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After speaking to Freddie, I was going to cut physical contact out completely. Even for the cameras because I thought we didn’t really need that anymore. But as soon as Freddie’s fingers brushed over me for the very first time, all that went out the window. I can’t ignore the way I want him, the way I still have a crush on him after all these years.
“Ooh wow,” I cry out as a powerful shudder tears down my spine. “Fuck, Remy.”
His lips graze kisses over the hypersensitive tops of my thighs while his fingers lightly stroke my soaking wet slit. My back arches with pleasure, my hips grind against his hand with desire. By the time he plunges deep inside my folds, I can’t contain myself. I call out his name once more, loving the way it feels on my lips. It feelsright, like it belongs in my mouth.
The thrusts of his fingers make my head loll to one side with desire. I can hardly keep my eyes open as he massages me, hitting all the right spots, absolutely intoxicating me. I remember the last time we were together; I had the sensation that I was an addict, and that Remy was my drug.
I feel the exact same way now. My addiction is a million times worse. I want him so badly my body feels like it will wither away and die if it doesn’t have him.
By the time, Remy’s beautiful plump lips crash against my clit, I can’t contain the screaming. Thank God Megan is at work because I absolutely can’t contain myself. He has me out of control.
If we’re going to be unable to control ourselves like this, then we’re definitely going to have to be more careful. I don’t think we’ll be able to be around other people. Certainly not those who will kill us for overstepping these lines.
His rough, hot tongue circles my clit, building up an absolutely intense pressure of pleasure. I grip tightly onto the couch cushions as my body flips out of control. I don’t want to keep moving away from his mouth, but my hips are doing whatever the hell they want. I have lost power over myself completely, which continues as his tongue plunges deep within me too. This wonderful sensation is incredible, I never want it to end. Fucking hell, who knew it would feel likethisto have his mouth wrapped around me, to be at the tip of his tongue?
As soon as Remy senses what I really enjoy he becomes a madman on a mission, the bliss is an onslaught. The waves build up powerfully, with every broad stroke of his tongue, until the lightning bolt of pleasure explodes electricity all the way through me.
The tsunami of orgasm washes through me so hard, I don’t recognize the primal sounds vibrating in my chest, nor do I realize that I’ve wrapped my legs around his neck until I start falling down the other side of pleasure mountain, sinking deep into the waters of desire.
Fucking hell, that was powerful, it was overwhelming, I can hardly breathe as I remain lying back on the couch, completely under his spell. The gasping ragged breaths make my chest rise and fall as I try my absolute hardest to gather myself up quick. Because I’m not done with Remy yet. Not even close, he might have sated me a little, but I still crave more.
He’s unleashed a dragon of desire within me, one that needseverythingfrom him. Does Remy sense it? I’m sure he must know that he’s swallowed me up whole. I just hope he doesn’t end up spitting me out and leaving me without him. My body won’t take that.
Remy grabs my thighs and yanks me to the edge of the couch rapidly, knocking even more air out of my lungs. I push myself up into a sitting position to seek out his lips as soon as I can get hold of them. Ineeda freaking kissnow. What I’m not expecting though is the taste of myself on his lips. Another new sensation which is phenomenal with this man.
No one has ever made me feel like that before, ever, which might be why no one ever stuck. Remy might be all wrong for me, but he’s the only man who sets me alight as much as this. By the time his thick, throbbing erection teases my entrance, the addiction is so bad I can’t tease him even if I want him. Ineedhim, so I slide myself forward, drawing him in me.
I’m not the only one groaning with bliss as we interlock around one another, with my legs tightly gripping to his back once more because I know I can’t let him go, not now. I can’t work out who’s noisier as the thrusts intensify. I know we’ve already been in this position once before–although maybe notthisposition–but it feels all new. Every time this gorgeous man buries himself deep inside of me, I get dizzy with bliss. The pleasure hasn’t really left me. It’s still there careening through me, which means it’s even more powerful than ever.
By the time I tumble over the edge and orgasm for another round, I’m not alone. Remy’s body is bucking with pleasure as well. He’s losing his freaking mind, and I love it. I lean back and watch him, because he’s at his most gorgeous when he’s vulnerable and falling apart. I remember that from the last time we were together. It’s one of the memories that’s remained in my head all these years. My heart melts, my chest heats up as I watch him lose his mind. The sight of Remy in ways that I know others don’t get to see, really amps up the pleasure.
Every fiber of my being is consumed in fireworks, every cell in my body reacts to this man. I really do feel like I’mall in, in a way I haven’t been before. With anyone. Fucking hell, why does it have to be this way with the one man who’s off limits?
Eventually we crash onto the couch together, panting, sweaty, and in one another’s arms. Remy is way too clothed for my liking here, I’d love to be able to run my hands all over his body, just as he is mine, but I can’t catch my breath enough to speak. He really has drained and exhausted me in the best way possible. Grateful that he’s still here, I hold on to him for as long as I can.
But eventually, the heat shrouding us starts to subside, leaving us both in cold, stark reality. It’s then things become just a little uncomfortable because we know we’ve fucked up. Again. I’m shocked how I managed to swipe reality to one side so we could fool around once more. Just because it feels good, doesn’t mean itisgood…
“I think we should talk,” I say quietly as we slowly pull apart from one another. “A bit of an awkward one, but one that I think we need.”
“Mhmm, yeah, you’re right,” he agrees with a similar strain in his tone. “We’ve got to be a bit more careful, haven’t we? So, we don’t make things more complicated than the already are.”
Sickness swirls in my stomach because we’ve just gone from riding a powerful and intense high, to a sinking low. All because we know we shouldn’t cave in to temptation.
“So, I’m your fiancée in public only,” I reiterate, trying to act like this is fine. Because really, I do need Remy on my arm. This publicity is vital for me. “That’s good. I think if we stick to that, then everyone will be happy around us.”
As Remy moves away from me and dresses himself, I tightly tie my robe around me, but more for protection this time, rather than just to cover myself up. My heart feels like it’s sitting on the line here, far more than it should be, which means it could be stomped on at any given moment.
“I have to go to work,” he mutters, almost under his breath. I hate the way he can’t meet my eyes now. Not because I feel used or anything, I know this isn’t like that, but because we have to stuff down our feelings which means we might not be able to meet eyes again. “But I will be in touch, okay? We’ll sort out how this will work.”
I swallow hard. “Sure, whatever you want, Remy. Whatever works best.”
My whole body deflates like a balloon as I watch Remy leave. Things weren’t supposed to go this way. He wasn’t supposed to leave like this. It actually might be the best for both of us if we set out some strong boundaries and stick to them, so my heart doesn’t get damaged. His too, because we really can’t ever make this real. No matter how much we want to.
Chapter 8
Remy
I’msupposedtobein the office right now, I know that, but I haven’t got the brain for work. Not after what just happened. This whole fake fiancée thing was supposed to make my life a little better. I thought it would be easier to have my mom think that I’d found love, and I also thought that the press thinking I’m settled down would be easier for me to manage.
