Page 63 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

Her lips flatten into a line.

“But I see you’ve already found my replacement.” I cross my arms and let her read the mischievous sparkle in my eyes.

“You’re going to make this awkward, aren’t you?” She steps back.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” I climb onto the bed and crawl to her.

Jeanie pins herself to the headboard, clutching the pillow to her lower half. She’s so embarrassed, she won’t even look down at me.

Meanwhile, I’m focused on what she’s hiding. I reach around and stroke the back of her bare legs. They’re silky soft and feel so damn good.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Defending my territory. I can’t be outdone by my own sex toys.”

I jut my chin in the direction of the nightstand. Aligned neatly on a towel and freshly cleaned are Mini-Wolf’s vibrating dick, lip suckers, and tongue. Every single one is recharging. She’s been busy. More importantly, she’s been thinking of me.

I grin, and her cheeks blaze.

She lifts her pillow to cover her face, leaving everything south in full view. Above me, her scream is muffled in the fluff of the pillow. In front of me, I take in her pussy.

“How many times did you come tonight?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, what?” She peeks over the pillow.

I give her a fierce look, willing her to answer.

She clucks her tongue, like she’ll regret sharing the information. “One,” she says, but then bobs her head like she’s recounting. “Three—ish.”

“So, I’ll need to give you at least twice that.”

“Only six? Why not seven?”

“It’s cute you think I’m joking.”

She draws in a breath as I lean forward and press my lips to the top of her thigh. The skin is so creamy there, I lick it.

“That’s . . . that’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about.” She drops the pillow and clutches the headboard when I pepper slow kisses over her trembling skin.

“I think we should take this thing to the next level, for one night. I mean, not that level, but the level below that. More like picking up where we left off. Try the full experience,” she says quickly.

“One night with your bare pussy on my face? Is that what you’re proposing?”

She scrunches her nose like she’s in pain or deciding or both.

“Yes!” The word bursts out of her when I breathe over her sex.

“So, seven?” I nuzzle my nose between her slit, and she hisses.

“Let’s start with one and see how you do,” she says, sputtering the challenge as I lift her leg and hook her knee on my shoulder. Being wrapped in her is un-fucking-believable.

“Number one’s starting out—mediocre,” Jeanie says teasingly.

“We can’t have that.”

I grab her ass cheeks and fall back onto the bed, tugging her down with me. The room tilts, and Jeanie squeals at the unexpected position change.

When we land on the mattress, I’m on my back with her knees folded over my shoulders. Now we’re where we should be. She’s kneeling above me, her glorious pussy hovering over my face.