Page 28 of Say Yes To The Fake Date

I clear my throat. Fuck, the kiss was fast, but I felt it through my whole body. “An apple martini.”

She laughs. “Oh, you’re so good to me, baby.” She turns toward Sheila. “Oh, hi there. I’m Lucy… Dom’s girlfriend.”

Sheila’s mouth drops as she looks between Lucy and me. “Oh, I didn’t know you were seeing someone, Dominic.”

I wrap my arm around Lucy and pull her flush against my body. “Yeah, uh, Lucy’s had my heart for awhile now.”

Lucy turns her head up to look at me, and all I can do is look into her eyes, wanting her to see my sincerity. I’m not sure how long Sheila stands here because I’m solely focused on Lucy. “You okay?”

She nods and then pulls back to drink her martini. “Yeah, I’m good.” She gestures to Sheila’s retreating back. “Who’s that?”

“Uh, her name is Sheila.”

She nods and finishes off her drink. “She’s pretty… if you wanted to spend some time with her—”

I cut her off. “First of all, you’re the most beautiful woman here, honey, and I think I already mentioned this to you, but you’re the only woman I want to spend time with.”

She’s searching my eyes and then tugs me to the dance floor. “Will you dance with me, Dom?”

“Yes.”

I lead her to the dance floor, and this time it’s different. Her body melts into mine. She doesn’t hold herself away; if anything, she burrows into me. Neither one of us says anything, and I could stay like this for the rest of the night.

We dance a few more dances, we sit through the speeches surrounded by my family, and I revel in seeing Lucy fitting right in with my sister and sisters-in-law. Hours later, when we go to leave, Lucy is smiling, lightly inebriated, and giggling the whole way to my truck.

Our fingers are threaded together, and she has her other hand wrapped around my arm, leaning into me. I know she’s had a few drinks, but it’s nice to see her so relaxed and happy.

I help her into my truck and then try to calm my racing heart as I walk around and get in. I’m about to start the ignition when she puts a hand on mine. “Dom.”

Her voice is husky, and I look at her. Hell, she doesn’t have to say a thing. She does nothing to hide the desire in her eyes, and I know what she wants from me.

“Lucy,” I answer her.

She reaches for the console and puts it up and slides closer to me. My breathing picks up as her hands slide up my chest and loop around my neck.

“I want to kiss you, Lucy. Are you going to let me?”

She leans in. “I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

I put my hand around her neck, and her pulse is beating under my palm. I tighten my hold, and she groans. I move in, and our lips are inches apart. I’m doing my best to take it slowly, but the need to possess her lips is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I smooth my thumb over her lips, and she whimpers, “Please.”

I can’t hold back, and I mold my lips to hers. The kiss is all-consuming. I tilt her head to the side and deepen it. She slides closer to me, pressing her body to mine. My cock is hard, pressed against the zipper of my dress pants, and I’m about to burst at the seams.

I break off the kiss, and we’re both panting. She’s searching my eyes. “Dom, please?”

I know what she needs… what she wants from me. I look into her pleading eyes as I slide my hand up her knee and along her inner thigh. She widens her legs, throwing her head back against the seat. I press a finger to her panty-clad pussy, and she moans, lifting her hips. I stroke her through her panties, and she puts her hands on my shoulders. “Please.”

“Let me make you come, Lucky.”

She opens her legs wider. “Yessssss,” she moans.

I would give anything to have her laid out on a bed right now, but this is going to have to work. I slide her panties to the side and run my finger through her wet, swollen folds.

She squeezes my arm and lifts up, needing more.

I pump my finger in and out of her, and she contracts around me.

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