Page 21 of Boss's Fake Fiancé

“Mmm, yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Tell you—what?”

My whole body is overheating now, heat running from my toes up my thighs, settling in my core, buzzing as his fingers graze that part of me that I can never seem to reach on my own.

“Tell me who’s going to make you come tonight.”

“I—”

He slaps my ass, just like he did out on the patio. The sound is loud in the room and I feel myself get even wetter, somehow, at the shock of it.

“Who’s going to make you come?” he taunts, gripping my ass tight as I grind down on his hand.

“Y-you.”

“That’s right. I want you to remember this next time you decide to start an argument.”

There are no words.

My vision is already going white at the edges and I close my eyes, gripping his shoulders as his thumb punishes my clit, his teeth grazing a nipple. The dress has fallen off my shoulders at some point and I’m practically naked on top of him as my orgasm crests, sweeping me into bliss, into nothingness, my head tipping back, and a long, low moan escaping.

When it’s over, Jenson carefully removes his fingers. His eyes are dark as he looks at the juices coating them, and he licks his lips. I hold my breath, waiting for what comes next—for him to push me back, climb on top of me, ask me if I want more.

Yes, yes, yes.

Instead, he carefully helps me, my thighs weak from his attentions, off his lap to settle on the bed beside him.

“What are you doing?”

“Running you a bath. You look like you need it.”

That damn smirk.

He leaves me there and flicks on the bathroom light. His erection is still there, throbbing beneath designer boxers as he runs the bath and adjusts a few other things.

Damn it.

Pretending to be attracted to Jenson isn’t going to be hard at all. And that’s a problem.

Chapter8

Jenson

“Mel! Jenson!”

Mel jumps. I feel it where my hand rests on her lower back. Day two, and our conversation last night—or maybe the other things we got up to—finally has her accepting my touch. She steps closer to me as Roy appears on the patio, and I can’t help wondering if she realizes it.

“Morning, Roy.” My response comes out smoothly. Everything depends on him believing this whole charade, so I squeeze Mel’s side. The dress she’s wearing covers her from neck to ankles, but the fabric is flimsy. In a good way. A brush of my fingers and I can feel her curves beneath—a distraction.

“Hello,” Mel says shyly, giving him that beautiful smile I’ve always loved. It’s genuine; that’s the trick. Mel’s never been anything but genuine. It hits me suddenly that this trait of hers could be a cog in the wheel at some point…but so far, she’s doing great.

“Join us for breakfast?”

Roy looks relieved. “I was worried some of the investors would be up early, wanting to talk business. Company retreat but they can’t separate business and pleasure.”

Mel shivers. We head to a small four-person table near the railing and settle in. Beneath us, somewhere down a forested hill, I can hear a stream running. The trees here are all a deep emerald and shrouded in shadow. It helps me relax back into the chair and smile at my boss and fiancé. Fake fiancé.

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