Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Ten o’clock is fine,” she says, waving a graceful hand through the air. “Sleep in, enjoy your Sunday. There isn’t that much left to do anyway. You’ll be able to breeze through it in an hour or two. Just don’t forget to drop the flower arrangements by the hospital when you’re done. They’re expecting a donation from us before two tomorrow.”
Even at the tail end of a long night, she’s the calm, collected woman in charge, every inch the successful businesswoman.
Except I’ve seen her lose control.
I’ve felt it, heard it, and once had the scratch marks down my back to prove that Charlotte doesn’t always keep it Gwyneth Paltrow in Great Expectations cool.
And damn, I’d give just about anything to feel her nails dragging across my skin again…
The party officially ended about half an hour ago. Most of the guests cleared out by eleven, and Parker and Makena left fifteen minutes ago, both of them shooting me curious looks that I pretended not to notice.
It’s too late for talking things over with a friend to help anyway.
The moment Charlotte flashed that sexy smile over her shoulder on the way out of her laundry room, my fate was sealed. Yes, pretending to be in a relationship is bizarre, dishonest, and not something I’d normally be on board with. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
I don’t like to lie, but Plato did warn that people tend to hate those who tell the truth.
Maybe it’s time to give faking it a try…
Too bad there’s nothing false about the way my pulse spikes as the fence gate slams behind the last staff member and Charlotte turns, homing in on where I sit lounging in the shadows.
Looks like I’m not the only one keeping track of where my potential partner in fake love is at all times…
Our eyes collide, the potential energy that simmered between us in her laundry room sparking to life all over again.
She ambles toward the porch steps, her sandals clicking on the paving stones, moving with that sensual grace that reminds me of the way her body flowed against mine when I was buried deep inside her.
By the time she reaches the top step, I’m hard.
She stops a few feet away, propping her hands on her hips as she arches a brow. “Well? What’s the verdict? Are you in or are you out?”
Straight to business.
Very Charlotte.
Or at least, I think it’s very Charlotte.
I don’t actually know her that well, but I will by the time this deal is done. And I’m in. I’m so in. Wish I was “in” at this very moment in fact…
I nod. “I’m in, but I have some thoughts.”
“Thoughts.” She crosses her arms, pushing her cleavage higher, making my cock twitch with an almost painful need. “Care to share?”
“Come here first,” I say, my voice husky.
She hesitates, as if debating whether she wants to play with fire. But less than a beat later, she steps closer. Close enough to see how tight her nipples are beneath her dress…
“I’m listening,” she whispers.
I reach up, wrapping my hand around her wrist and tugging her forward. She resists for maybe half a second before letting me pull her down.
Letting me guide her thighs onto either side of my hips until she’s straddling my lap…
“Do we really think this is a good idea?” she asks, bracing her hands on my shoulders. Her pale green eyes lock on mine, her pupils dilated in the low light.
She looks as hungry as I feel…
“I do.” I slide a hand up her back, relishing the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not the best actor. Especially not when I’m this…distracted.”
“Distracted?” Her lips quirk. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I confess, threading my fingers into her hair. “Not since June. And I think you feel it, too, Strawberry…”
“So what?” she murmurs, her breath rushing out as I tighten my fist in the silky strands. She’s close enough that I can feel it warm on my lips, smell the champagne and floral scent of her. “We wreck each other one more time? Just to get it out of our systems?”
“One more time might do it.” Using my grip in her hair to my advantage, I angle her face closer to mine. “I just know there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on being the kind of sweet, romantic, devoted fake boyfriend I want to be when…” I brush my nose lightly against hers. “When all I can think about is being inside of you.”
She lets out a moan that goes straight to my suffering dick before whispering in a rush, “Okay, fine, but just this once. Now kiss me. Hard.”
I don’t make her ask again.
I drag her in, crushing my lips to hers. Her tongue strokes against mine—slow at first, then deeper, bolder—turning the kiss molten. She presses into me, full-body contact, her breasts flattening against my chest as she surges closer.