Page 63 of Cocky Nerd
That stern reprimanding voice just makes me even wetter, and he knowsit.
“This is ridiculous,” he says, as he reaches down to unzip hisjeans.
I am so close to coming. Lifting myself up so he can pull his dick out actually hurts because I desperately need to feel something between my legs besides my own throbbing ache. I realize that I am wearing tight jeans too, and despite my flexibility I will probably not be able to get them off without getting out of thecar.
“Shit,” I say. As I reach for the car door, someone knocks on the back door window and Iscream.
* * *
I’msure I will always be grateful to that officer for interrupting our vehicular lovemaking session, because what if I had gotten pregnant? With all the time changes while we were traveling, my birth control pills were taken at weird times, and who knows. I can’t believe I got so randy in a car, in a remote parking lot, in broaddaylight.
But I still think it’s fuckinghilarious.
John Brandt, however, fails to see the humor in it. He has barely looked at me since that old cop gave us a stern reprimand (not the kind that makes me horny) and told us to be on ourway.
“Oh come on, it’s not like we gotarrested.”
“I’m about to give a speech to a restaurant full of people, asking them to donate money to my foundation for the advancement of women in tech, less than two hours after an officer of the law found us dry humping in a rental car behind an abandoned warehouse. What’s worse—if he had shown up any earlier he would have found you driving that rental car without a license because I made you doit.”
“Oh lighten up.” I straighten his tie. “We’re at aparty.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not thinkingstraight.”
“It’s not the end of theworld.”
“It might be.” He leans in and stage whispers in my ear while buttoning his jacket. “We have to pose for pictures now. Do me a favor and try not to grab my dick or show yourboobs.”
“Ever?”
He grins and shakes his head again. “You are nothing buttrouble.”
“I’m your Pepper Potts,” I blink my doe eyes, innocently. “I keep yououtoftrouble.”
“You’reKryptonite.”
“Stop mixing superhero metaphors. But thankyou.”
“It’s not acompliment.”
“Yes it is.”You can’t stay mad atme.
He clenches his jaw and leans in towards me, resting his forehead againstmine.
A man behind him clears histhroat.
“John?”
I feel John’s body tense up, but it’s not reflected on hisface.
He pulls away from me and turns around to face—“Hi Dad.” He shakes hands with the silver fox who looks so much like an older version of John, it’s startling but it also makes me infinitely sad for some reason, seeing evidence of how beautiful my fake boyfriend is going to be decades fromnow.
“Hi Mom,” he says to the slender woman who’s looking at me with polite interest. He got the dark hair from her, the blue eyes from his father, the intense seriousness from both of them. He and his mother don’t hug so much as they give each other a two-handed pat on the arms while leaningin.
“Hello, John. You lookgood.”
“Good to see you. This is my girlfriend, Olivia Montgomery. My parents, Calvin andSofia.”
I smile at them, just as politely curious as his mother is.You don’t spend any holidays with him, but you’re just in time for the photo op at your son’sschmoozefest?
