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“Faster, Nick. Oh, my God, give it to me. Give it to me. I’m soooo ready.” She takes a deep breath and holds it, letting small bits of air out at a time between gasps. “Yes! Yes! Oh, my God, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m…”

She moans through her fake orgasm with more fervor than I’ve ever heard from a woman.

Fuck, if she’s that good with a fake orgasm…

I’ve got to know what she sounds like coming on my tongue.

“Here you go, Ma’am.” Nick hands a now breathless and disheveled Adrienne the ice-cream cone she so magnificently asked for.

“Oh, thanks,” she answers with a smile. She pops the top into her mouth and takes a small bite, winks at me, and walks out of the parlor completely unfazed. I follow her out, a little uncomfortable in my shorts. “Did you get all that?”

I blink several times, looking at her, and then wrap my hand around hers holding her cone. I lower my mouth and suck off more of the top, licking my lips and savoring the taste.

Admittedly, it is damn good ice cream.

“I got it all, Babe.”

“Great. What’s next?”

“Uhh,” I chuckle. “What’s next is you give me a hot second to calm down. It’s not every day I get to witness a performance like that.”

She takes a quick glance at my crotch and smirks. “Sorry, not sorry?”

“Uh huh.” I smile at her and take another lick of her ice cream as she holds it in her hand. “The next time I get to hear you scream like that, it won’t be from ice-cream.”

CHAPTERELEVEN

ADRIENNE

“Okay numbereight I think we should do together,” Aris says reading his cell phone.

“Alright, what’s it say?”

“It says, ask passerby to take a racy photo of you in the art gallery. Bonus if the pic includes both participants.”

“Alright, Portside Gallery is back down on deck seven.”

We make our way back to the elevators that we’ve used more than once during this scavenger hunt and hit the button for level seven. I take a second to glance at Aris who seems to be having the time of his life. From watching me fake an orgasm to having to give a drag queen a piggy-back ride – what a sight that was by the way – he has taken everything in stride. I find myself watching him when he thinks I’m not looking and dammit, he’s making me think all kinds of dirty thoughts in my head I shouldn’t be considering.

He's hot as hell. Nobody can deny that with his broad shoulders and sculpted chest and messy auburn just-fucked hair. Gah! It makes me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. As nice as it’s been getting to know Aris and spending all this fun time together, there’s still so much I don’t know.

He’s still, for all intents and purposes, a stranger.

“Are you having fun?” He takes my hand and lifts it to his mouth where he places a soft kiss upon my skin. I honestly don’t know what makes him do it, but dammit, my heart’s all a pitter-patter and I don’t know what to do with because what we have going on right now is not real.

A girl could only be so lucky to land someone like him.

This whole afternoon has been an epic flirt-fest and I think I’m totally here for it.

And if I’m not mistaken, I think Dr. Aris McFuckme might be interested as well.

Or he’s just really good at this fake fiancé thing.

I squeeze his hand. “Are you kidding? This has been a blast! And each task just gets better and better.”

We step off the elevator and Aris freezes. I follow his stare to a large burly man in board shorts and a blue t-shirt. “What? What’s wrong?

“Oh, my God.” His eyes bulge.

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