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Why does his voice sound like that? All low and rough and...dangerouswhen he says that.

I peek sideways to find him watching me with that infuriating smirk. The one that says he knows exactly what he's doing to my pulse right now.

He leans even closer, his lips nearly brushing my ear. "Or are you saving it for something special? Because the way you sounded last time… made it pretty damn hard to forget.”

Heat floods my face. The implications in those words make my stomach flip.

I don’t answer. I’m too busy doing math in my head, calculating how many hours I'm going to need to survive without giving into every dangerous temptation currently flooding through my body right down to my core.

My mind drifts back to that heated moment in my office.

The way Connor’s hands roamed over my body. His teeth sinking into my nipple, the sharp pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure. I would have done anything he wanted in that moment, anything to keep feeling his touch.

And now, here I am, on a trip with him for the next ten days. As his girlfriend. Fiancé. Wife.

Whatever the fuckthisis.

I glance at him, his profile striking against the cabin's soft lighting. He’s talking to Ryder across the aisle, his laugh easy and carefree. I wonder if he thinks about that moment too. If he’s as affected by it as I am.

"Lucy?" Connor’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I turn to find him watching me, those amber eyes catching everything.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I lie, forcing a smile. "Just... tired."

He nods, but there’s something in his gaze that tells me he doesn’t believe me. Of course he doesn’t. Connor Walsh sees through people like they’re made of glass.

I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable. It’s going to be a long flight. And an even longer ten days pretending to be Connor’s... whatever.

Connor’s hand lands on my thigh. His hand squeezes gently before he pulls away, leaving a cold void where his warmth was. I miss it immediately, which annoys me more than anything.

This trip is going to be torture.

I close my eyes and lean back in my seat, trying to will away the memories of Connor’s hands on me, his teeth biting down on my sensitive skin. But they’re relentless, playing over and over in my mind like a broken record.

Ten days of this? Pretending we’re something we’re not?

My heart pounds so hard I'm sure Connor can hear it.

"Good morning, passengers. Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for takeoff."

The pilots voice echoes through the cabin and I turn to stare out the window, pressing my burning cheek against the cool glass.

Because right here, thirty thousand feet about to happen, I realize something that terrifies me more than any turbulence could.

I'm not just fake dating Connor Walsh.

I might actually be falling for him.

Chapter Eleven

Connor

TheLAskylinerollsby in a blur of palm trees and sun-drenched boulevards, but I don’t see any of it.

Because I’m too busy watching Lucy.

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