I sat up on my elbows to watch him. “Are you going to tie me up?” I asked in a throaty voice.
“That and more,” Drew rumbled as he pulled at the buttons on his shirt. “But first I need a taste.”
He dropped to his knees and slid my legs apart.
“Drew!”
He pushed closer to me, running his palms up the bare skin of my thighs. I was in a flowy black skirt that hid the fact that I’d skipped underwear for the day.
“That’s my girl,” he sighed once he realized. “If I’d known you were this close to naked while you were sitting next to me I would’ve found a way to tease you with the cameras rolling. Can you imagine it? Me, slipping my hand under your skirt, giving you a little tickle …”
He gently traced his fingertips down me and my entire body convulsed with need.
“You would’ve had to keep talking while I played with you, so they wouldn’t figure it out.”
Drew moved closer to plant a quick kiss between my legs.
“Please.” I was breathing heavy now.
“Are you begging me?” He kissed me again, and this time pressed his tongue against my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I’m begging.”
Drew plunged his tongue into me and I swear I almost hit the ceiling. My entire body went numbandelectrified as he made love to me with his mouth. It was a mash-up of sensations, with one of his hands clenching my ankle like he was locking me in place and the other teasing me. Within minutes, he’d pushed me over the edge.
I think I screamed out his name, because when I opened my eyes he was laughing softly.
“I like the way that sounds,” he said. “Now I’m going to make you do it again.”
I felt boneless as I watched him strip down. His eyes never left me.
I sat up when he grabbed a condom. “Hold on. I want to?—”
“No way, not now,” he shook his head. “I can’t wait.”
The truth was, neither could I. The man was perfection, a chiseled masterpiece of a human who just happened to possess the world’s most incredible cock.
He moved closer then paused with a devilish smile on his face. “Now what was that you said about getting tied up?”
19
DREW
“Are you nervous?” I asked Emilia as we walked up to Harrison and Gwen’s front door.
“Who, me? Nervous about meeting my fake fiancé’s nearest and dearest family and friends? Oh no, not at all!” She laughed. “Just to clarify, the only people who know we’re not a real couple are your brothers and father?”
“Correct,” I said. “If anyone else asks about us, stick with the plan. We can’t afford to have any leaks out there.”
“Got it,” she said with a nod. “So we’re doing the PDA thing?”
I paused before ringing the doorbell. “Oh, hell yes. So don’t be surprised if I do this.” I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Or this,” I put my finger under her chin and lifted it. “Or this.” I leaned down to give her a gentle kiss.
Even the briefest press of our lips was enough to wake up my entire body to the possibilities. Reluctantly, I pulled away. I was so consumed by the woman that it didn’t take much to get me going, and I wasn’t about to walk into the party with a hard on.
When I stepped back Emilia was still frozen with her eyes shut and her face upturned.
“What were you saying?” she joked. “I blacked out for a second.”
