Page 4 of How To Fake A Fiancé

“Since I was eighteen. I grew up in the business. The bar I own has been in my family for generations, and I learned from my dad and grandpa.”

“That’s amazing,” she compliments. “All the more reason to use social media. Share your family’s and the bar’s story. People love a good story.”

“I know how to post a picture on Facebook, but that’s about it.”

“Then there’s hope for you yet,” she teases.

“That’s comforting.” I laugh. “Besides social media, how else do you spend your time?”

She shrugs. “It all depends on my mood, but most of the time I’m pretty extroverted. But I do love to sit with a pepperoni and mushroom deep dish pizza, watchingPhantom of the Operaoccasionally.”

“You’re a theater kid?”

“Nope. Just hot for Phantom.”

I laugh. “Even though he’s basically a stalker?”

“A girl can dream. And he’s way hotter than Raul.”

“So if I had walked in here with a mask on, you’d totally fall for me?” I tease back.

She laughs. “And what do you do when you’re not mixing drinks and chatting up all the girls at your bar?

Our conversation is easy and natural, I don’t understand how this woman is still single. She’s sexy, smart, and has a killer sense of humor.

The longer I sit here with her, the more I never want this, whatever this is between us, to end. She may not want the same thing, but how do I know if I don’t try?

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asks.

The urge to fuck her right here and now is killing me. I want her all to myself. When every stitch of clothing on her body is on the floor, and I’m balls deep inside her sweet pussy.

“Absolutely.”

We quickly finish our drinks and check into a room for the night.

After receiving the key cards, we walk to the elevators. An eternity seems to pass while we wait for an elevator to appear. My dick scrapes against my zipper, begging to spring free from its prison.

Finally, the elevator doors open, and we walk inside.

I press the button for our floor and watch as the elevator doors close.

The moment we’re alone, she turns to face me and grabs me by the shirt. Pushing me to the corner of the elevator, she crashes her lips to mine.

I didn’t see that one coming.

I’m caught off guard by her making the first move, but I go along with it. It’s actually hot.

Her lips are so pillowy and warm, I easily get lost in the heat of it all.

I wrap both arms around her petite frame, pulling her closer to me. A current of electricity zings across my skin everywhere she touches me. How much more of this heat can I take until I eventually come undone?

I nudge open her mouth, tasting everything she has to offer. Fuck, she’s sweet like candy.

She has to taste just as good between her wet folds.

A deep growl escapes my throat as I pull her impossibly closer. She clings onto my shoulders.

I’m usually a patient guy, but the more I have of her, the more I start to wonder if we won’t make it to the room in time. My need to claim her grows with each second that goes by.

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