Page 15 of Accidental Fiancé

“So don’t spoil it. Maybe you get kissed all the time, but it’s been a little while for me, and that was nice.”

Her cheeks flushed a dark pink. “Oh. No, I don’t get kissed all the time. It’s been a while for me, too.”

“Hard to believe.”

She glanced away, smirking to herself. “It’s true, I don’t.” She was so damn nervous. I had to do something.

“Hey, Maggie?”

“Hmm?”

I stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes, and she laughed so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks.

Once she caught her breath, she asked, “What was that for?”

“You looked nervous. I had to fix that.”

She shook her head, a smile remaining on her face though her tone was a little too defensive. “I’m not nervous.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not. I’m just… I don’t know what I am tonight.”

I had a feeling I knew. Every time I touched her, she leaned into it. When I kissed her, she moaned in my mouth. It was hard not to feel something, even if we were only faking. She was so damn responsive, and I fucking loved that. The crush I’d harbored in high school had gone from ember to flame in an hour, and I didn’t like pretending otherwise.

But. I still needed to slow this down. Tonight was not about me or my crush. I was trying to be a friend to someone who needed one. A protector to a hen surrounded by wolves. It was nothing more than that for her, and I needed to behave.

The trouble was, I didn’t want to. I wanted Maggie, and I hated bullshitting. I changed course and took her hand again. “Dance with me.”

She followed my lead and once we were close, I let the music carry us and did what came naturally. Holding her. Enjoying the softness of her.Not real, not real, not real. Maybe if I reminded myself this wasn’t a date, and we weren’t a couple, I’d be a better man. Chivalrous. Good.

It was pointless to argue with my basic instincts, though.

There wasn’t a chivalrous bone in my body when it came to Maggie. Not tonight, not after kissing her. That kiss broke my restraint. When a dirty beat came on, she wriggled and ground against me. If there was a God, this had to be a sign, right? Thiswas meant to happen. She wanted this, too. She didn’t have to dance on me like I was her personal stripper pole.

She chose to.

She chose me.

The friction of her body on mine, our chemistry. It was all too much. I held a hand on her stomach to keep her tight against me, and her ample ass coaxed my body out of its slumber.

How long has it been?

I couldn’t remember the last time I was with someone, but there was no faking my erection. She must have noticed, too, because she stopped for a moment before starting up again. This time, she rocked against my hard-on ever so slightly as she danced. Not enough to be indecent, but just enough to tell me she knew. The tease.

We weren’t the only pair grinding on the dance floor, the song was made for it. But I barely noticed the others. Not with Maggie backing up to me like this. I lifted her hair from her neck and licked her there, relishing the candy sweat on her skin. She shuddered against me in response and caused my cock to throb for more. I didn’t want to stop, but distant laughter reminded me we were not alone.

Right. The reunion.

I released her hair and turned her to face me. Those pouty lips were made for biting, and her pupils were blown, eyes wide as she stared up at me. Her large chest heaved with every breath. If I were a lesser man, I might have brought up the fact we were in a great hotel, and I had a room.

But I was trying to be decent for some stupid reason. “Another drink?”

“Yeah.”

We practically raced to the bar, both in need of cooling down. Rushing there helped me lose my erection. We each ordered a bottle of water and headed for the same table as before. Waterwas exactly what she needed, not some guy panting all over her. She’d had a hard night and I needed to respect that and give her some space.

I took off my suit coat and tried to make conversation again as I rolled up my shirt sleeves. “So, have you seen any?—"

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