Page 59 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

“What is your bedside collection comprised of?”

“So far, it’s just your dick pic from yesterday. I can’t wait to add your growl to it though.”

I smile before she reaches up to wipe her lipstick from my face. Now it’s my turn to pull my head away. “No. Don’t wipe it off. I like being marked by you.”

I know the lipstick wiping was a big deal for her in her previous relationship. I want her to know how proud I am to have her on my arm…and my face.

“You want red lipstick on your face all night? What will people think?”

I shrug. “Don’t care about anyone but you.”

Her smile softens. “You’re very romantic, Professor Trey.”

I grab her hand and run it over my cock. “I have very unromantic things on my mind right now.”

“All good things come to those who wait.”

“Are you really not wearing panties? The skirt is short.”

She gives me a sexy smile. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

My fingers are twitching to find out.

She notices and grabs my hand. “Let’s go, professor, before I have to slap you with a ruler.” She bites her lip. “Better yet, you slap me with that ruler.”

This woman.

I made a reservation at a nice restaurant near her place. I don’t want her to have any thoughts of coming to my home. It’s not like I have one here.

We walk the short distance there. Her face lights up when we arrive. “I love this place.” She sighs. “Between the outfit and this restaurant, it’s a lot for you to spend on me. You don’t need to feel like you have to do that. I’m just as happy with pizza, beer, and a ballgame.”

I mock gasp. “It’s our first date. I can’t have you telling our children that I treated you like anything other than my queen.”

She gives me a disapproving look. “No talk of the future or insta-love-affliction disease tonight. Let’s be normal,ordinary people, not romance-book-created, unrealistic trope people.”

“Baby, I assure you we’re very real. But I’m dressed as a professor, and you're dressed as my student. We’ll never be ordinary because we’re extraordinary.”

She smiles softly and leans into my body before standing on her tippy toes to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

The hostess shows us to our table. I think she knows who I am. She keeps eyeballing me. I hope it doesn’t come out tonight. I’m not ready for that just yet.

I’ve decided that as soon as Gemma gets back from her trip to Florida, I’m going to tell her the truth. I don’t want her to leave being upset with me. I’ll be there to take all the punches she’ll inevitably throw and beg her to forgive me. And that gives me two weeks to make her fall in love with me.

We’re seated at a small table with two chairs across from each other. As soon as we both sit, I grab hers from under the table and pull it to me.

She lets out a small screech. “Good lord, you have the domineering-book-boyfriend thing down pat.”

“I learned from the best.”

“I didn’t teach you that.”

“You said to sit on the same side of the booth. There’s no booth, so I pulled your chair over.”

“Hmm. Fair point. That hostess looked like she wanted to eat you for breakfast. It’s probably best we sit close together so I can fight her off.”

She adorably holds up her fists.

I smirk. “Are you getting territorial?”

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