Page 4 of Pin-up Girl

He made an audible scoff. On screen we were just pixels, sitting around making the preprogrammed movements of our characters. But with his voice in my ears, it was easy to slip into half a daydream that we were actually cuddled together.

What BW and I had wasn’t romantic—the secrets we kept meant I didn’t know quite enough of him for that. Our relationship was physical… ish. I wasn’t interested in making a similar mistake with him to the one I made with Deacon, by wishing we were more.

Not that I’d ever fingered myself in an empty room while I told Deacon over a headset that I wanted to choke on his cock and be his good little girl.

“It’s work stuff,” BW finally said. “NDA. You know the drill. I wish I could say more.”

But he never could.

I’d managed to piece together that he worked with some big-name clients, with names most people had heard of, and he was very good at what he did. In high demand in his industry.

But I did wish we could share?—

Nope. I didn’t. There was no reason to take this relationship beyond what it was—good, comfortable, and safe.

“What about you? What has you distracted?” he asked.

I sighed. There was no reason to keep this a secret, though I might tweak the details a hint to keep it easy to explain. Besides, I needed to talk this out with someone. “My sister is coming home to get married. And I’m super excited for her.”

“But?”

“It’s dumb.” Now that we were here, I couldn’t make myself admit what was in my head. Saying the words out loud would confirm I was being catty and judgmental.

“It’s not dumb. What is it?”

I sighed. It would feel good to get this out of my head. “I’m about to spend the next month enmeshed in her romance. My family will show up. God the last thing I’m in the mood for is them asking me when it’s my turn. Reminding me I’m single. Hitting me with statements like, Now that your sisters are off the market, when are you getting hitched?”

“Do you know what you need?”

I could think of a few things. If he said a good deep dicking it would give me something new to be pissed about. But he wouldn’t. He never approached things that way. “A Valium prescription and to learn to be functionally drunk in the next few days?” I said.

BW’s chuckle was flat. “Not a good idea. You need a fake fiancé.”

Better than a real one. “I’m not a Hallmark movie.”

“Think about it. If you want to stop nosy relatives from asking when you’re getting married, be ready with an answer, a ring, and the perfect guy.”

“The perfect love doesn’t exist.” Not outside my head, anyway.

“I do a decent imitation,” he said.

This time I was the one to laugh dryly. “That’ll go over well. Hey Auntie Mary Sue, I do have a fiancé. He’s on the internet. Unless you’re local and never told me. Oh my god. Sebastian? This isn’t you is it?” I was joking. He sounded nothing like Sebastian. “Sylvie will kill us both if she finds out what we’ve been doing.” I shouldn’t use real names. For a heartbeat, fear leaked in. What if I really was talking to someone local?

I wasn’t.

“My name’s not Sebastian,” he said. “It’s BW. Is Sylvie my wife? She and I could share you.”

I swallowed my eww, gross. Not that I had a problem with the idea of hooking up with a sexy couple. That could be fun, but not if one half of them was my sister. Eww.

He obviously didn’t know who I was talking about, and I wasn’t going to make things weird. “I appreciate the offer.” I did. It was sweet. “If you were here, I might take you up on it, but I’ll suck it up. This is my sister’s happy time, and I’m going to make sure she enjoys it.”

“If I can’t fake marry you, what do you want to do instead?”

“Cuddle?”

“Cuddle or cuddle,” he said the second one in a deeper voice that made me shiver with delight.

“That last one.” Who needed an impossible to find perfect partner when I could give myself a decent orgasm using my imagination, while a man with a sexy voice murmured filthy things in my ear?

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