Page 73 of My Fake Fiancé


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I watch Mandi get out of bed, admiring her naked form before she grabs her robe. I’m not sure what it was, but last night, neither of us could get enough of the other. Just as she was falling asleep, I started to kiss her neck, and when I was drifting, she sneaked under the covers to blow me.

“Do you want in the shower first?” she asks. “And no worries on Chevelle, she leaves super early.”

“Go ahead.”

She leaves the room and I sit up in bed, wondering how this will all go down. How I’ll ever leave Sunrise Bay after we’re wed.

Deciding I better just worry about the immediate issues, I unpack my suitcase into the dresser drawers Mandi said I could use, but the first drawer I open has a stack of books in it. I flip through one, instantly realizing these are journals of some sort. One catches my eye as I’m about to move them out of the drawer.

“Dream Wedding.” It’s in a different handwriting than she uses now, so I assume it was written by a much younger version of herself.

I listen for the shower, knowing this is an intrusion on her privacy, but I want to know what she envisioned for her wedding since she’s let everyone else have their way through the planning process. Opening the book, I see cutouts from magazines. Flowers, dresses, bridesmaids’ dresses. Whoever Bentley Powers is, I’m annoyed, because she’s written her name as Mrs. Bentley Powers or Mrs. Mandi Powers about a hundred times down the page. I’d like to tear out that page and put it through an industrial shredder.

But what I find on the last page is so breathtaking, I wonder if I can replicate it with not a ton of time left.

A couple stands under a wooden arbor with flowers covering most of it. It would be perfect for the outdoor wedding we’re planning. Imagine her surprise when she walks out and finds me waiting under one.

The shower stops. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opens, and I hear her say, “Noah, I was thinking. Are people going to think it’s weird we’re not going on a honeymoon?”

I stuff her wedding book in my camera bag and throw my clothes into the other drawers. “No, we’ll just say we’re planning one after tourist season is done.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” She comes into the room in only her towel.

“Come here,” I say, widening my legs.

She does as I ask, and once she’s situated between my legs, I untuck the towel and it falls to the floor. “Whoops.”

“Really? That’s all you got?” She gives me her saucy grin.

I raise my hands and mold them to her tits, my thumbs stroking her nipples. “Well, I could say it one more time before we both have to go to work.” I bend down and take one of her nipples in my mouth.

“You really are insatiable.”

“And you love it,” I say against her damp skin.

“Yeah, I do.” She arches her back, offering herself to me.

Next thing I know, I’m on my back and she’s above me.

“Shit.”

“What?” Her hand slides down my body, gripping my length.

“I’m out of condoms. I was going to go to the store today.”

“Well, good thing for you I’m on birth control, but are you clean?” She looks at me like an interrogator, and I laugh.

“I’m clean. It’s embarrassing, but I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time, and I was tested after. You?”

She nods. “Are you comfortable with it?”

I flip her onto her back. “Is that a trick question?”

I run my hand through her folds to make sure she’s ready, and as always, she is. And then I slide the tip of my cock through her folds, focusing on her clit. She groans at the sensation.

“Bet you’re wishing you would’ve told me sooner we could go bare.”

“You’re delaying it for both of us here.” She brings her hands around to grip my ass, trying to pull me forward.

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