Page 17 of The Pump Fake

“I have a friend who is new in town and hasn’t had time to meet anyone. Would you be willing to go on a double date with us?”

“Is she cute?” he asks.

“She’s hot,” I say, grinning.

“Sure. Why not?” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t sound too excited,” I laugh.

“Hey. I’m always up for meeting new people,” he says, pointing at me.

“I’ll text you the details after I talk with her.”

He gives me a thumbs up as he walks backward out of the room.

Cliff squeezes me then furrows his brow, thinning out his lips. “You have a friend who isn’t me?”

I press my lips to his, giving him a chaste kiss. “You don’t need to be jealous. I’m making friends on the team.”

He gives me his sexy smirk when he murmurs, “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you. Now take me home,” I order him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, pulling me out of the room and toward the car.

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Cliff

During the ride to her house, neither of us say much, just a few comments here and there about the game. Jade doesn’t live too far from the arena, making it where I pull up to her place before we know it.

Parking the car in front of her apartment building, I lean back in my seat, looking over at the woman sitting next to me. I want her so badly, but she needs to be the one to initiate. I never want her to feel pressured.

When she looks back at me, all of those thoughts fly out of the window because Jade is looking at me like she’s ready to devour me, and I’m here for it. Giving me a soft smile, she purrs, “Would you like to come up?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” I say not being able to hold back my excitement.

We both get out of the car as quickly as possible. When she comes round to the front of the car holding her bag, I take it from her.

She narrows her eyes at me, sassing, “I can carry my own bag.”

“I know, but when I’m around, you don’t have to,” I casually say, moving toward the lobby of her apartment building.

“Fine,” she replies, but doesn’t try to take it back.Good, she should accept that I’m always going to do anything and everything to make her life better.

She opens the door to her apartment, and I pull in my breath the moment I walk over the threshold. I’ve been here before. A lot of times. But this time is different. I’m not here as Cliff, her best friend. I’m here as Cliff, her boyfriend, whether it’s fake or not.

Dropping her bag down on the floor next to the couch, I turn and look for her. When I see her, the air in my lungs is taken and not for the first time tonight. Jade is standing in the middle of her living room in a lacy sheer bra, her hair that was once up now down in waves. As my gaze moves down her gorgeous fit body, I see her matching thong. Both a green color that matches her name perfectly.

My mouth waters, needing to taste every bit of skin showing. I clench my hands hanging by my side, itching to touch her. The words I need to ask her are stuck in my throat, because I can’t seem to stop staring at this fucking gorgeous woman in front of me.

Jade begins to move, and I snap my eyes toward her, not wanting to miss a thing. She drags her finger down the front of her body, and I track every movement. The longer I watch, the harder my cock gets.

Fuck, who knew a finger could be so sexy?

“Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to come over here?” she asks me, breaking me from my trance.

“I’m going to come now,” I say as I begin to pull my shirt over my head.

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