He takes a moment to answer, which makes me feel like he’s really considering it.

“I get it and I can do that. But I know at some point I’ll probably screw up again, it’s inevitable, and I need you to stay and work through it with me. Deal?”

“Deal,” I say.

Barrett lifts me up in his arms for a kiss that takes my breath away and the rest of the night is pure magic.

* * *

The next morning, Barrett’s deep inside me when his phone starts ringing on the bedside table.

“Your phone is ringing.” I gasp when he hits just the right spot.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he says, one hand palming my ass to leverage his thrusts while the heel of his other hand presses into my lower abdomen, creating the most delicious pressure. His gaze is between my thighs, where we’re joined. His brow is furrowed with concentration, a bead of sweat slides from his hairline down his temple. I’ll never get over how gorgeous he is. The way his top lip curls up when he’s really focused on something. That something being my orgasm right now.

Finally, the ringing stops and I can focus on the way Barrett’s thumb is now circling my clit.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock.” His words are dirty, but his eyes are reverent when they meet mine. “Come with me, Chloe.” He grips my ass, changing the angle and this time when he slides in, I shatter around him.

“Oh God. Yes.” I sigh as I pulse around him, milking his cock. The intensity of my orgasm sends Barrett over the edge. He shudders and I feel him pulse inside me.

A moment later he collapses on top of me, peppering me with kisses before rolling so I’m on top of him.

“Any bridesmaid duties today?” he asks, stroking my back with his fingertips.

“There’s a brunch and then the rest of the weekend is ours to explore.” I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile. “We could ride the Alpine Coaster.”

His brows lift in disbelief. “That death trap on wheels I saw on the side of the mountain yesterday?”

I laugh as he flips me over and pins my hands above my head.

“You’re trouble.”

“You love me.”

“I do.” He kisses my nose before pressing his lips to mine.

Six weeks ago, I couldn’t have dreamed up this scenario. I didn’t want to be Barrett’s fake girlfriend, but somewhere between the biting words and the heated glares, I fell for him. Now, I couldn’t imagine not being his real girlfriend.