Page 2 of My Fake Lover

»Yeah, um... I think so,« I stammered. »But thank you.«

His eyebrows furrowed as if he didn’t believe my lie. »Are you sure?«

I exhaled sharply and let my arms hang. »Honestly, no. Betsy has some engine trouble.«

»Betsy?« If the situation hadn’t been so damn annoying, I would have laughed out loud because of his incredulous expression.

»My truck.« I pointed with my thumb behind me. »It’s smoking.«

He looked past me, and his jaw clenched as if he was pondering a problem only he could solve. I liked men who took action instead of just talking. He walked past me, clearly showing he was a doer. I followed him.

»Hold this,« he instructed me and handed over the portfolio. I clung to the smooth, cool leather as if it were my lifeline. Slowly, he removed his jacket and handed it to me as well. I felt like a useless coat rack in the middle of the 5th Avenue sidewalk. As he rolled up his white shirt sleeves, I noticed muscular, sinewy forearms and turned my gaze away. Somehow, this moment felt much too intimate, even though it shouldn’t. He actually leaned over the hood, as if he were not a millionaire CEO but an ordinary man solving a problem with his own hands. All the hairs on my body stood on end.

»Don’t ruin your tailored suit,« I joked, but he only let out a disapproving growl. I pressed the jacket tighter to my chest, and the scent of aftershave and fresh laundry reached my nose. Oh. My. God. This man smelled amazing.

He did something, pressed some hoses, and turned some levers before leaning back. Indeed, his hands were smeared with oil, and part of his shirt had been stained as well. »Oh no, wait a moment!« I exclaimed, rushing to the back of my truck. I tossed the jacket over my shoulder, clamped the portfolio more firmly under my arm, and unlocked the door with trembling fingers before diving in and grabbing a stack of moist disposable towels from a cupboard. When I turned around, I flinched once more because he had followed me. Broad and unyielding, he stood in the doorway, and I swallowed before approaching him and offering the towels. He took them and cleaned his shirt.

»You can wash your hands here at the sink,« I said, pointing to the corner beside him. He nodded gratefully, and water cascaded over his perfect fingers.

»And, what’s the problem?«

»Head gasket. A professional should have looked at this a long time ago. This issue probably didn’t just start today,« he said in a reprimanding tone as if speaking to a child. This man was not only forbiddenly attractive but also arrogant.

»Really? I thought it was enough for arrogant suit-wearers to come by and fix the damage for free.« I crossed my arms over my chest, and he glared at me. The tension between us escalated. I vented my frustration with this damn situation on him, which was wrong. I sighed deeply and threw my hands in the air. »I’m sorry.«

»You should be.« Did I mishear him? He dried his hands and took a step towards me. There wasn’t much space in my truck, and he was a giant who could barely turn around. And yet, I didn’t feel threatened by him. I was turned on. »You shouldn’t be so rude to others.«

»And what if I only speak like that to you because I sense that you secretly need to be taken down a notch and think you’re the center of the universe?«

»Because I am.« Was he joking? He didn’t crack a smile; instead, the sparkle in his gray eyes became even more intense as I stepped closer to him.

»Are you kidding?«

»Never.«

»You must have a sad life.« The wind slammed the door shut, and the bang echoed inside. I had already closed the hatch to go home if it weren’t for that damn cylinder-whatever getting in the way. And now, I felt trapped in a room no larger than an elevator with a wild animal. »Does everyone dance to your tune?« I asked defiantly, and he came so close that I had to tilt my head back.

»Everyone...« He hesitated, but suddenly his hand slipped into my hair, which he clenched into a fist. With the perfect degree of roughness, he pulled it back so I couldn’t escape. »Everyone except you.«

His lips suddenly descended upon mine, and I was taken aback by the hunger he conveyed. But I reciprocated. I poured all the frustration and pent-up desire of the past months into this kiss and paid him back in kind. I gasped between his passionate kisses, and my hand found his shirt, clawing into it and pulling him even closer to me. He lifted me up, spun me around, and set me down on the countertop while his fingers went wandering. Insistently, he traced the collar of my blouse down to my bare thighs. My polka-dot skirt had slid up a bit, and he positioned himself between my slightly parted legs.

I moaned as his fingers, rough, firm, and perfect, trailed up my inner thighs and met the silk of my panties. A growl escaped his lips, which couldn’t have turned me on more. God, I was making out with a man in the back of my food truck, a man who drove me completely insane, and whom I had seen for just five minutes every day for a year.

He continued to my rear and yanked me against him. His erection pressed clearly through the thin fabric of his suit pants and my panties. »You’re terrible,« he gasped before pulling my head to the side by the hair and showering my neck with kisses. I would never have attributed such passion to his cold demeanor, but what he was doing felt fantastic. Rough, hard, and at the same time, so hot.

»Not as much as you, Mister Arrogant, who never has a smile or a please for anyone else.«

»Your cheeky mouth...« He bit lightly into my skin, and I cried out, grabbed his belt, and opened it with trembling hands. Once more, his fingers found my center, rubbing my clit over the fabric before slipping underneath and massaging me with firm pressure. I leaned back, placing my palms on the cold stainless steel of my kitchen, and relished the sensation Max bestowed upon me. With his free hand, he opened his pants and stroked his length a few times. The sight of his strained face as he touched himself while absorbing every movement of my expression almost brought me to climax. His fingers slid through my labia, spreading my arousal and circling my clit again.

»Take me, Max,« I whispered breathlessly.

»I don’t have a condom.« I could hear the pure regret in his words, and something within me tightened as well.

»I’m on the pill,« I panted, beyond rational thought. Slowly, he shook his head, as if he wouldn’t cross that boundary. Even though I regretted not being able to sleep with him, his caution touched me. It wasn’t my nature at all to throw myself at someone I hardly knew. I had only had two long-term relationships, and even in those, I hadn’t been ready to completely let go and trust. So what was it about Max that made me abandon all my principles after just a few kisses? I had no idea. But at least his sense of responsibility honored him. So, I pushed him back slightly and slid to the floor. As I looked up at him, his gaze completely overwhelmed me.

Slowly, I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth. He moaned roughly and deeply as I took him in as far as I could. »Fuck,« he gasped, leaning on the countertop while I gave him the best blowjob of his life. His thighs tensed, and I sucked even harder on him. Driving him just as crazy as I was for him at that moment. But before he could climax, he pulled me up and effortlessly set me back on the stainless steel surface. Tomorrow, I would have to sanitize everything here, but it was worth it.

He pushed up my skirt, as if he couldn’t wait to get to my panties again. As he bent down and traced a line of kisses from my thigh to my center, a loud knock echoed throughout the interior.

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