Page 13 of Faking It with the Enforcer

“I dragged you in first,” I say, glancing at her again and then returning my attention to the road as cars start to move again. Her cheeks are still flushed, muting the effect of her freckles.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful it physically hurts to look at her. It’s an ache in my bones that I can’t fully describe or explain.

“Well, then I guess we’re even,” she says with a soft smile. “Thank you again, by the way. For stepping in with James. I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Emily,” I say, my voice rougher than intended. The thought of that creep bothering her makes my blood start to heat again.

She shakes her head, her red hair glinting in the sunshine. “No, I do. You’ve taken me in, given me a comfortable place to stay. You’re looking out for me, and I…” She swallows thickly. “It means a lot to me. So I’m happy to go along with this. Do you need me to do…anything?”

I need you to sit on my face.

The thought comes hot and fast and unbidden, making my dick press against my zipper.

I clear my throat, not fully trusting my voice. “Actually, yes. There’s a game tomorrow night, and the coach invited you to come. You’ll be sitting in a box with his daughter and fiancée.”

“Oooh, acting,” she says with a little giggle. “Not exactly my strong suit, but…I’m in.”

Six

Wolf

It’s late afternoon when we pull into the parking garage of my building and I slot my SUV into my assigned spot. We exit the vehicle and step into the elevator, where I press the button for my penthouse. Emily stands beside me, her reflection in the mirrored walls showing a small, tired figure. Fuck me, she barely comes up to my shoulder. She’s so fucking tiny that it makes my heart race.

She rolls her neck and stretches, and I can feel the exhaustion coming off of her in palpable waves. She busted her ass today, and she’s going to keep busting it the entire time she’s here. I might’ve just met her, but I already know that Emily’s the type of girl who takes her passions seriously and gives her all. I can see it in the way her face lights up when she talks about ballet. I could see it this morning in how nervous she was. She wouldn’t have been that nervous if she didn’t care. If this didn’t mean everything to her.

“You must be sore,” I say, breaking the silence between us.

She looks up at me, those green eyes meeting mine in the mirror ahead of us. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she says with a small smile.

The elevator doors open, and we step into my place. “You know what you need?” I ask.

“A massage?” She says it so innocently that I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, but holy shit. What I wouldn’t give to lay her out and rub her little body until she melted for me.

And there’s a new fantasy to add to the list.

“I was going to say a hot shower. The one in my bathroom has all these fancy jets that are almost as good as massage. There’s a steam function, too.”

Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. “That sounds amazing. Yes, please. I will absolutely take you up on that.”

The sudden image of pinning Emily up against that shower wall as hot water pours down over us sears through me, and I blink it away. I tip my chin in the direction of my bedroom, leading her toward the far end of the penthouse. She follows me into my bedroom, and I ignore the way my cock goes rock hard at having her in here.

Just then, my phone chimes from my pocket, and I fish it out, quickly reading the message. It’s not important, so I toss my phone down on the bed, returning my attention to Emily, who’s watching me with a small smile on her face.

God. She’s so pretty that it makes my chest ache.

I need to tattoo the message that Emily’s off limits to the inside of my eyelids because I seem to forget in the span between blinks.

I open the bathroom door and let her step in first. The shower is a massive glass enclosure with jets coming from every angle. I walk over to the control panel on the wall.

“It’s a bit complicated,” I say, starting to press buttons. “You’ve got your rainfall shower head, detachable shower head, then the side jets, and the steam function.”

Emily watches intently, her fingers playing with the ends of her hair. I lose my train of thought for a second because I’m too busy drooling over her.

“And what does this do?” she asks, pointing to another set of buttons and bringing my focus back to what I’m supposed to be doing.

“This is where you adjust the pressure and the temperature. And if you want to use the steam function, just press this button. It’ll fill the shower with steam, like a sauna. I like to use that after games. Helps get all the knots out.”

Her head swivels from the panel to me, my skin growing hot and tight as her gaze travels over my shoulders, down my chest and then to my thighs. I fight the urge to adjust myself, hoping she can’t see the slight bulge in my jeans that seems to always be there when I’m around her.

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