My (Mostly) Fake Wedding - Penelope Bloom Page 0,4

wanted to hook up with on sight. I especially wasn’t the girl who brushed aside a very real concern that I was helping someone cheat on their significant other. But for some reason, I believed Chris when he said it wasn’t what I thought, even if that made me a gullible idiot.

None of the above was me. I was the one guys saw platonically. That’s why I got into the whole Lance mess in the first place. So what the hell was going on? Was there some mysterious glitch in the matrix that was making Chris Rose—Chris freaking Rose—mistakenly see me different?

He towered over me in the small bathroom, but the way he was looking at me was doing wonders for my self-confidence. I was standing in an airplane bathroom covered in God only knew what kind of nastiness in nothing but my panties. A mega-famous NFL quarterback was a few inches from me, and now he was stripping his shirt off.

Maybe the plane crashed on takeoff, and this was heaven.

Yeah. I decided to go with that. It wouldn’t be very Christian of me to not enjoy myself in heaven, right?

In the distance, I could’ve sworn I heard the sound of a higher being threatening to smite me for involving religion in my mental gymnastics.

Chris’ body was covered in tattoos, and the combination of endless muscles, dark black ink, and the shine of the overhead lights bouncing off the ridges of his abs made me feel like I was going to pass out. If this really was heaven, why hadn’t anyone thought to lead with this part in the Bible? Sure, trumpets and singing were great, but… Okay, yeah. I was definitely going to be smote any minute now, and not just by the towering hunk of muscle undressing in front of me.

“Why are you going to New York?” Chris asked the question almost casually while he undid his jeans and started pulling them down. Dark blue briefs and a bulge to write stories about, by the way.

“Is that really important right now?”

“I prefer to know someone before I put my dick in them. That’s all.”

I opened my mouth, not sure how to respond. Chris saved me the trouble when he moved toward me, both of us still clad in our underwear. He cupped my chin like he was making sure I wasn’t about to change my mind. Then his mouth crashed against mine.

His lips were like velvet waves I could get lost in. His tongue was the riptide, threatening to pull me out so far to sea that I’d never be able to swim back. The only thing to do was ride the wave—and potentially his cock, I was dirtily inclined to note.

He broke from my lips and kissed my neck. Warmth exploded across my skin like a chemical reaction. Rationality and logic started to dim until only the base, instinctual thoughts were punching through the haze.

Hot man.

Kissing me.

Want more.

Rebound sex.

That last thought was enough to temporarily zing me out of the brain fog. I was rebounding, wasn’t I? Meaningless, cheap sex to take away the sting of what happened with Lance. But was that so wrong of me?

“You never answered my question,” Chris breathed into my neck between kisses. He was taking handfuls of my breasts now, rubbing the occasional circle around my hardening nipples with the pad of this thumb. His knee had also found its way between my legs, and I could feel my dampness soaking through to his skin.

“You kissed me before I could.”

“Fair.” Chris bent, sucking my nipple into my mouth and making me gasp.

“Could you—”

“Stop?” he asked, looking up from my breast. “No. I don’t think I could unless you commanded it.”

I closed my eyes, looking up to the ceiling. “I’m going to New York for a meeting, if you’re so—ahh,” I had to stop to bite my lip when he slid his hand in the front of my panties. He took a greedy, exploratory path that led his middle finger down past my clit where it hooked into my entrance. I was wet enough that he glided in effortlessly. He somehow found the magical place to apply pressure against my walls, shocking a surprised breath out of me and making me clench all over—including down there, which only intensified the feeling.

Chris grinned up at me, then took my earlobe between his lips and kissed softly. “You’re tight around my finger. Not sure my dick is going to fit.”

I decided to take his