Page 11 of Faking it with My Billionaire Bosses

“Just sit here. Two minutes. That’s all.” He pulled off one shoe and then the other before taking my feet in his hands and rubbing them. “Consider this practice for when you’re being my fake date. You’re going to need to look a little more relaxed.”

So many feelings flushed through me simultaneously. His thumbs dug into my arches and I had to bite back a moan. Arousal hit me hard and I bit my lip and dropped my head back on the arm of the couch. It was too good. My feet did hurt from my shift at the bar and he was good at easing the tension. “You’re lucky my feet don’t stink.”

He chuckled. “If they did, it would’ve served me right for just doing this. I know better. I swear to god I wouldn’t typically just invite myself into someone’s house and start taking their clothes off. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

I watched his face and smiled. “Yet, you’re not stopping.”

He scowled at me. “Yeah, I’m aware.”

“Just going to keep going, huh?”

He growled. “Stop pointing it out.”

I laughed easily and sat up so I could rest my hands over his. They were so warm under mine that I wanted to slip them under his and have him hold me. “You should know something about me.”

He held my gaze and leaned closer. “What?”

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you wouldn’t be.” I slipped my feet free and stood up. “Now, let’s bake. That had to be more than two minutes.”

Groaning, he followed me into the kitchen. “Fake dating you is going to be torture. Just so you know.”

I reached into the fridge and pulled out my ingredients. “Are you sure you want to?”

He went to the sink and washed his hands. “You mean you haven’t realized the answer to that question yet? All of the creepy things I’ve been doing haven’t clued you in?”

I moved to grab him a paper towel just as he turned around to grab one and the small amount of space in my tiny kitchen vanished. We were suddenly right against each other, my chestbrushing his when I inhaled. I squeaked and jerked my gaze up to his.

“Jesus.” He shoved his hands into my hair and gripped my head while dropping his mouth to mine. Just before he kissed me, he growled out my name.

CHAPTER 9

Sonnie

The moment his lips brushed mine, Monster hissed and we sprung apart. The damn cat sat in the doorway of the kitchen, glaring at Drake. How he’d escaped Rosie’s room, I wasn’t sure, but he was in full cockblock mode as he strutted into the kitchen and wound his way around my legs before swatting at Drake.

“Sonofabitch.” Drake ran his hands through his hair and looked at me. “He’s a pest.”

I covered my mouth as the urge to giggle bubbled up out of nowhere. “I guess he doesn’t like you.”

“I’m not a huge fan myself.” With a dramatic sigh, he looked around the kitchen and seemed to orient himself. “Okay. I can do this. I can focus.”

“Are we not going to talk about that kiss?”

He met my gaze with a heated one of his own. “That wasn’t a kiss. When I kiss you, you’ll know.”

I swooned internally but tried to look reasonable on the outside. “Sure. Yep. Maybe we should bake now.”

“Yeah. It’s either that or I see how far I can get my hand down those jeans before you slap me.” He ran his eyes down my body and swallowed so hard I watched his throat move. “Baking. Baking now.”

I was bright red and shaky with need as I started us on the cakes. It took me all the way through mixing the batter to feel remotely normal again. I’d never felt so much need in my life and the fact it was Drake causing the reaction in me was nerve-wracking.

When I slipped the cakes into the oven and straightened, I realized we were once again free. I looked up at Drake at the same time he looked down at me and just when I thought he was going to grab me again, he shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted farther away. Disappointment hit me quick and hard.

“I’m not trying to fuck you and run, Sonnie.” He blew out a harsh breath and shook his head. “I was serious about taking you out on a date. I don’t want you to think I’m just here to fuck you.”

I groaned. “Please stop saying you don’t want to fuck me.”

He crossed the kitchen in a single stride and grabbed my hips. “Don’t be mistaken. I want to fuck you. I am dying to. I am in pain right now, Sonnie, from needing to fuck you. I just don’t want to scare you. I also really want you to give me a chance, even if it’s fake dating. I plan on fake dating the shit out of you until you beg me to date you for real.”

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