Savannah’s sister is marrying the man who broke her heart. To survive the wedding, she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. But as pretend kisses start to feel real, Savannah must choose—keep the act going, or risk everything for the man who’s been by her side all along.
“I’m sorry?” I stammered, confusion washing over me. Roman’s arm tightened around me, a warning. Chloe’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Dean, half-laughing and half-serious, looked like he was struggling to contain his amusement. His shirt was carelessly half-undone, adding to the absurdity of the situation. Chloe stepped forward, her demeanor dripping…
Roman sipped his drink, his grip on the glass tightening to the point of whiteness. His eyes blazed with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. “Dean?” I heard him mutter under his breath, discomfort threading through his tone. Roman’s knuckles were white as he clenched his drink, never breaking eye contact with me. I…
His hands climbed higher, exploring my body with a possessive urgency. “For the act.” “A performance,” I whispered, kissing down his neck, my lips teasing the sensitive skin just above his collarbone. “Finish it then,” he growled, thrusting upward into me again, his need unmistakable. “Make them remember what they’re missing.” I locked eyes with…
My hands cupped his jaw, pulling him in for another kiss. Sloppier. Hungrier. He pulled me closer, his voice ragged with desire. “Ride me like you did the chair.” I obeyed, moving in slow, grinding circles. Filthy, deep rolls that sent shivers down my spine. My garter rode up, and his hands were now gripping…
“You don’t have to pretend,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I saw the way you danced. That wasn’t for Roman. That was for all of us. For me.” I flinched at his words. “Dean, I’m warning you-“ He set his drink down and moved closer, invading my space. I took a…
Then, with a roar, the engine sprang to life. Roman’s foot pressed down hard on the gas pedal, and we shot out of the driveway, the tires screeching against the asphalt as if the night itself demanded to bear witness to his fury. It felt as though he needed to unleash his anger, to make…
His eyes were darkened with desire, his breath coming in heavy pants. “Tell me why.” I shook my head, desperation creeping into my voice. “There’s no audience… Let’s not, Roman.” “I don’t need a fucking audience… I want you.” With a low growl, he reached across the console, gripping the back of my neck and…
His grip on my throat tightened as he continued to piston into me. “You feel that?” he groaned, his hips crashing into mine with a raw urgency. “That’s what you’ve been missing, Sav. That’s what every other man could never give you.” Words failed me. All I could do was moan, panting heavily, drool slipping…
Roman was my anchor. My best friend. What did this mean for our friendship? The most precious bond we shared? Now, what were we? Where did this leave us? What was next? Roman continued to look at me, confusion etched on his face as if he couldn’t comprehend why I was so still. I marveled…
As we arrived at the house, I caught a glimpse of the living room lights flickering through the windows, a clear indication that someone was still awake. Just perfect. I noticed both Dad’s and Mom’s cars parked in the driveway, but Dean’s absence was unmistakable. Roman maneuvered the car with precision, circling to my side…