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“Right over there.” My grandfather gestured toward the fridge. “I used that clip magnet since they stopped by the day before my surgery. I didn’t want to lose it, but I had too much going on to worry about properly filing the information away for later.”
I felt as though I’d somehow stumbled into another dimension as Jeremy called the moving company and talked them into making space in their calendar for me…at six o’clock this evening. The team they were sending to my apartment was supposed to be done for the day by then, but the extra thousand dollars he offered to pay to expedite the move had them more than willing to make the time for us.
“Of course, that’s assuming you both don’t want to just move in here now?” Grandpa asked after the arrangements were made. “You wouldn’t have to wait long for your privacy. One of my other local properties isn’t currently occupied, so I could transition there as soon as my hip is back in shape.”
I shook my head. “I am not kicking you out of your home, Grandpa. And certainly not when you’ve just recently had your hip replaced.”
“As far as I’m concerned, it isn’t mine any longer, dear. I meant it when I told you that I would sign the house over to you when you were engaged. I need to call my attorney and get the ball rolling on the paperwork, but that doesn’t mean you need to wait for the red tape to be handled if this is where you want to live.”
Grandpa’s reaction to our news was confusing. With how protective he’d always been of me, I’d expected at least a little pushback on how fast Jeremy and I were moving. Instead, here he was, arranging for me to move in with the man who I’d only known for a little more than twenty-four hours.
Sure, we’d spent each minute of that with each other, but he had no way of knowing that. Thank goodness, because it was already unsettling enough sitting across from him with Jeremy’s come rubbed into my skin. I would’ve been a hot mess if he’d known that I spent the night in his bed…and barely got any sleep.
And if I wanted any of that to happen again soon—which I definitely did—we definitely couldn’t move in here with my grandfather. No matter how big the house was.
My voice squeaked a little when I replied, “Thank you, but no.”
“We’ll be fine at my place for now,” Jeremy added, casting a knowing look in my direction.
Grandpa nodded. “Okay, I’ll let my attorney know there’s no rush on the transfer of ownership then. It will probably take a few weeks for the deed to be changed over into McKenna’s name.”
“How about you focus on your recovery and we can worry about the paperwork later?” I suggested.
My grandfather shook his head with a laugh. “I can do both at the same time, dear. Lifting a pen to sign some papers won’t be too taxing for me.”
This situation had turned into a snowball that got bigger as it rolled down the hill, and I was right in its path…bound to get hurt in the end. Once the property was mine, I would have to figure out if I was willing to sell it to Jeremy for his project. Or potentially risk the end of whatever was happening with us since he’d agreed to this fake engagement because he wanted the house.
But that problem was for another day. Right now, I apparently had to head back to my apartment to pack up my life so I could move in with my fake fiancé.
Luckily, that process went smoothly. By the time the movers arrived, I had all of my possessions ready to go. Except for the majority of my art supplies since I still planned to use my studio for painting, much to Jeremy’s chagrin since he wanted me to bring literally everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone showed up to convert one of his rooms to a studio tomorrow with how much he’d grumbled about it. Not that I was complaining because his utter commitment to having me live with him made me think he wanted the same as I did—for this fake engagement to turn real.
With that thought on my mind, I wandered upstairs and peeked in the guest rooms since I’d barely gotten a look at them when Jeremy had given me a tour of his home yesterday. The one directly next to his was my favorite, and I was standing in the doorway when he joined me after sending the movers on their way.
Although I’d spent last night in his bed, I didn’t want to make any assumptions since my grandfather had been the one to suggest I move in here. “Do you care if I take this room?”
9
JEREMY
My brows slammed down, and my face twisted into a scowl. “Of course I fucking care. You’re my fiancée, McKenna. You sleep with me.”
She cocked her head to the side and put her hands on her hips, unknowingly pushing her tits out and making my mouth water. “Not yourrealfiancée,” she stated, her tone exasperated.
I was so fucking tired of her reminding me that she thought this relationship was temporary—that it was fake.
Slipping one hand into her dark-blond locks, I fisted the strands and drew her head back. My other arm snaked around her waist and yanked her into my body before I slid my hand down to her leg and up under her skirt to palm one of her ass cheeks. Then I dropped my head so our faces were only inches apart and narrowed my eyes as I glared at her. “It didn’t feel real when I had my tongue in your drenched pussy?” I growled. “Or when I was making you come on my fingers?”
I pressed her tighter against me, then ground my hard-on into her stomach as I moved my hand between her legs and cupped her hot center. “It sure as fuck felt real when I popped your cherry and buried my cock deep inside you before filling you with my come.”
McKenna’s hands were gripping the front of my shirt, while her mouth formed a little O, and her brown orbs had taken on a glassy sheen.
“There is nothing fake about the burning passion between us, nothing fake about the pleasure we give each other.” I brought my lips close enough to hers that they brushed together when I finished with, “I think you need a reminder just howrealthis is. You are mine, McKenna.”
I sealed my mouth over hers and plunged my tongue through her open lips, tangling it with hers. Without breaking the kiss, I bent my knees and grabbed both of her thighs, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around my waist. Then I stalked down the hall to the primary suite and kicked the door open.
I set her down next to the bed and pulled her dress up and off before tossing it to the side. Her tits practically spilled out of her dainty lace bra. And the matching panties made my cock flex with anticipation. Grabbing the center of her underwear, I yanked, tearing the fabric away from her body.
McKenna gasped, but I swallowed the sound when I took her lips again, while my fingers deftly unhooked her bra and drew it down her arms. Her body trembled, and the simmering fire inside me burst into an inferno.
