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We pull up outsideEmily’s apartment building and I attempt to send her a message and cancel one last time.But don’t.
This is the worst idea I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life.The woman who sucked me off in first class is my PA, who I then phoned at midnight on Friday night and had phone sex with.
Can this get any worse?
Why yes it can.I’m about to make her my fake fiancée.
I step out of the limousine and wait on the sidewalk.Emily messaged to say she’d meet me downstairs, and I figure it’s because she’s embarrassed about her apartment.
Both of us knew a bed is not a good idea, so I agreed.
A minute later, I turn and almost swallow my fucking tongue.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
“Hey,” Emily says while I’m still finding my voice.
She stops in front of me and her smile fades.She looks like she’s about to bolt at my thundering face.
I’m not mad.
I’m going out of my fucking mind.
Without thinking, my hand grips her hip and I lean in, kissing her cheek.
I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my whole damn life.
Drawing in her floral scent, I close my eyes and straighten.“You look lovely,” I rasp.
Lovely?
What an understatement.
“Thank you.”Emily gazes the length of my body.Desire flickers in her eyes, then she blinks it away.“So do you.”
Suddenly we’re both remembering Friday night.
“Emily—” I begin and she shakes her head, placing a hand on my chest.
I grab it, relishing the heat of her touch, and step forward.
“It never happened.Please.I never do that.”Her cheeks blush.
Fuck.
Nor do I.
I should never have asked her to move the phone, but the need to see her bare pussy consumed me.This woman has me doing the most insane things.
Releasing her hand, I take her chin and force her eyes to mine.“I have never done that in my life.But I don’t regret it.”
I need her to know that.
“Never?”Emily asks, and I like the fact that she knows she’s special, because for some reason she is.I don’t understand it and it’s exhausting trying to pretend I don’t want her.
I shake my head, and her eyes dart away.
