Page 61 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

She licks her lower lip. I want to suck it into my mouth. So fucking sexy. “Hmm. Maybe a little expeditionism would be fun.”

I pinch my eyebrows together. “Having sex in front of other people? Like in your fourth book?”

She shakes her head. “That’s exhibitionism. Expeditionismis slightly different. You don’t get off on people watching you have sex. You get off on the threat of possibly being caught doing some sexual act in public. It’s not exactly the same.”

I think for a moment as I slide my hand up her inner thigh. “So, if I were to slip my finger inside you right now—” I push a finger inside her and she gasps. “This would be expeditionism?”

Her eyes flutter as she discreetly widens her legs and ensures her lap is covered with her napkin. “Y…yes.”

“We’ve done this before, but I’m all for pleasuring you at the dinner table any time you want it.”

The waitress stops at our table. “Can I take your orders?”

Gemma attempts to push my arm away, but I don’t budge, continuing the in and out movements. Her whole face is flushed.

As if my fingers aren’t inside her pussy, I smile at the waitress and calmly say, “Yes, I’ll have the chicken parm.” I turn my eyes to Gemma. “Baby, do you want me to order for you?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“She’ll have the eggplant parm and we’ll share them both. And please bring us two more glasses of wine.”

“Sure thing.”

As soon as she leaves, Gemma breathes, “Trey.”

I lean over so my cheek is next to hers. “This is just an appetizer. We’ll call it an amuse-bouche. Later, it will be my cock inside you. The piercing dragging along your inner walls until you can’t help but come all over me again and again.”

“Oh god.”

I look at our tablecloth. Unfortunately, it’s not very long. “Next time we have dinner together, we’ll go somewhere with floor-length tablecloths.”

“Why?”

“So you can crawl on your knees under the table and suck my cock like a good girl.”

She buries her face in my neck to drown out her moans.She truly gets off on my mouth. Before I realize what’s happening, she sinks her teeth into my neck while her body shakes, and she comes all over my hand.

She fucking bit me hard. Somehow it makes my cock ooze that much more for her.

After a few more deep breaths into my neck, she lifts her head and looks around. She pulls my fingers out of her and pushes them into my mouth. “Suck my come off your fingers, professor.”

While I happily oblige, she reaches her hands under the table and pulls down my zipper. She then takes out my straining cock and proceeds to give me the best hand job of my life.

It’s noon on Sunday,and Gemma has forced me to leave her house. She said Sunday afternoons are a sacred time for her and her friends to watch football. I love her sporty side, but I wanted to be with her today.

She mentioned she’s not ready for me to meet her friends yet. Admittedly, that hurts, but I tried to act like it didn’t bother me. I can’t introduce her to my friends either. They’re the two biggest stars in Philadelphia.

We had the best evening last night. After the heavy petting session, we laughed and flirted throughout dinner. Then we barely made it back to her place before tearing each other’s clothes off for more life-altering sex. I’ve never shared this type of chemistry and passion with a woman.

It’s given me that much more to lose. I’m getting increasingly terrified about our third-act breakup.

I walk into Layton’s penthouse. He and Cheetah ordered food, and we’re planning on watching football games.

I plop down on the couch. Cheetah looks me up and down. “Hey, loverboy. Are you two married with kids yet?”

I sigh. “I wish. She’s going to hate me when she finds out who I am. I should have told her right away.”

Cheetah nods. “Told ya so. Such an obvious plotline. What a rookie mistake.”

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