The Bookworm's Guide to Faking (The Bookworm's Guide #2) - Emma Hart Page 0,78

for more right this second. I was happy to oblige and did just that—gave her more and more until her whole body was shaking and her muscles were taut and tense beneath me.

Then I moved my tongue against her clit in such a way that she came undone in mere seconds.

I peered up, still licking her, and watched.

It was fucking beautiful.

She was fucking beautiful.

I pulled away from her, wiping my mouth, and grabbed my jeans. My wallet was in my pocket, and I’d tossed a couple of condoms in there a few days ago.

Just in case.

I retrieved one and ripped the foil to take it out. Holley laughed breathlessly when she saw what I was doing.

“Like magic,” she breathed.

“I came prepared.” I smirked, stepping out of my boxers. I rolled the condom down the length of my hard cock and joined her back on the bed.

She pulled my mouth to hers. Her legs fell open, and I slipped between them. I grabbed her ass to position her so I could easily push inside her, but I’d barely touched the head of my cock against her wet pussy when she pushed down onto me herself.

Jesus.

Fucking.

Christ.

Fuuuck.

I instantly groaned into her mouth, the sensation almost overwhelming. I couldn’t move yet because I knew that the second I did, it would be game over for me.

She was tight.

Wet.

Ready.

And my cock was throbbing like a desperate bitch.

“Sebastian,” she whispered against my mouth. “Get on with it and fuck me, or I’m going to flip us over and handle it myself.”

“Terrifying,” I whispered right back. “You asked for this.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist right as I moved. I thrust into her only to be rewarded with a breathy moan, and it hit me.

She really was ready.

Thank fuck for that.

I gave up all attempts at holding back. Relief flushed through me as I fucked her hard and deep, letting our bodies take control of the moment. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails burying themselves into my skin. There would be marks, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was this—the insane need I felt as I fucked her.

I tried to kiss her, but neither of us were able to keep it up. Sweat dripped down my back, and breathing was hard and heavy. Holley’s was the same, interspersed with moans that were driving me wild.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

She cried out, and I did, too.

I came hard, my cock throbbing the entire time. Holley’s muscles tensed and tightened around my cock, drawing the orgasm from me, and I collapsed on top of her.

“Oomph,” she said, gasping for air.

“Sorry.” I propped myself up on my elbows and dropped my head, kissing her softly. “Are you convinced now?”

“Can I—a minute.” She rolled her head to the side and caught her breath. “Convinced. Yes. Me. Yes.”

Laughing, I pushed myself up and pulled out of her. “All right down there?”

“Water. And a pee,” she said, forcing herself to sit up.

“I’m sorry?”

“I need water. And the bathroom.” She rolled over and tried to stand up, but instantly fell back.

I smirked and removed the condom, tossing it in the little wicker trashcan by her door.

She tried to stand a few seconds later and achieved it. “Don’t look so cocky.”

“Can’t help it.”

“Try.” She leaned down and kissed me but lost her balance and collapsed into a heap on the bed. “Shit.”

“That’s fine. Come here.” I lay down and pulled her against me. She entwined our legs so that we were fully knotted up and rested her cheek on my chest.

“Your heart is beating like mad,” she whispered after a moment.

“And yours isn’t?”

She tilted her head back and met my eyes. “It is.”

“Good,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “Get used to it. It’s going to happen a lot from now on.”

EPILOGUE – HOLLEY

rule twenty-three: you can’t fake it forever.

someone tell saylor. quick.

two months later

“I can’t do this,” Saylor said, pacing up and down the front of the store. “It’s too much.”

I blinked at her. “Saylor, you’re scaring away potential customers.”

“Holley, my life is falling apart!”

“No, it’s not,” Kinsley interjected. “You’re just horny!”

Saylor threw her arms in the air. “Oh, and it’s all right for you, Ms. I’ve Got Sex On Tap! You don’t have a sexy British god walking around your apartment in sweatpants and no shirt!”

“We can swap,” Kinsley offered. “Josh farts and leaves the toilet seat up. I really wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, that.” I pointed at her. “If Seb doesn’t start putting the seat down when he’s done, he’s gonna