Page 30 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

I shake my head, parking a hand on my hip. “Even now you’re trying to start a fight.”

He steps closer, removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground. “I’m not starting a fight. I’m making a promise.”

I move closer to him, unable to keep my hands off his solid chest. There’s muscles for days, and he’s tan. His skin is literally the color of strewn gold, and it makes my mouth water. I run a hand over his pec. “Don’t make me promises, Brock. Only while we’re in Vegas, pretending to be a couple can we do this,” I say, laying down ground rules to protect my heart.

He grabs my ass, pressing me against his hardness. “Understood, but it’s been longer than three seconds, and you’re about to be punished.”

I bite my lower lip, blinking my long lashes up at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, undoing the buckle of his belt. “Willow, my heart’s pounding. I can’t remember the last time I was this fucking hard in my life.”

I watch as Brock removes his belt from his jeans, and gives it a snap. It’s loud, and it reverberates throughout the room. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time my heart pumped this ferociously for another man.

Lake never got my blood pumping like Brock is right now.

“Are you ready to take your punishment?” he asks, his eyes completely blazing with heat. He snaps the belt again, and my mind wonders how he’s going to use it on me.

“I’m not into pain,” I rush out.

“You should have thought about that before you defied me.” He nods over at the bed. “Now, get on the bed.”

I raise an arm to lower the zipper on the back of my dress, and Brock tsks me.

“Leave it on. You didn’t take it off in three seconds, so now I’m going to remove it from you.”

“You are?” I ask, climbing onto the bed. “How?”

He studies me like he hasn’t quite thought everything through, but then his face morphs and he has this wicked smile. “Come here,” he says, stepping up to the foot of the bed.

I’m on my knees, moving closer toward him as he motions with his head for me to turn around. He takes the belt and loops my wrists together, behind my back.

“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he’s up to.

“Willow, you’ve been teasing me all night. Now it’s my turn to see how you like it.”

My eyes widen as they meet his. “Oh,” is all I can say, because honestly this is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever done in the bedroom, and I don’t want it to end.

“Face down on the bed. Ass in the air,” he demands, and I do as he says.

My hands are tied behind my back, and there’s no real way to get into the position he wants without just letting myself fall. I laugh as I do, and Brock pulls at my hips, helping me get my ass in the air.

I’m still fully clothed, including the four-inch heels.

“I love the shoes,” Brock says, taking a step back to appreciate the view.

I turn my neck so I can see him. “Thank you. I wore them for you.”

“And you’re going to keep them on all night long,” he whispers as he brings his hand down, cracking his palm against the flesh of one ass cheek.

“Ow,” I say, although it didn’t hurt at all. I think I’m more shocked than anything at all. “Brock,” I whine. “That turned me on,” I say, the vibrations of his slap rippling through me.

He pushes my dress up and over my ass, pushing it even further up my hips. “Holy fuck, Willow. You’ve had no panties on this whole time?”

“Oops. I forgot.” I was being daring earlier.

He unzips his jeans, pulls his dick out, and fists it with one hand. “I’m so fucking hard.”

And oh my god. His dick is big enough to sink the Titanic. He's gigantic, and I worry about how it’s going to fit inside me.