Page 87 of Second Down Fake

“Are you quizzing me on Elvis trivia? Because if you are, you’re probably going to win.”

“Maybe. Or I’m trying to distract you from watching your line.” His lips brushed my forehead.

I tilted my head up. “But the jig is already up. I know you can’t gut a fish.”

Everything about sleeping with Diego had bad news written all over it. Even ignoring his seasonal dating history and the contract, I doubted my ability to keep things casual between us. He wanted to date me. Not just sleep with me. Not just hang out with me. Worse, the idea of dating Diego made my knees weak and made me crave something besides the transient life I’d cobbled together.

“Cassandra,” he murmured, taking my hand and pressing it against his pounding heart. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, my entire body lighting up with the way he said my name. “I didn’t bring you here to go fishing.”

“Well, good news, I didn’t ask you to bring me here to go fishing.” I ran my hand up his chest and cupped his cheek, running my thumb over his jawline. “Even though I am a very accomplished fly fisher.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He brushed his lips over my forehead, the faint touch making my skin tingle. “You’re good at everything. Ghost tours, catching chocobos, plumbing, kissing.”

“Truly a murder’s row of talents.”

He ducked his head, his lips colliding with mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, and his hand snaked up my stomach, each touch of his body on mine making me desperate for a little more. My palm slid down his neck, fingers diving under his neck band to brush the light traces of hair on his chest. He broke our kiss, shucking off his shirt and throwing it onto the ground.

The setting sun highlighted his muscled abs and contoured his broad shoulders. Apollo. That’s what I’d thought in the parking garage. A living, breathing Apollo. A guy better suited to television screens than under my palms, heart beating fast and lips desperate for mine.

I ran my hand over his stomach, each ridge a reminder that I shouldn’t be here. That this man wasn’t for me. Even if he said all the right words and made me feel all the right ways.

I pushed those thoughts away for later. I’d spend months and years combing over the memories of tonight, just like I had our first kiss. But for now, better to just live them.

He palmed my breast, the fabric separating his hand from bare skin fueling a desperation in my chest. I wiggled out of my shirt, slipping a hand around my back before Diego had the chance to remove my bra. He watched me flail with a grin, setting his chin on my lower belly until the bra joined the growing pile of clothes surrounding the car.

“God, you’ve got an amazing body,” he said, pressing a kiss to the fluffy bottom portion of my stomach.

“Thank you,” I laughed. “I’m still boycotting gyms. It’s become a key component of my personality.”

“It suits you. Change nothing.” He gripped my waist, trailing kisses up my stomach until his tongue teased one nipple and then the other.

I closed my eyes, soaking in the pleasure shooting through my body, and arched my back, pressing my body flush with his. His hard dick strained against my inner thigh. With shaky fingers, I pushed him away far enough to unclasp the button on his jeans.

He braced a hand beside my head on the wheel well of the truck, his lips on my neck and his other hand kneading my breast. Cold metal chilled my back as I struggled to push his pants over his hips. After failing miserably, he groaned against my skin and pushed himself up.

“All clothes, off,” he commanded in a tone that made me want to stand at attention.

“Yes, sir.” I gave him a salute before slipping out of my leggings.

“I like that,” he said with a wink, pushing off his pants.

I bit my lip, memorizing every detail of Diego naked and bathed in the light of the setting sun. Irresistible. Irresistibly calculated too. “I can see why this was your spot.”

“I love the outdoors.” He swooped down, pulling my leg over his hip as he settled between my legs. I wrapped an arm around his back, drawing my fingertips over the muscles of his back and burrowing my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling sunshine and tasting salt on my lips.

How easy would it be to fall in love with Diego?

Impossible, but a nice thought. One that made my body achy and eager. Too eager.

“Please tell me you brought condoms,” I panted as his lips wrapped around my nipple.

“Condoms? Plural?” He pulled away, the night air doing nothing to cool me off. “I like where your head’s at and yes.”

“They better be close.” I arched my hips, dragging his thick cock down my slit, a hum of lust coursing through my veins.

He covered my breast with his hand and rooted around in the cooler with the other, pulling out a handful of condoms that would have made his high school sex ed teacher proud. I grabbed one from his hand, ripping it open with my teeth and sheathing his cock. Maybe taking a little longer than strictly necessary, but when Diego Salazar closed his eyes and knocked his head back with a groan, well…he definitely made stopping hard.

His hand gripped my wrist, pulling me away. “I’m not going to last like that, Cassandra.”

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