Page 35 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

I’m feeling about a thousand feet tall right now. That’s the handiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

With my chest puffed out, I head back around to the pool with a big smile on my face. I look at Byron. “All fixed.”

He holds out his hand for me to shake. “Good man. How about a little whiskey to thank you. I have a special collection you might like.”

“I’m fine hanging with Gemma. Thank you though.”

Her back is to me as she talks with a group of people. I approach and place my hand on her lower back. I notice goosebumps erupt over her skin.

I lean into her. “We’re back in business.”

She looks surprised. “You were able to fix it?”

I smile. “Yep.”

Just then a man walks over to me with a silver tray full of the smallest ice cream cones I’ve ever seen. I’m talking one-inch-sized ice cream cones with some sort of sorbet on them.

In French-accented English, the man asks, “Amuse-bouche, sir?”

I look at Gemma and pinch my eyebrows together. “Did he sayamused bush?”

She lets out a loud laugh. “No, amuse-bouche. It’s kind of a small, bite-sized appetizer. But sorbet is more of an intermezzo even though we haven’t eaten yet.”

“What’s an intermezzo?”

She bites back a smile. “It’s like a palette cleanser you have between meals.”

I blow out a breath. “I need to up my fancy-talk game.”

I grab two and feed her one before popping the other in my mouth. It’s pretty good.

I nod in contentment. “My bush is amused.”

She giggles.

I learned a few more new fancy terms today. Like side dishes are called accompaniments.

What I really learned is that I love having my hands on Gemma’s body. I may have gone overboard in taking advantage of this opportunity, but I couldn’t help myself.

GEMMA

I get home, immediately send Trey on his way, and run straight into the bathroom to turn on my shower. I need it to be ice cold. My body couldn’t be any hotter if it were on fire, and it has nothing to do with the high temperature of the indoor pool area.

Trey’s hands were on my body all fucking day. All. Fucking. Day. I swear, he maintained constant contact every single second. He held my hand, touched my back, squeezed my hips, and ran his fingertips up and down my arms. Even when we had lunch, his arm was around my chair while he gently tickled my shoulder. And when he wiped the salad dressing from the corner of my mouth with his thumb, I swear, I almost had an orgasm.

I’ve never in my life been given more singular attention from a man than by my fake boyfriend for the day.

He managed to charm every single person there. Even my mother liked him by the end of the afternoon. This guy absolutely doesn’t need my services, but right now, I need to be serviced.

I undress and grab one of my preferred waterproof toys, setting it on the shower bench. After stepping into the shower, I begin to wash my body with the fragrant shower gel. I scrub ferociously, needing to erase his touch from my memory before I implode from it. Closing my eyes, I can still feel him. It’s like he’s imprinted on me.

His blue eyes were drinking me in all day. That chin dimple was taunting me. I’m not sure what I want to do more, lick it, or sit on it.

I run my hands over my thighs. The palm of my hand brushes between my legs. I jerk at the sensation. Why am I suddenly wondering what Trey’s calloused hands would feel like between my legs? Oh god, I bet they would feel amazing.

My fingers run through my wet folds while I imagine what it would have felt like if Trey slipped his fingers into my bathing suit. Admittedly, I found myself praying for it most of the afternoon.

I lift one of my feet onto the bench, spreading my legs wider. Looking at the tile wall, I get flashes of Trey fucking me against it. He’s got the size and strength to easily fuck a woman against a wall. That’s another book-boyfriend thing that’s hard to replicate in real life, but I have no doubt Trey could accomplish it.

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