Page 50 of Pretend Girlfriend

“Imagine how far we’d move it if you lasted longer than a few minutes,” I teased.

He shot me a glare. “Are you implying that you’re not satisfied with what just happened here?”

“I am not happy,” I said in a deadpan tone while adjusting my bra and dress. “I got zero enjoyment out of any of that.”

“That’s the most obvious lie I’ve seen you make,” Theo said. “And I’ve watched you lie about your relationship with Landon all weekend.”

“Hey! I’ve been a very convincing liar.”

“Exactly,” Theo replied. “Which is how I know you’re lying now.”

“You couldn’t tell based on all the screaming I was doing?”

He grinned at me. “I was making plenty of noise myself. I barely heard you.”

I turned around. “Zip me back up?”

He obliged me, then wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I like you from this angle.”

“I like feeling you back there,” I said over my shoulder. “Perhaps we can explore this later tonight, after I sneak into your room.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. “I wonder what the room service situation is like here.”

“I’ll give you something to eat,” I said, pulling him into another kiss.

He smiled against my lips. “Can I have seconds?”

“If you have the appetite.”

Theo made a hungry noise deep in his throat. “I could take you again right now.”

“As tempting as that is, we should probably get back to the reception.”

“If you insist. We should probably sneak out of here separately, so we don’t attract any attention,” Theo suggested.

I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. “Just like last night. I know the routine by now.”

“We’re getting pretty good at this, huh?”

“And just in time for it to end. It’s kind of been fun sneaking around.”

He cupped my chin and tilted my head up to face him. “Yeah, but once we don’t have to hide it? Then we get to really have fun together.”

“I can’t wait!”

Theo kissed me again, gave my ass a healthy squeeze, then opened the door and peeked outside.

I cleared my throat. “Forgetting something?”

His pants were still around his ankles, with a full condom on his dick. “What?” he asked innocently. “Is my bow tie uneven?”

“Not exactly…”

He adjusted it, then gestured down at his still-half-nude self. “Better?”

“I dare you to return to the reception exactly like that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve danced with a condom on,” he said while discreetly removing the condom and dropping it into a trash bin next to the desk.

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