Page 14 of Pump Fake

I led her into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us. She tilted her head, and I bent mine, our faces inching closer.

“Tonight wasn’t what I expected.”

“Me either,” she whispered.

Then we were kissing. Her lips parted beneath mine, and I slipped my tongue in to tangle with hers, groaning. She tasted like heaven, a mix of tequila and honey, just like I knew she would. Her arms wound around my neck, and I gripped her thighs, boosting her up. When her legs wrapped around my waist, I crowded her against the door.

I needed to see and feel more of her. My hands slid from her thighs to her waist. Stepping back from the door, I urged her to lower her legs and broke the kiss. Our breaths crashed in the air between us. As her legs slowly slid down my body, I groaned.

“I need this off.” I tugged at the tie at her hip that would release the wraparound silk dress.

Her hand fisted in my shirt and she gave it a tug. “Take this off.”

I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Her hands froze, the knot at her hip only partially loosened.

I laughed then flexed my chest muscles. With my finger, I brushed at the corner of her mouth. “Little drool there?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Shut up.” Then she undid the tie holding her dress together and let it drop to pool at her feet, leaving her in only an off-white lace bra and thong.

It was my turn to lose the ability to speak, my only focus to touch her. Damn, she was gorgeous, and I wanted to feast on every inch of her. I closed the distance between us, cupped the back of her neck, and slanted my mouth over hers. Her body melted against mine, soft silky skin to my hardness. When she parted her full lips, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, teasing and savoring her while her hands trailed over my body.

I ran my fingers over the silky scrap of thong between her legs. She was soaked. I grew impossibly harder, desperate to get inside her. Hooking the slip of fabric to the side, I thrust two fingers into her depths.

Her body tensed, and her head fell back against the door, mouth open on a gasp. I held her still, my fingers surrounded by her soft, slick chamber, and waited. It didn’t take long. She arched her back and moaned, and I knew she wanted more. As I held her pinned to the door, she leveled me with heavy-lidded, gorgeous eyes that flashed a combination of irritation and desire.

“If you don’t continue what you started, I’m going to findMav, even without an intro, take his hockey stick, and beat you over the head with it.”

I huffed a dark laugh, pulling out my wallet and the condom I keep in there. “Maybe don’t bring up another guy when I’m about to fuck you senseless.” I planned to give her a night she would never forget.

Her eyes glazed over. “Okay.”

CHAPTER NINE

BRIELLE

Light battered my eyelids, and I stretched, warm and comfortable and reluctant to wake after such an amazing night. I hadn’t slept that well in two years. I usually tossed and turned most of the night instead of achieving the rest I needed. I rolled over, seeking the heat source at my back.

That did it. I came in contact with a hard chest. My eyelids flew open, and the evening came flooding back. I gazed at Ares, who slept by my side. Long, thick lashes that any girl would be jealous of—me, I was that girl—cast shadows on his high cheekbones. Even in sleep, his face was chiseled, his jaw strong. The sheet rested a little above his waist, displaying perfect washboard abs. Damn, he was fine. And the way he made me feel… Heat pooled, and my core clenched. I wanted another round or two, minimum.

What am I doing?I covered my face with my hands, embarrassment flooding me at what I’d let happen. I’d slept with Ares Bellingham. Not only was he a sex god like his video promised, but he was a relative to one of my students. It was wrong on so many levels. I peeked at him between my fingers, the urge to wake him in wicked ways almost too strong to resist. Slowly, Iinched backward until one leg hung over the edge, and I strained to touch the floor. When my foot found purchase on the cold floorboard, I eased the rest of my body from the bed, contorting strangely and trying not to wake him.

Damn tequila. I always wanted sex when I drank it. And I should have known better than to consume that around a guy I couldn’t stop thinking of, regardless of how he’d irritated me during our first encounter—stupid night out with frenemies. The strain from that had caused me to down all those shots.

One good thing was I didn’t have a hangover.If I could just find my clothes…I tiptoed around the room, finally locating my bra and panties on the floor. I slipped them on then searched for my dress. His clothes were there, but mine weren’t. I didn’t understand. I stood in the center of the room, trying not to panic.

“What are you doing?”

I froze like a deer in the headlights, or in my case, Ares’s whisky-colored eyes. “I-I’m trying to find my dress.”

He sat up, and I touched the corner of my mouth.Did I just drool a little?He looked like a bronze god come to life. I swallowed thickly. He had a perfect body. I shivered, remembering all those muscles under my fingers. How he felt moving over me, around me, and in me. Oh, God. I needed to get out of there before I climbed him like a tree. The man was an addiction.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, biceps bulging, and I swiped at the other corner of my mouth.Get ahold of yourself!I had a problem and needed to address it—by leaving.

“Right. Your dress.” He covered a yawn then blinked a few times, heat turning his eyes molten as he scanned my barely clothed body. “After you fell asleep, I tried to soak the wine stain. It’s still in the laundry room, but I think I need to take it to the dry cleaners instead. It didn’t look like it would come out. You can borrow some clothes.”

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the sheet back andunfurled his huge body, standing at the side of the bed—naked. I barely contained the whimper that climbed my throat. Heat pooled in my core, and I locked my leg muscles tight when my knees weakened.

He swiped his boxer briefs off the floor and put them on over his very impressive package, and I clenched my thighs together. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a T-shirt and drawstring joggers and handed them to me. I slipped the shirt on over my head. It fell almost to my knees. The joggers weren’t any better, but at least they had elastic and a drawstring tie that I pulled extra tight so they wouldn’t fall off. I rolled the cuffs several times, as Ares was a foot taller than me. I couldn’t do much about the shirt except tie a knot at my waist. When I looked up, his lips twitched.

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