Her head smacks against the coving but her eyes are wide for another reason. I’m coming down on her with an almost violent force. She only just parts her lips in time for me to crash into them.
In seconds, her hands are gripping onto my arms for stability while I ravage her mouth in a single-minded assault.
A small moan works its way up and out of her throat, which makes me feral. She doesn’t know I’m doing this for show, and she isn’t stopping me.
I have no idea if the Russian is still behind us or not, because I’m sinking.
My tongue has slipped into her mouth and she tastes so damn sweet. One hand has wound up through her hair, gripping her tightly, while the other is coasting down her side, holding her in place while I push up against her.
More moans drift from her mouth when I nip at her lips, catching them in another heated kiss. I’ve forgotten why I started this now, and I can’t stop.
Her hands leave my arms and skate up my shoulder blades. It feels like she can’t get enough either.
Abruptly, I pull away and she almost stumbles into me. I stare at her wide-eyed, panting for breath. Her hair is disheveled, her lips swollen, her cheeks ripe with blood.
I did that to make our act seem genuine, but now I’m not sure if it’s even an act at all.
Erin
My mouth falls open as I try to get as much oxygen to my brain as possible. What the hell just happened?
I know what just happened. August just kissed me.
And that was like no kiss I’ve ever had in my life, and thank God, because if I had those kinds of kisses in my life—the kind that rob you of breath but are so good you don’t care—I’d be a dead woman.
When my vision sharpens, he’s staring at me, his chest rising and falling like he’s gasping for breath too. Then, a movement behind him catches my eye. The Russian couple just walked past.
I snap my mouth closed. So, that’s why August kissed me just now. Not because he wanted to, but because we almost blew our cover back there and we had to be more convincing as a couple.
My heart plummets.
Of course that’s the reason.
What other reason would there be?
He wouldn’t be kissing me because he wanted to. I mean, he’s an absolute specimen of a man. He could do alotbetter than me. There must be thousands of women out there half my age, cellulite-free and childless—the kind of women he’d actually want.
I have to remind myself that kiss is earning me two hundred thousand dollars. It’s fortunate I didn’t know just how good his kisses are, because I’d probably have given them to him for free.
Without another word, August takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to our suite. Once inside, he turns to face me with a calm exterior, as if nothing just happened.
“That was close,” he says after a short, sharp exhale.
I agree but my tone is flat. “Let’s hope the kiss was convincing enough.”
He watches me with darkness behind his eyes. “Hmm, I’m not sure.”
I’m stunned. The part I played in that kiss was completely authentic, which can only mean he’s not convinced by his own authenticity. My heart drops another inch.
“What did the blonde say?”
The subject change makes my head spin but I recall what I heard.
“Something about tomorrow and keeping a straight head—a level head.”
He nods for me to continue but I didn’t get much more than that.
“I can only understand bits, not everything,” I remind him. “That was all the business talk I gathered. Apart from that, she mentioned a place in Ontario a few times.”
