"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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As we climbed the stairs and turned toward the east wing, nervousness set in. I had learned that Shawn was very intent on separating the fake from the real, and that left me to wonder what would happen between the two of us at night when we were alone. It stood to reason we'd have sex, and he had made sure our room was away from the others. But did he want privacy so we could be intimate or so that his family wouldn't know we weren't being intimate?
It was so confusing. He so easily compartmentalized, but for me it was impossible. Everything I knew and felt about him wrapped itself tightly around me at all times. There was no separation of the pretend and the real except for how he reacted to me.
Silently as I worried about the impending situation, I followed him through double doors into a beautiful master suite. The room had two ornate mahogany dressers and a matching four-poster queen bed. Our luggage sat at the foot of the bed, opposite a small sitting area with two armchairs and a mahogany table. A fireplace lined the inner wall and the floors were hardwood covered almost entirely by a plush rug. Though it was traditionally decorated, a flat screen TV centered the wall across from the bed.
As I stood taking the room in, worrying out our situation, Shawn removed his suit jacket, humming as he did, obviously unaware of my anxiety. Next he loosened his tie and flung it over one of the chairs. He turned back to me as he unbuttoned his shirt and paused, noticing I hadn't moved since entering the room.
Before he could ask, I blurted out what had me fretting. "Am I off-duty or on-duty?"
A small smile crossed his lips. "My family's not around." Yes, he'd made sure of that. "Off-duty. Besides, I told you I'd never use sex as part of the sham and I intend to have sex with you now."
The shiver that passed through me caused every hair on my body to stand on end. "Really?"
"Of course." He continued to pin me with his stare as he resumed his unbuttoning, moving slower than he had before.
I took in a shallow breath. "We've never spent the night together."
"So we haven't." He took a step toward me, his sly grin growing wider. "Are you nervous?"
Yes. "No."
His brow rose as if he sensed my lie. "You should be. You'll be within my reach all night long. I expect you'll be sore tomorrow."
My nervousness melted away, replaced by intense arousal. "Hmm. Sounds lovely."
"Good. Go get ready for bed." He nodded toward the en suite bathroom door. "Don't take too long. I'm eager to lick you senseless."
I didn't hesitate, grabbing the small bag that held my toiletries as I scurried into the bathroom. After I shut the door behind me, my finger lingered at the handle while I considered locking it. But why would I do that? Any invasion Shawn planned I would welcome.
