Page 77 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

And there he was, suited up, looking handsome as hell and so damn tall as he strode toward me. My God, what a fucking man. Little flutters took off in my chest just from the sight of him.

But that was nothing to the near heart attack I had when he entered the room, walked right up to me, and lifted me from the seat, a question in his eyes as I looked up at him. I knew what he wanted to know, and I decided I didn't want to draw it out.

Because I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted his hands on me. I was dying to touch this man and for him to touch me.

"So I've thought about it a lot," I said, his eyes practically devouring me, "and it's a yes."

I didn't even get a chance to register the expression on his face because, in a flash, he was on me, kissing me like I'd never been kissed before, making me swoon, making me positively weak in the knees for this man.

Good lord.

The hunger. The passion. I could feel it in his every movement, every breath. Ethan Lockewantedme.

Our tongues danced, our hands explored, our breaths mingled. Until Ethan pulled back with a frustrated growl. "You're driving me crazy," he said.

Without letting me reply, one of his hands swept into my hair, angling my face upwards, his eyes going to my mouth a split second before his lips returned to mine, biting then sucking my lower lip into his mouth.

I let out a moan. And yet another when his other hand went to my breast, touching me there for the first time. He wasn't gentle. Yet he wasn't rough. He gave me the perfect amount of pressure as he explored, his thumb brushing over my hardening nipple.

He answered my moans with noises of his own, low and deep in his throat, the sound wrapping around me like a heated embrace, only adding to the craving inside me.

His palms moved to my ass, grasping me to him, crushing our bodies together. He began to move my skirt up while I shimmied my hips, the tight pencil skirt clinging to me. But Ethan managed to get it to where he needed it, where I needed it too.

Warm hands grasped my thighs before going up my hips to the sides of my underwear. His fingers toyed with the straps before slowly lowering them and then lowering himself in front of me to remove them from me completely.

I swallowed hard, our eyes connecting in the dim light, watching him as he put my panties in his pocket.

"They're mine now," he said.

Why was that so hot? That Ethan would want that kind of memento of me made me shiver with desire. And even more so when he grasped my legs, his eyes radiating sinful thoughts.

"Sit," he commanded.

Um, okay. I didn't need to be told twice. I sat in my chair, my ass bare, something this poor chair had never seen before.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked.

"I, uh, I've never been in this position before."

"Good."

He grinned at me, something dark in his gaze as he kissed his way up my leg, not leaving an inch untouched with his mouth, his lips, his tongue, even grazing his teeth along the way from my ankle to my thigh. And then he repeated himself on the other side, taking his sweet time, leaving me a quivering mess.

He stopped just short of where I wanted him to kiss me next, and I brought my hips forward, desperate for him to take the hint.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he said.

Oh, God.

I didn't hesitate to do what he asked, showing Ethan my whole world, my pulse taking off at this most intimate act, wondering if he was about to do what I thought he might, what I hoped he might, something I'd honestly dreamed about during lonely nights at my desk, a man coming in here and sweeping me away with desire.

It'd never been my fiancé or a real boyfriend, only this pretend one. The irony was not lost on me.

All thoughts fled my mind when he helped me, clearly not happy with how far I'd spread my legs. Instead, he placed one leg over the armrest of my chair, staring at my lower half now that I was splayed completely open for him.

Vulnerability struck me at this position. What on earth was Ethan thinking? Was he totally turned off or would he maybe like what he saw?

"You have the most beautiful pussy in the world," he said, his voice raspy.

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