Page 60 of The Fake Date Agreement

Her eyes widen. “He did that?”

I nod. “He did.”

She swallows. “My friend Max said…” Her voice trails off, and her cheeks turn pink. “Well, she thought there might be a little interest.”

Reid told me about Maxine Ryan.

Of all the friends Tobie had to have, it had to be Max. The best thing we can do for her is keep our distance. Tobie might not like hockey, but Max has good reason to want nothing to do with hockey players after what one put her through.

“Why would you want me?” she asks.

I smile slightly at her. “Can I have your hand?”

I hold my palm out for her.

“To do what?” she whispers, breathing fast, those gorgeous tits a temptation.

I suddenly want to know what her hand would feel like wrapped around my cock. Is that what she’s thinking? Does she want to touch me? Her breathing would not be that thready if she weren’t thinking of something she didn’t want me to know.

“I’d just like to hold your hand,” I tell her.

For now.

Slowly, she places her hand in mine. It’s warm, soft, and small in a way that makes me feel bigger, somehow.

“The sales assistant is going to have a problem with me being in here so long,” she says, swallowing hard. “And about you being in here with me.”

“I couldn’t give a shit about the sales assistant. How does it feel to wear something like that?” My eyes dart to her chest and the shirt she’s still using to cover herself.

“Like it might be too small,” she offers.

I smile at her. “It’s meant to tantalize. It’s also meant to make you feel sexy. How does it feel knowing three men want you?”

She looks away.

I lean toward her, tilting her head back to face me, but leave my fingers on her cheek and chin, far closer to the skin on show than I should. “Does it make you feel good?”

She swallows. “This is just pretend,” she whispers.

I absolutely should not be doing this in here. “Just pretend would be us holding hands in public only. Maybe laughing loudly at your jokes and having you laugh loudly back. But only in public.”

Her eyes are full of so many secrets, and I want her to tell me all of them. “What happens in private?”

I hold her gaze as I skim my fingers down the long line of her beautiful throat, grazing the swell of her right breast, and trying to ignore my cock pulsing at the soft, breathy moan she bites off before I can hear more of it.

“More.” I trail my fingers back up her body when I want to dip them under her panties. “You are sweet, Tobie Myers, and I need to know how you taste.”

She stares at me, breathing unsteadily. “W-what part of me?”

Holding her gaze, I skim my fingers down over her breast, coming to a stop at the band of her panties. “Which part would you let me?”

She shakes her head. “You don’t… you don’t mean it.”

I lean closer. My gaze drops to her barely covered breasts, inches from my mouth. “Oh, I mean it.”

“I shouldn’t let you.” Her eyes dart to the dressing room door.

I blow warm air over her and watch her right nipple pebble in response. “But you want me to. Don’t you?”

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