Page 12 of Pretend Girlfriend

Joanna grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up the bed, desperate to feel my lips on hers in a passionate kiss that took my breath away.

“You were right,” she said. “You’re not selfish in bed.”

“I do my best.”

“Your best is pretty damn good.” She let out a satisfied groan and stretched like a cat, then wrapped her arms around me. “Time to return the favor.”

She rolled me sideways, straddling me on the bed and kissing me roughly. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine as she slid lower, unbuckling my belt and beginning to reach into my pants.

And then the worst possible thing happened.

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That was so much better than calling it a night and going home.

My entire body still buzzed from the orgasm. I wanted more. I wanted to spread my legs and feel Theo sink into me, filling me with that wonderful ache of man. But we had plenty of time tonight. There was no rush.

And I really wanted to repay the favor. Especially after Theo had proved how unselfish he was in bed. I considered my blowjob skills to be well above average, bordering on professional. I couldn’t wait to make him squirm the way he’d done to me.

But just before I could get his pants off, the music stopped playing and his phone rang.

Pain twisted on Theo’s gorgeous face. “That’s my phone.”

“Let it ring,” I purred down at him.

His eyes darted toward the table. “I can’t. It’s work.”

Unconvinced, I reached into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his hard length. Yeah, that’s a big cock all right.

“How about now?” I said, giving it a squeeze.

Theo groaned. “I have to take it.” Then he sat up, brushed his lips against mine, and then moved me off of him like I weighed nothing.

“Boo,” I said, pouting on the bed as he went to the table to pick up his phone. He looked irresistible like that, shirtless and with his jeans hanging low on his hips, with an obvious bulge at the front.

He answered the phone, said a few words. “All right. Text me the details.” Then he hung up and turned to me. “You’re not going to believe this…”

I sat up straight. “No.”

“I have to go into the office.”

“No!” I repeated. “It’s ten o’clock. Why do you need to go in?”

He grabbed his shirt from the floor and began putting it on. “It’s an emergency.”

“Who has a dental emergency this late at night?”

“Lots of people. Like, all the time.”

Now I was annoyed. I knew it was silly to expect him to prioritize our hook-up over work, but I was not ready for the night to end. “Is this some sort of excuse to leave?”

His eyebrows rose. “You think I want to stop right as you were taking off my pants? Trust me: if I could stay, I would.”

“Unbelievable,” I muttered. “The first good sex I’ve had in months and it’s cut short.”

“Feel free to stay and take advantage of room service,” Theo said while he finished buttoning up his shirt. “No limit, but don’t take advantage of it.”

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