Black Ties and White Lies: A Billionaire Fake Engagement
I’m the one who needs to thank him for getting us a private balcony suite since no one can see exactly where his hand is right now.
“You know this wasn’t my plan tonight,” Archer begins, sliding another finger inside. “I wanted to take my wife to the opera, sit next to her, and watch her enjoy the performance.”
“Sure, it wasn’t,” I tease, letting my head fall against his shoulder. If anyone looked up, they might just think we’re opera enthusiasts wanting to get the best view possible. We look like we’re sharing a lover’s embrace, but none of them would have any idea that Archer’s fingers are moving in and out of me slowly and deliberately.
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