Filthy Fiance by Cat Carmine

I need a fiancee. She needs a f*ck.
I only know Celia from the bar I work at, but I already know she isn’t the type to do one night stands. And she definitely isn’t the type to do one night stands with a tattooed bad boy bartender like me.
But she must have really been craving something, because here I am in her bed, making her scream my name as her hips buck and her toes curl.
And then my brother calls. Wants to know if I’m coming to his wedding.
We don’t talk much, and I didn’t even know he was engaged, and I feel stupid so I tell him yeah, I’m coming, and I’m bringing my own fiancee.
The fiancee I don’t have.
Celia’s the only one who knows about my lie, so I make her a deal — one week of incredible mind-blowing s*x if she’ll come to the wedding and pretend to be my betrothed.
It should be easy. Fake it for a week and then ‘break up’ once we’re back home. But Celia’s gorgeous smile and sinful curves are making this anything but easy … in fact, they’re making it downright hard.
And you know what they say: lies are like org*sms — sometimes it’s hard to stop at just one.