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.
“Are you ever going to give me a warning before you throw me around like some rag doll?” she grumbled, her voice laced with playful indignation. A low, amused chuckle escaped my lips. “That’s a charming question… but the answer is still no.” Her eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with a mix of disbelief and…
“It’s strategy,” I replied, glancing up through my lashes, letting my mouth linger in a way that had her thighs twitching with anticipation. “Lose focus, and you lose answers.” She was breathing heavily now, her skin flushed and alive with need. “Ask.” “What did we do last night, Sav?” I asked, my tone casual, as…
“That you were going to beg me.” His voice was low, dangerous in that way that made my stomach clench. “I’m not-“ The flick of his tongue erased every syllable from my head. I arched, pulling hard against the belt, but he pressed me flat to the bed with one palm on my stomach. The…
He had something on me. I replayed all the answers to the clues in my mind; my ex. Sex. Making a video. It finally clicked. Dean had used it to blackmail Roman. The truth slammed into me at the exact moment the orgasm hit. My back arched, the belt biting into my wrists as my…
My pulse throbbed in my ears like a war drum. “But why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why put me through all of this-“ “I didn’t want you to feel…” His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper, laden with sincerity. “…violated twice.” The room fell into a profound silence, the air thickening with unspoken tension.…
Another day, another absurdly frustrating event. Of all the trials I’ve faced in my life, nothing has tested my patience quite like witnessing Dean glide around, embodying the ideal fiancé to Chloe. The air was alive with the soulful sounds of a Bluetooth speaker, blending a nostalgic medley of Motown and classic rock-Marvin Gaye’s smooth…
I grimaced at the double entendre. “You’re disgusting.” “And you’re bitter. A bitter little sexy liar.” His tone dripped with mockery. “You orchestrated one grand lie just to win me back. I should give you a trophy for Most Obsessive Ex.” He reveled in his own cleverness, a twisted pride evident in his expression. I…
“Good.” I leaned in a fraction closer, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. “And let’s keep it that way.” A smirk danced on his lips, a playful challenge in his eyes. “What? Are you worried she’s going to find out?” I took a moment to gather my thoughts, mentally bracing myself for the…
“I’ll contact the guys in charge, let them know someone’s been snooping-” He started to reach for his laptop, but then halted, his expression shifting as if he had just remembered he’d left the stove on. “Wait. What happens if Dean tells someone? Has he told your sister already?” His voice was laced with concern,…
His gaze sharpened, a flicker of intrigue lighting up his eyes. “Keep talking.” “Maybe a little bandage play. Role-play, knife play. Whips and leathers. Perhaps even… submission?” I bit back a smile, reveling in the shock that danced across his features. His voice dipped, taking on a rough, low timbre. “Submission? You’re playing with fire…