Page 62 of Fake

“Quiet now, Mina,” I murmur, my lips grazing her throat, and she freezes.

“I like it when you say my name.”

I press a finger to her lips, then nibble her ear with my teeth. “Mina.”

I slowly lower to my knees, looking up into those beautiful blues. “Mina.”

I hook a leg over my shoulder and lower my face to her, drawing my tongue across her clit. “Mina.”

And then I’m licking and sucking and Mina is writhing and moaning. Her orgasm comes fast and hard, like she’s been waiting for me for days. She tastes like heaven and feels like?—

“Ms. Blake?”

I freeze, my mouth hovering over her cleft as Mina covers her mouth with her hand.

Footsteps thump ever closer to the dressing room. “Ms. Blake?”

I jerk my head to the door, my drawn brows screaming, Say something!

“Yes?” Mina’s voice is thin and trembling. I blow lightly on her clit, and she gasps.

“Is everything okay in there?” asks Nora, right on the other side of the door.

I draw my tongue across Mina’s slit.

“Fine!” she whimpers. “Everything is fine.”

“Fine?” I mouth, sliding a finger past her entrance.

“I mean great! I think I found something I really like.” She smiles down at me, her eyes dancing with delighted panic. She’s wild. Undone. I fucking love it.

I smile back. I’ve found something I really like too.

“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any assistance. Mr. West seems to have abandoned you.”

“He, uh, went to the bathroom.”

“I didn’t see him?—”

“Maybe you weren’t looking very hard!” Mina cries out as I stroke her inner walls with my fingers. “I’ll uh, I’ll uh, I’ll finish up in here and see if I can locate him.”

Nora’s footsteps recede and I lower my lips once again, bringing a new meaning to the words ‘finish up.’

TWENTY-FOUR

Mina

There are defining moments in any relationship. Nathan kneeling at my feet in a dressing room is one for us. Which is weird because we aren’t in a relationship. Or maybe we are. How crazy is it that he did what he did, and I don’t know what we are to each other.

He said he doesn’t want me to date him because he’s paying me. He just wants me to date him.

Is that what we’re doing? Dating?

Nathan grins. Wipes a hand over his mouth. Stands. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Is he as confused as I am? Is he upset? Does he want to do it again?

I want to do it again.

My body clenches its approval of the idea.

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