Page 79 of The Fake Out

Alex was still laughing as he walked out the door. The last thing I wanted to do was get off Blaise’s lap. His cock was pressed hard against me, and I was itching to have it inside me again. His cock was perfect, and I missed it.

Blaise shifted me off his lap and adjusted himself in his pants.

I got up and brushed myself off, trying to will my horny thoughts away. “Sorry, baby.”

His ocean-blue eyes sparkled at the pet name I let slip. “S’okay, sweets. I have to travel tomorrow, anyway.”

I tried not to look disappointed by that. “But you can still come on Friday, right?”

“Of course. I get in early on Friday morning. I can make it.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m going to get my tips re-dyed.”

“Okay.”

“I’m thinking of a different color.”

He frowned for a second but then nodded. “What color? Maybe I can wear a matching tie.”

I put a finger on my chin in thought. “Purple.”

“Send me a photo when you get it done.”

He stood up and bent down to kiss me. He smacked my ass lightly. “Get back to work.”

I glared at him. “I only like that when I’m over your knee, and you’re about to fuck my brains out.”

“Fuuucckkk...” he drawled out. “Come over for dinner tonight, please?”

I smiled at him. “Maybe I should make you wait until the wedding.”

“Sweets, please. I want to have you as much as possible until...” I knew why he trailed off. After the wedding, we were done. We would tell everyone we broke up and went our separate ways, but a part of me didn’t want us to end.

I reached up on my tip-toes and kissed him. “Okay, I’ll come over tonight.”

I walked Blaise out and kissed him again at the door. “Oh my God, please go before I drag you upstairs.”

When I walked back to the reception area, Olivia and a redheaded woman stood at the desk fanning themselves. “Whoa. That’s quite the man you have there,” the redhead remarked with a smile.

I smiled and put my hand out to her. “Yeah, he is. I’m Veronica. What are you looking to do today?”

I fell onto the bed face-first, panting. Blaise laughed from behind me. His big hand soothed down my back and slapped my ass as he pulled out and got rid of the condom. I laid my head on the pillow and smiled when he returned to the bed and pulled me into his chest.

I trailed a finger across his chest hair. “I was really wound up,” I told him.

He kissed the top of my head. “You missed me.”

I held my forefinger and thumb together. “Maybe just your cock.”

“Liar.”

I laughed into his chest, sighing at the feeling of being back in his arms. I had missed him so much. I really shouldn’t have, but I did.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table, and his chest rumbled with a laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly.