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After,we lay on my bed, a tangled, sweaty mess of satisfaction, I roll onto my side so I am facing him, my hand resting casually on his chest. I have to admit, I love being with the guy. He makes me feel things I have never felt. He draws me out of my shell and makes me feel confident in myself.
“So, did your granddad cough up your inheritance?” I ask.
He winces. “Slight hurdle with that…”
“What?”
“He thinks we’re engaged.”
I sit up in shock. “Engaged? How the hell did he get that idea?”
“I may have told him we got engaged last week at his party. I didn’t have much of a choice, he was onto us—”
“Ontoyou,” I interrupt. “This is all you, Noah. Not me.”
“You kind of made it your problem too when you blackmailed me into giving you a percentage of the company,” he reminds me. “A company that is not going to exist if I don’t get my grandfather to agree to release my trust fund.”
“So, what now?” I ask.
“Now my grandfather is expecting all of your family and friends to be at our engagement party next weekend.” He pauses, before looking at me. “I think we might need to get married.”
“Married?” I yell.
He shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “Maybe. It might be the only way to convince him we are genuine.”
“But we’re not.” I shake my head and climb out of my bed, snatching up a change of clothes from my closet. “Nope. I didn’t sign up for this.”
“Come one, please, Lucy. I can make it worth your while…” The inside of me melts. He can sense I am caving, so he takes my hand and pulls me back down onto the bed. “Let me show you all the ways I can make you want me.”
Dammit, I already do.
But I can’t let him know how much I like him.
“I’m only doing this because I need the money,” I lie to him. “If you don’t get your trust fund back, then I end up with nothing.”
“I’ll take that,” he nods. “But I promise you, I am going to make you see this isn’t just about the business anymore. It’s about how much I want to be with you.”
“What am I supposed to tell my family?” I wonder. “They’ll never believe I got engaged to someone I barely know.”
“But you do know me,” he reminds me. “We’ve known each other forever, remember? I’ve wanted you forever…”
“What?” I study him, not sure if he’s telling me the truth this time, or not. “You have not.”
“I have.” He nods, his firm hands cupping my ass. “Since I found those stories,” he murmurs, kissing me along my neck. “All I could think about for months was you. Do you have any idea how dirty I felt, jerking off while thinking about my best friend’s kid sister?”
“Really?” My heart races. He nods and rolls me over onto my stomach, easing my legs apart. I bite my lip, groaning as his erection presses against me.
“There was one story in particular,” he begins, breathing the words to the back of my neck as he ruts slowly against my ass. One of his hands remains by my head, holding most of his weight, the other holds my hip, fingers spread out and grazing the sensitive tendon that connects my thigh to my pelvis. His voice drops an octave, growing raspy and dark. “About how I'd find you at home, after school one night. No one else was around. I'd have some bullshit excuse, but you'd see right through me. You'd know I came there to see if you were really the good little girl you pretended to be.”
I know the story he's talking about. It's one of the…more graphic and mortifying ones for him to have read. My fantasies had run a little wild in that one.
Even hearing him talk about it, I can feel my cheeks flushing scarlet, and I can remember how absolutely gut-wrenchingly embarrassed I'd been to know he'd read it. To think he'd been thinking about that story too, that it might have turned him on…
“You remember that one, Sloan?” he purrs, his lips brushing the warm shell of my ear.
I don't trust myself to speak, so I nod, and lift my hips a little in silent encouragement.
