Page 35 of Fake Crown

Holy mother of god. Sexy as fuck.

She reaches between us, and she’s got my pants undone and the condom on in record time. When I slide her thong to the side, her wetness is gratifying. I wasn’t the only one on the brink of losing it in the ballroom. I ease into her, and I have to hold still for a beat while I collect myself. She feels fucking amazing.

She arches her back and lets out a moan. “This is all I could think about for hours.”

“Can you come like this?” I ask while I try to keep a handle on my eagerness.

“A little to the right, and hold me tight, and yeah, I can get there.” She kisses me and runs her fingers through my hair.

I make the adjustment, and she lets out a whimper. “Yes?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, and she kisses me deeply. “So much yes.”

Everything in me is screaming to go fast, but I’ve already learned she needs slow and steady for the climb and fast to tip her over. I rock into her while I kiss her neck, and she breathes heavy in my ear. When her breath hitches, I know what’s coming next, and before she can say anything, I increase the speed a touch.

“Jesus, you’re good,” she gasps, and she clutches the back of my head.

I swallow her cries of pleasure with a kiss, and then, as she’s still riding her wave, I come hard and fast behind her.

Posey crawls across the bed toward me, still naked from our second round of the sex Olympics—her phrasing, not mine. One of the only places in my life where I’m content to let someone finish ahead of me is in bed.

She collapses on top of me with a sigh. “Tell me about this fake relationship business.”

“Two orgasms and I’ve already convinced you? Geez. You’re easy.”

“Two orgasms, neither of which I had to fake, is making me contemplate what I am willing to pretend. I’m not sold on the relationship product, but I’m now browsing the store.”

“You know, it might be an opportunity for you to practice having a boyfriend. A chance to slay those old demons in a situation that doesn’t count for much.”

“I am now exiting the store because it reeks of desperation. That is not how you convince me.”

“You’d be a good girlfriend.”

“That’s a no-brainer. I’m good at everything.”

Her airy response makes me laugh. “It’d probably be a shitty job for you with my schedule. Maybe I haven’t thought this through very well.”

“You do realize how convincing works, right?” She crosses her arms over my chest and stares at me.

“That’s what the orgasms were for. That’s my main argument. Incredible sex.”

She taps her lips and then purses them. “I think you’re confusing main argument with only argument.”

“You drink coffee, right?”

“Lattes.”

“Of course.”

“Convincing also doesn’t mean mocking my beverage of choice.”

“Every morning when my practice is done, I’ll deliver a coffee to wherever you are—in class, in bed, wherever you want.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “If I’m to agree to lattes and orgasms, we’ll need some ground rules.”

“Sounds like something you’d want.”

“It’s for your protection.”