My (Mostly) Fake Wedding - Penelope Bloom Page 0,37

door swung shut before Luna could get a glimpse, and I heard hushed, harsh whispers along with Luna’s little voice and a million questions.

I pushed off Chris, then gave his chest a little shove. “What the hell are you doing? Did you lose your mind in here?”

“I didn’t ask for Milly to come with you,” he said, chuckling. “Shouldn’t my wifey have a little more natural possessiveness than to let another woman into my dressing room?”

I threw his pants at him, which he thankfully held over himself, even if it wasn’t with much shame. I could still see way, way too much, and this was about the last place in the world I wanted to get all hot and bothered. I used my usual trick of looking above his head, hoping my peripheral vision wouldn’t absorb too much.

“I’m not your wifey. And you’d been in here so long I figured you were dressed.”

Chris shrugged.

“What were you trying to accomplish, anyway? And why are you so hard?”

Chris moved the pants away from his cock, which was still full-mast and throbbing. I hated that the sight of it made my knees want to go weak. I hated that he could blunt force me over the head with how much I wanted him. I wished I didn’t crave him like I did, but I did my best to pretend it wasn’t affecting me.

“Well,” he said, covering himself again. He lowered his voice, leaning in close. “I had this fantasy where you came in, saw me naked, and then you lifted up that skirt and let me take you from behind. I’d just pull your panties to the side and give it to you quick. From there, the hard cock kind of came naturally.”

I took a slow, shuddering breath. “You can’t do things like this.”

“If you’re going to try to pretend you don’t want it, I’ll have no choice but to keep doing things like this.”

I swallowed. “I’m not pretending,” I said in a hushed voice. “I’m trying my hardest to be a responsible adult. We both have a job to do with this fake wedding. I have a business to save, and you have a career to salvage. Neither of us need to complicate things by screwing like bunnies every chance we get.”

“Yeah? There’s a tarantula named Leg-olas who wants to know why you risked his life and eight limbs for a little booty call last night, then.”

My cheeks went hot with embarrassment. “He’s quicker than he looks. He would’ve got away if you tried to hurt him, so he was safe.”

“Right,” Chris bent his neck, planting a kiss on my earlobe that I wasn’t strong enough to pull away from. I closed my eyes, letting it happen. “I’ll put my clothes on. I can tell you’re about to lose it if this goes on much longer. I just needed you to remember you can’t fight it forever. You can’t even fight it for one day, Belle. Remember that.”

I turned my back so he could get dressed, but my brain went ahead and vividly pictured what was going on behind me. Long, sculpted legs sliding into his briefs. The bulge of his cock pressing against the cotton, practically begging for the palm of my hand. I could see the rack of abs all down his stomach and the sharp lines of muscles that started at his sides and disappeared into his waistband. Worst, I could see the calculated, amused glint in his wolf-like eyes as he watched me pretend I wasn’t imagining and enjoying every second of this.

“Do you guys need a condom in there?” Milly asked through the door.

“What’s a condom?” Luna asked.

“Something to save the world from Chris making copies of himself and unleashing them on the rest of us.”

“Cool!” Luna said. “Like kryptonite? Is it Uncle Chris’ weakness?”

Chris was smiling. “Uncle Chris has no weaknesses!” he shouted through the door as he buttoned up his dress shirt.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself from inching closer to him. I reached up and helped him with his tie, then pressed my palms to his chest, straightening the wrinkles from his shirt.

He smirked down at me, lowering his voice. “Okay. Maybe I’ve got a weakness for one thing.”

“Dad jokes?” I asked.

Chris ran a taunting finger along my jaw, then brushed my lip with his thumb. “You, stupid.”

I gave him a playful shove. “Good thing you ruined that by calling me stupid, or I might’ve actually been tempted to start liking