel, to feel his cock inside me, his massive body enveloping me in his warmth and safety. Even if it was only one time.
So my traitorous head dipped, and a feral smile curled the corners of his perfect lips.
My breaths quickened as he lengthened his strides, eating up the asphalt in seconds. The next thing I knew we were standing in front of his Jeep, and he was lifting me into the back. He spread me out across the worn leather and crawled over me. I don’t know how he managed to fit his huge frame in that tiny backseat, but I couldn’t care enough to think about it for long.
I lifted my ass off the leather as he dragged my panties down, then I made quick work of his shorts. His cock sprang free, thick and ready, and anticipation flooded my bloodstream. He wedged his hips between my thighs and those blazing blue spheres met mine.
“You’re good with this, right, even with everything going on–” He chewed on his bottom lip, and gawd, it was so damned sexy. “I never actually asked you.”
“Yes, Axel, I’m so good with this. Please, just fuck me.”
His head fell back, and a deep rumble of laughter pealed out. His big chest vibrated against my own and despite the dozens of questions spiraling in my chaotic thoughts, I relaxed beneath him.
I wanted Axel. I wanted to have sex with my fake boyfriend and fuck the consequences.
He lined his cock up to my entrance and slid his thick head between my wet folds. Every nerve ending lit up in excitement. “Mmm, I’ve been dreaming about this day, blondie. I’m finally going to make that sweet pussy mine.”
A sharp horn blared, sending all lusty thoughts scrambling.
CHAPTER 41
THE LINE BETWEEN REAL AND FAKE
Axel
My head jerked up as a shrill car horn shattered the hot moment in the Jeep, stopping me from burying my cock deep inside Lorelei. I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks now, and some douchebag had to ruin it.
But all thoughts of fucking Lorelei washed away when Cordelia staggered into the road outside the library parking lot.
A string of curses ripped from my mouth. “She’s going to get hit.”
Lorelei’s brow furrowed as she sat up and searched the street through the window. “Who?”
“Cordi.”
I scrambled inside the cramped backseat to yank my shorts back on. Warm, sticky air rushed over my sweaty skin when I shoved the door open and jumped out. As a black sedan sped down the road, cutting a path directly toward Cordi, my blood froze.
Oh, fuck.
