Page 74 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

It took a while to get our bearings, this new normal for us, like we'd taken a few steps back and we weren't sure where the boundaries were now. There was too much space between us, and I hated it.

But fate was apparently on my side because this so-called exclusive club grew more and more crowded, people around us jostling each other, Aria moving closer and closer to me as the night wore on.

The temperature in the club started to rise, the sultry scent of Aria's perfume hitting me like the ultimate aphrodisiac. I wanted her so much it fucking hurt.

The way she moved her body, her hips swaying, the perfect view down her top at all that luscious cleavage, drove me absolutely crazy. Her body was so tantalizingly close to mine, brushing against me, teasing me in the most intimate way, even though she probably didn't mean to.

She seemed lost in the rhythm of the music, our movements syncing up, creating our own little space like we were the only two people in the room. When she finally closed the distance between us, it was such sweet relief and felt so fucking right, like my world was finally complete.

Her body became flush with mine, her arms circling my neck, drawing my gaze down to her magnetic eyes, those perfect titsagainst my chest. My hands went around her, resting against the dip of her lower back, drawing her in closer.

With every movement, every touch, every sway of our hips, the heat between us intensified, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me. Fuck, I hoped this wasn't one-sided and that Aria felt it too.

A second later, I had my answer when she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to mine.Jesus. This woman.

Her lips parted in a silent invitation, one that I didn't hesitate accepting as my tongue swept into her mouth, fueled by my aching desire. She met me stroke for stroke, tasting me back as we explored each other, our kiss turning passionate, hungry, and raw with a sense of urgency like I couldn't get enough of this girl.

My hands roamed down her ass, tracing every curve I longed to explore, the curves that kept me awake at night, sweating with need and want for Aria, wishing like hell she was next to me in my bed.

We paused to catch our breath, and I tightened my hold on her, grinding her body into mine so she could feel how hard she was making me, her breath hitching at the feel of my very obvious erection between us.

As the music pulsed around us, I could feel the tension building, the air thick with lust and anticipation. In any other situation, I would have known where this was leading, but with Aria, it was all unknown.

To her, was this real or was it just for show?

Sensing that she wanted to say something, I lowered my head, and her soft breath met my ear, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"I have an idea," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the music. "What would you think about fake dating with benefits?"

After dropping that bombshell, she pulled back to look at me, probably to gauge my reaction. Which was complete and utter shock. My mind raced as it tried to catch up with her words. And in that split second before I could respond, she seemed to reconsider, shaking her head.

"Never mind," she said loud enough that I could hear her.

"Never mind?"

"You hesitated."

"I was in shock. That's why I didn't answer right away."

"Oh." I didn't hear the actual word but I could read her lips, see the doubt in her eyes.

I pushed my hips into her and leaned down close to her ear, wanting to make sure she didn't miss a single word. "You can feel that, right? Does that feel like a man who would hesitate at the chance to fuck you?"

Her eyes widened, her lips parting again, apparently stunned by my words.

"In case you don't know the answer..." I slowed down my speech, making sure to enunciate every syllable so we were clear. "It's a definite fucking yes from me."

Her lips clamped together as she fought back a smile, the light shining brighter in her eyes. "Okay."

"Okay, what? Okay, yes?" I asked, trying my best not to sound like an eager puppy.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

I nodded, amused by the waffling, although my dick was certainly not amused. "Take your time," I finally said, my voice low and husky. "And really think about it."

However much I wanted her, I did mean what I said. I wanted her to be sure, one-hundred percent sure, because once we crossed that boundary, there would be no turning back.

Right now, we had a good thing going. We'd succeeded in getting past our little hook-up session in Paris, and to do more would just make things a hell of a lot more complicated.

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