Page 7 of Three Handsome Billionaires and a Pretend Fiancée

Snuggle-muffin? Okay, maybe she should have stuck with plain ol’ darling instead of calling him snickerdoodle. Fine.

McKenna was rarely stunned wordless, since words were her thing, but all she could come up with was a squeak from her throat before Kade—Kade Howard, her boss—bachelor extraordinaire—pressed his lips to hers.

Oh god.

McKenna’s nipples, on their own accord, hardened into stiff, aching peaks through her dress. Wetness seeped from her folds and dampened her panties as Kade coaxed her lips to part with his tongue, then slipped inside her, kissing her like she had never been kissed before. Literally. Because no. No one had kissed her before. Dating was not her thing. Guys found her weird for some reason.

Oh fudge balls on an ice cream cone.

Every part of her sizzled. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her knees weakened, forcing her to cling onto him or fold in on herself right there at his feet. She whimpered uncharacteristically, and in that moment Kade roared against her, pinning her flush against the wall, his thigh parting her legs.

She shuddered as his lips traveled over her jaw, biting her before he captured both her wrists in his hand and raised them above her head. With his other hand, he trailed his rough, long, utterly sexy fingers up her bare thigh.

Ooh god.

It’s all an act. It’s all an act. She had a role to play. That was all. It was pretend. This was all pretend.

“McKenna, are you wet?” He murmured the question against her skin. His fingers drifted upward. It was all pretend, so she wasn’t going to be wet.

He shifted her panties aside. No man had touched her there. Dammit, she was a virgin. No one had touched her anywhere on her face, her body, or even her small toe, so why did she keep thinking it?

His finger stroked over her clit. She was so freaking wet, he glided over her sensitized bead and slid right between her folds, then into the entrance of her pussy when she drowned the tip of his digit in her wetness.

“Ah fuck,” he growled, looking at her, his blue eyes a tumultuous storm, drawing her in and never letting her go. She couldn’t help being completely mesmerized by his utter male beauty. Perfect symmetry and a jawline that rivaled the sheer structure of her to-do list, and that was saying a whole lot. No wonder women lost their brain cells around them. They were illegally handsome.

McKenna’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest when a man behind them cleared his throat.

She tried to escape Kade’s hold, but her boss seemed completely unfazed by the presence of a stranger behind him, while he had her pinned to the wall, his lips against hers, his finger dipping in and out of her pussy.

It didn’t go unnoticed to her that Kade was now shielding her whole body from sight with his much, much larger frame.

Locking her gaze, he removed his finger and licked the glistening tip. He then watched her dress fall into place before he took her hand and dragged her along.

“Mr. Howard,” a stocky, well-dressed man said, with a grin in his voice, while her whole world had just splintered apart at the seam.

“I can safely say your cousin won’t be able to contest the will now. Not after what I’ve seen. The painting is yours. Jeremiah James,” he continued, facing McKenna now. “And you must be Mr. Howard’s fiancée.” He extended his hand toward her.

Kade tightened his arm around her waist as if he were being possessive. Or maybe she imagined it. Also, had he seen her hair? There was nothing about her that screamed be possessive.

All Jeremiah James saw when he looked at her was a girl with very funny hair. Ah well.

But it was all an act. Just an act. She had to keep remembering that.

“I am,” McKenna replied, shaking his hand, then quickly adding before Kade could introduce her because she had no idea what name he was going to use, and she had to protect her cover. “Azura. Soon to be Dr. Azura Howard,” she said shyly.

She didn’t miss Kade chuckling softly beside her.

After a few more moments, she put two and two together and figured out the reason Kade needed a pretend fiancée. He had to be engaged before his thirty-second birthday, which was just a week away. He also would have done anything just so that the painting that belonged to his grandfather didn’t go to his cousin.

How strange that all three of her bosses’ birthdays were within days of each other. And they were all the same age.

While Jeremiah James launched into a monologue about the family painting, McKenna kept glancing at her watch. And every time she did so, Kade would grin at her.

“Need to be somewhere else?” He taunted softly.

“I’m crisis managing,” she said matter-of-factly. It was all for the green check mark on her to-do list. She turned to the solicitor. She wasn’t going to stay long enough for her to spill the details about how they met, how long they’d dated, and that kind of thing that had been in the script she’d written for each fake fiancée.

Instead she had to come up with a new script for a brisk exit strategy, given she was fully booked fake fiancée-ing this evening.

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