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further down on the pillows and gave myself over to what I was feeling. Nothing personal or emotional involved. Just physical. His hands on my breasts. His mouth sucking on my nipples. His lips and tongue teased at my flesh, even as he positioned his cock at my entrance.
    I moaned as he entered me. I hadn't had anything bigger than my fingers inside me for at least a couple years and I'd forgotten how good it felt. The hard flesh filling me, stretching me. He moved with a slow, steady pace, each stroke designed to rub against me with perfect friction.
    But the pleasure I had been feeling started to fade rather than build. It didn't go away completely, but it wasn't enough to take my head out of things, to let me lose myself the way I needed to. I became aware of the little things. The sounds of traffic from outside. Neighbors arguing in the apartment below us. A slight, subtle squeaking of the bed every time Ty thrust into me. The weight of his body. The feel of sweat on our skin.
    Yeah, I wasn't going anywhere with this. I mentally sighed. No need to make Ty suffer for it though. He was trying and he seemed like the kind of guy who would keep going until I got off too. It just wasn't going to happen. I hooked my ankles behind his knees and raised my hips to meet each stroke. I tightened my pussy around his cock, quickening my breathing and hoped he would assume I was coming. I didn't like deceiving him that way, but I also just wanted him to be done.
    “I'm close,” he panted, the strain showing on his face.
    “As am I,” I lied as I slid my hands down his back to his ass, squeezing it.
    He came with a groan, burying his face against my neck. I moaned, putting a little catch in my voice that I hoped he'd interpret the right way. Or, I supposed… the wrong way.
    Based on the grin he gave me, he had bought my act. Now all I had to do was wait a few minutes to make a pretend recovery from my fake orgasm and then I could get up and go without risking him knowing I'd lied. If I dressed quickly and caught a cab back to the apartment, I could probably still be in my room before Blayne got back. A hot bath and a good night's sleep might be able to accomplish what Ty couldn't. If I was still preoccupied tomorrow, I would have to come up with a better plan. Otherwise, this was going to be a long three years.
     

Chapter 6
    Katka
    I was glad that Blayne felt comfortable enough with me to tell me about taking my sister to the event at the library Friday night. I wasn't jealous of the admiring tone he used when he spoke of her and how she'd charmed his family. Not exactly anyway. The tightening of my stomach came from something that had nothing to do with sex or romance. I knew Blayne wanted me, that he was attracted to me sexually, but there was something in his voice when he talked about Livie. He liked her for more than her body. In fact, he never mentioned her body. Only how smart and poised she'd been.
    As we finished the last of our fine meal and sat on the hotel sofa, sipping the last of the champagne, I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind and I knew why. I wasn't simply attracted to Blayne, wanting him in my bed. It wasn't that I thought he was fun to be around, even though we couldn't go out anywhere, or that he had the money to get us this amazing room and pay the staff for their discretion.
    No, it wasn't lust or friendship or anything like that. I wasn't so lucky. I was falling for him.
    I couldn't deny the way I felt when I looked at him. The warmth in my stomach was more than arousal. The tenderness I felt at moments like this, when he was simply sitting next to me. I studied the line of his jaw, watched the way his throat muscles worked when he swallowed. He hadn't shaved before our date and there was a faint hint of stubble on his cheeks. I reached out and brushed the back of my hand across the golden bristles.
    He grinned at me as he caught my hand, turning his head to press his lips against my palm.