Page 58 of Faking Romance

“Oh?”

“Yep,” she says as she grabs a bag from under the desk. “See you tomorrow. Good night, Gray.”

“Good night, Joc,” I reply. She looks between us, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her roll her eyes.

When it’s just Roxy and I, she steps forward. Then I step forward. We meet in the middle of the store.

“You’re amazing, you know that,” I whisper as my hand comes up to cup her jaw.

She leans her head against my hand. “Say that again.”

“You. Are. Amazing,” I punctuate each word as I press my lips to hers.

I pull back after a moment because I know what I want. It’s crazy. I don’t know if it’ll make things better or worse, but at this moment, I don’t care.

I take her hand in mine and pull her toward the door.

She laughs. “Where are we going?”

“Keys,” I state.

She grabs them from under the desk and turns off the lights before locking the door. She follows me to my apartment. I open the door and she steps inside. I watch her dress swish as she walks, and fuck me, I need her in a way that I’ve never needed a woman.

I walk toward her, caging her against a wall and putting a hand on either side of her head. I run my nose along the long line of her neck and then her jaw. Her breath hitches.

“If you don’t want this, leave now,” I say as I pull one hand away, letting her have an out because if she stays, I want her, all of her.

“I want this,” she whispers in a barely audible voice.

I smirk. “Thank fucking God!” I growl as I bend down and hoist her over my shoulder, carrying her into my bedroom.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Roxy

I squeal as I reach for anything, which ends up being Gray’s ass. Fuck. This man has a great ass. Gray is tall. I know this because I’m not exactly short and he towers over me by a good five inches at least.

When we’re in his bedroom, he slowly lets me slide down his body. We stand chest to chest, our breaths coming out ragged as we look at each other.

“Is this actually happening?” I ask because my mind has gone blank, and I don’t know what else to say.

“It is so fucking happening,” he says in a strained voice as if he’s holding back.

All of a sudden, I’m feeling…bashful.

“What?” Gray asks, his hand coming up to grip my chin, keeping me from looking away.

“I…wasn’t planning on doing this today,” I admit.

“So?” he says as his brows furrow.

My cheeks heat. “I…I mean, normally if I was going to hook up with someone, I’d get waxed, bring condoms, you know…all the stuff.”

Gray leans down and presses a kiss to my jaw, my neck, and then my clavicle. “Roxy, do you think I care about any of that?”

“Uh, you should care about that condom part,” I say with a moan as he nips my shoulder after sliding my dress strap off it.

“I have some,” he says, motioning to a nightstand while continuing to kiss a path down my chest to my right breast.

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