Page 46 of The Wedding Wrecker

"You know it does. That first kiss when you showed up, maybe that was just for show. But today, at the tasting..."

"What about it?"

"It felt different. Like maybe you weren't just pretending to be possessive."

I reached out to brush hair from her face, noting how her breath caught. "Maybe I wasn't."

"James..."

"Maybe we should work on our technique,” I suggested. Was the suggestion just about the oldest trick in the book?Yeah.But fuck if I cared. I wanted her lips on mine again. I couldn’t muster the willpower to care if I was being obvious about it or not.

Emma raised an eyebrow, but I saw how the pace of her breathing had increased. “You can’t think I’m really going to fall for that…”

“A real couple would have all kinds of kisses,” I continued. “Possessive ones, passionate ones, casual ones. It might looksuspicious if we have to kiss in front of people again and don’t do the right kind.”

“I feel like you’re full of shit.”

“You can feel how you want. I happen to be a professional, and I’d prefer to know we’re prepared for any situation.”

Emma rolled her eyes, lips slightly pursed in a smile. “So you think we need to kiss here… lying in bed… and you think that will somehow prepare us for any situation?”

I traced my thumb over her bottom lip. "That’s right. It wouldn’t mean anything. We’re both professionals, and we’d only be putting in the work to do our jobs convincingly.”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, catching the edge of my thumb. The small contact sent fire through my veins. “I suppose if we can both agree it doesn’t mean anything… I could let you try some practice kisses. Just for the sake of appearances, of course.” Her voice had dropped low, all breath and heat against my face.

I closed the distance between us slowly, giving her time to change her mind. When my lips touched hers, she made a small sound that shot straight through me.

This kiss was different. The others had been for show, even if part of me had deeply enjoyed them.

This was heat and need and three years of wanting.

Emma's hands slid into my hair as she pressed closer. I groaned at the feel of her body against mine, all soft curves and thin clothing barely separating our bodies. When her leg hooked over my hip, I rolled us so she was beneath me.

"James," she gasped as I kissed down her throat. “What context would we use this in, exactly?”

“This would be…” I said, pausing with a small smile. “Unexpectedly interrupted while having an intimate moment.”

Her lips curved at the corners. “And you think we’re really going to need to demonstrate this one in front of anyone?”

“Alright,” I said. “Here’s our casual kiss. No tongue, okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

I hooked my index finger under her chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips. A moment later, her tongue flicked out playfully, teasing my lower lip.

I laughed. “Bad girl. That will be the playful kiss. Let’s try casual again. Keep that tongue in your mouth this time.”

“Yes, sir,” she said sarcastically.

I pressed my lips to hers, and then she threaded her hands behind my neck and pulled me deeper, kissing me hard, then biting my lip. “Oops,” she whispered. “Was that too much?”

My hand slid up her shirt, my calloused fingers gliding over smooth, warm skin. “That depends… if your goal is practice? Yes, definitely too much. If your goal is to make me want to fuck you until you moan my name again and again? You’re getting close.”

She let out a soft gasp, arching her back against my touch and pulling me deeper into her hips with the leg she had hooked over me. “James…” she breathed.

"Tell me to stop."

Instead, she rocked herself, sliding her warmth across my cock and drawing a groan from me. I ground against her, loving how she whimpered and pulled me closer.

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