Page 9 of Just One Fake Date

Shannyn continued, ignoring his question. “I’ve learned to like things simple. I prefer clear boundaries and simple transactions. Sex for a fake date sounds just about right to me.”

“Even with a smug entitled asshole?” He smiled a little again, the sight finishing her.

“Maybe especially with one. It’s time to find out what I’m missing.”

His eyes lit. “I reserve the right to try to change your mind.”

Shannyn smiled. “I don’t think you will.”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

“That’s usually my warning.” They smiled at each other for half of forever and it felt to Shannyn as if there was no air left in the room.

“Do we have a deal?” she managed to ask finally.

“Yes.” Tyler moved decisively, clearly intent on seizing the moment. “Yes.” He caught Shannyn’s nape in one strong hand, pulled her closer and looked into her eyes for a moment. When she held his gaze steadily, he bent to capture her lips beneath his own.

It was a good kiss, both possessive and persuasive. Unhurried and thorough. It wasn’t just poetry he savored. It was a kiss that meant business, a kiss that was unequivocal, and a kiss that convinced Shannyn that she’d made exactly the right choice.

Two

Shannyn couldn’t have made a moreperfect invitation.

Given her opinion of him, there was no danger of her wanting more than simple satisfaction—which Ty was more than happy to provide. Their arrangement was elegant in its simplicity. Why couldn’t all relationships be like this? She’d spelled out the terms. She’d told him what she wanted and he would deliver.

It was ideal.

Shannynhadchanged. She’d been quiet and composed in that long-ago class, except for the time she’d told him off. Even then, there’d been an emotional edge to her anger, and now she was cool. Her heart wasn’t on her sleeve anymore and her thoughts were harder to read. Ty guessed that some jerkhadbroken her heart. Healing had made her tougher and more sure of what she wanted, maybe more likely to ask for it outright.

He couldn’t help but be glad that she wanted him.

He’d anticipated that her shyness would return when he kissed her, but was pleasantly surprised. She didn’t just meet him halfway: she leaned into their kiss, demanding even more. It was as if she was starving for sensation. There was a hunger in her touch that hinted it had been a while for her and Ty intended to make sure she didn’t regret her choice.

He held her close with that one hand, his fingers lost in the silk of her hair, and felt her soften even more. Her fingers were splayed on his cheek, her tongue touching his. Even as she invited him to deepen their kiss, Ty was aware that she was more fragile than him. He wanted to gather her close and carry her off, but he sensed that it was important to Shannyn to be the one making the choice.

He flicked the door shut with one hand then poured everything into that kiss, wanting it to be as irresistible as possible. He heard her messenger bag slip to the floor. He felt her sigh then nestle against him, her hands running beneath his suit jacket as she checked him out. The quick flick of her tongue against his sent fire through his veins.

This was the good stuff—and even better when Shannyn framed his face in her hands and backed him into the table, feasting upon his mouth as if she’d eat him alive. Tyler’s heart pounded and everything in him went tight with need. She lifted one knee to the table and crawled onto it, then wrapped her thighs around him, pressing her softness against him. Ty was overwhelmed—and that was before she rocked her hips, demanding even more.

He spun around and lifted her to the table. His files scattered and he didn’t care. Shannyn slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, those legs locking around his hips. She was wearing leggings and he cupped her butt in one hand, letting his fingers slide between her legs to caress her. She moaned, then nipped at him with her teeth, as if she wanted it fast. He could smell her perfume and the heat of her skin, and she pulled him on top of her, writhing beneath his weight in a way that made him nearly lose his mind. There was only Shannyn, her touch and her kiss, the sweet curve of her beneath him, the desire in her invitation and his own need to possess her...

The phone rang at the front desk and Ty suddenly recalled where they were. He lifted his head with reluctance but didn’t let go. Shannyn looked less composed than she had, her lips soft and a little swollen, her cheeks flushed. There was a glow in her eyes that hadn’t been there before, either, and Ty liked his contribution to the change.

“Not here,” he murmured and she smiled, her gaze flicking to the door.

“We could lock the door,” she suggested. The wicked glint in her eyes made his heart skip.

He’d never done it in the office. He was all for plans and the right setting, but there was something hot about her need.

“I want to linger over it.” He touched his lips to her ear and murmured against her skin. “I want to make you shout.”

Shannyn shivered a little, brushed her lips across his jaw, then smiled at him. “Are there private rooms in this club?” She reached up with a fingertip to touch his mouth again, her touch making him shiver. The way she watched the progress of her fingertip, her own tongue sliding over her lips, made him throb. “Maybe for a nice private massage?”

“I can do better than that,” Ty said. “I live on the top floor.”

“No.”

“The plan is to convert the floors above the club to condos, but we’re waiting on permits.”

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