Page 72 of Pretend To Be Mine

I pulled back just enough to unfasten my belt, my hands shaking slightly with urgency. Elizabeth helped, her fingers brushing against mine as we worked together to free me from my pants.

I remembered the condom in my briefcase. One. A single condom.

Something told me that was not going to be enough.

It would have to do. Just enough to take the edge off until I could get her back to my place.

“Don’t move,” I said.

“Hurry.”

I grabbed my briefcase and found the condom. It’d been in there a while, but it wasn’t too old. I ripped it open and rolled it on, squeezing the base of my cock once before returning to where she sat. She had taken off her panties. Her legs were open and her chest heaving.

When I finally pushed inside her, we both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation. She was tight and hot and perfect, taking me in with a gasp that turned into a low moan.

“Okay?” I asked, forcing myself to hold still despite every instinct screaming at me to move.

She moaned in response, her nails scratching down my back. I hissed as the pain only intensified the pleasure.

I started slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching her face for every reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head fell back against the mirror. I picked up the pace.

The counter was the perfect height, giving me leverage to thrust deeper. Elizabeth’s legs tightened around me, pulling me closer, demanding more. Her nails scraped down my back, probably leaving marks, but I didn’t care. I wanted her marks on me.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her eyes opened, meeting mine. The connection was electric, sending white-hot heat straight to my balls. It wasn’t just sex. It was more, something that terrified and exhilarated me in equal measure.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Let go for me.”

“Adrian!” She broke off with a cry as her orgasm hit, her whole body trembling with the force of it.

The feeling of her coming around me and the sweet sounds she made were too much. It pushed me over the edge. My thrusts became erratic as I chased my own release, finally finding it with a groan that I muffled against her shoulder.

I pulled back slowly, both of us wincing at the loss of contact. She looked thoroughly ravaged—hair messed up, lips swollen, skin flushed. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“We should probably get back out there,” she said, though she made no move to leave the counter.

“Probably.” I didn’t move either, just stood there looking at her. “Elizabeth.”

A sharp knock on the door interrupted me.

“Adrian!” Annika’s voice was muffled but urgent. “We need you for the press interviews!”

Reality crashed back in. The show. The press. The fact that we’d just had sex in my dressing room when I should have been out there doing my job.

“Five minutes!” I called back, already reaching for my clothes.

Elizabeth slid off the counter, looking around for her dress. “Shit, the pins.”

“Leave it,” I said. “I’ll have someone bring you something else to wear.”

“But Annika spent so long on this.”

“Elizabeth.” I caught her face in my hands, making her look at me. “I don’t care about the dress.”

I pulled on my underwear and pants and walked to the door. I opened it just a few inches. Annika was walking away.

“Annika!”