Page 53 of The Match Faker

The fact that he’d asked me to do all of that and expected me to be totally casual about it was funny in itself.

Channelling my inner actress, I threw my head back, laughing, then as Liam moved his head away and stood in front of me, I lifted my hand, ready to touch him.

I can do this. It’s just a chest. I used to touch Boris’s chest. Okay, that was different to touching a muscular torso like this, but still. No big deal.

After raising my palm, I quickly placed it on his firm pecs.

Holy hell.

Liam’s chest was even firmer than it looked. It was like touching a brick wall. Well, if a brick wall was warm and comforting. His heart raced. He must be nervous about being photographed too. Which reminded me. There was something else I was supposed to be doing.

Liam leant forward.

‘Good, now when I pull away, I need you to look at me like you want to take me home and fuck me.’

Whoa.

If my pulse was racing before, Liam’s words had just set my veins on fire. I swallowed hard.

‘O-okay,’ I said, stroking his chest.

Liam pulled back slowly, then brushed his thumb gently across my cheek.

Doing as instructed, I looked up at him. His chocolate-brown eyes were molten. I’d underestimated him. His acting skills were off the charts, because he actually looked like he wanted me.

I bit my lip.

His thumb traced my jaw, then my chin.

We stood there, frozen. My hand trailing along his chest, our eyes locked. Desire flooded my veins as I replayed the words he’d just said:

I want you to look at me like you want to take me home and fuck me.

If I was going to be convincing, it would be better if I allowed myself to think about it. Just for a second. To get myself into character.

I imagined Liam opening the door for me to get into the car. He’d look at me like I was a banquet of forbidden food he couldn’t wait to devour.

He’d pull me into him, press his lips onto mine and kiss me passionately.

But because he was so highly sexed, he wouldn’t wait for us to get home. So he’d suggest we do it in the car. I’d be hesitant at first, because I’d never done anything so risqué, but when I felt his hardness pressed against me, I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

I’d push Liam down on the back seat. After asking if it was okay, I’d unbuckle his belt, pull down his trousers and…

‘Mia?’

Liam would want me so badly he’d be calling out my name.

‘Mia!’

‘Sorry…’ I was so deep into the fantasy of me doing unspeakable things with Liam that I’d completely zoned out.

‘Phil’s here.’ He moved, causing my hand to fall from his chest. ‘You did great, though. I was hoping that coming somewhere low-key like this, we’d avoid the paps, but everyone has a phone, so it’s kind of impossible. But I think you’ll be much happier with the photo this time. Come on.’ He rested his hand on my back as he led me to the car. ‘Let’s get you home.’

Liam had said I’d be happier with the photo, but right now I couldn’t think about that. My mind was too busy trying to work out how my thoughts had taken an unauthorised detour with Liam down Sex Dream Street.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

There was a big ‘No Entry’ sign that said so.

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