Right about now, I was really fucking glad I’d made her agree not to mess around with anyone else. The last thing I needed was for Katie to fall for Jude or anyone else on my crew. I didn’t need that complication.
Fuck it. That was bullshit. The truth was I didn’t want to share the girl.
She may be my fake girlfriend, but she wasmyfucking fake girlfriend.
I pulled her flush against me and she smiled up at me. Then I laid one on her, kissing her long and deep, giving those fuckers at the bar an eyeful. She stretched up on her toes as I drew her tighter against me. When I let her go, she stumbled back a little in her high heels, but I held her, steadying her.
Jude was speaking with the hostess. The room was scattered with low couches, most of which were occupied, but she led us straight to the love seat Katie had pointed out, facing the wall of windows overlooking the dance floor below. I didn’t really care where we sat. Just wanted a break from the madness outside.
Jude ordered us a bottle and he and Flynn got scarce as Katie and I sank into the low love seat together. The waitress brought over an ice bucket on a stand and a bottle of champagne with two glasses. I poured us both some champagne and noticed Jude turning away a couple of women who wanted to come over. He wouldn’t let anyone get close. I flung my arm up on the back of the seat and relaxed as Katie sank against me. I definitely didn’t mind having her to myself for a while.
My hand found her bare shoulder, where the dress had slipped off and she hadn’t fixed it. I smoothed my thumb over her bra strap and leaned in closer. I let my lips graze her ear when I said, “You wore the lingerie.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes slightly. Then she lifted her champagne in toast. “To your new tour.”
I lifted my glass, touching the rim to hers. “And my new girl.”
My thumb was still stroking her shoulder, playing with the strap of her bra. She rolled her eyes a little. “I like the rhinestones,” she admitted, sipping her champagne. “They’re pretty.”
“They’re diamonds.”
Katie choked on her bubbly. “What?” She coughed and sputtered and reached to set her glass on the table by our knees.
I lounged back on the love seat, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I said, they’re di—”
“I heard you.” She was already wrestling beneath her dress, taking the bra off, apparently. “I can’t wear diamonds.”
I just watched the show, amused and a little perplexed, drinking my champagne as she stripped the bra off without removing the dress and yanked it free through an arm hole. “Why the hell not?”
She tossed the bra at me. “Because the diamond industry is, like, totally evil.”
I lifted the bra off my chest and brought it to my face. It smelled like her, like cherries and cream. Her mouth fell open as she watched me smelling it.
“The entire diamond industry?”
“You’ll have to take it back,” she insisted.
I dropped the bra on the couch beside me. “I don’t think they take back lingerie that’s been worn.”
“Well, we’ll donate it to charity.” She smoothed her dress. “Do you normally buy diamond-encrusted gifts for women the minute you start dating them?”
My gaze slid over the perfection of her tits, braless in the soft dress. Then I adjusted my dick in my jeans, spreading my legs as I eased further back in the seat. At this rate, the girl was gonna keep me perpetually hard. I looked up into her blue-green eyes, wondering how drunk she was. How much of this was Katie Bloom and how much of it was for show.
“You, Katie Bloom, are definitely nothing like the women I normally date.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, glancing at my hand on my crotch.
“You should.”
“Well, I have my integrity,” she announced. “And I don’t care if my values are misguided or not. They’re mine.”
She crossed her legs and my gaze dropped to the hem of her dress. My cock throbbed at the sudden image: me, balls deep in Katie Bloom, my hips rammed up between those creamy, smooth thighs. “What about the panties?”
Her eyes narrowed at me again. “They don’t have any diamonds on them. And they’re staying on.”
She sank into the love seat again, pleased with herself, and leaned into my side. My arm returned to the back of the seat, fingertips smoothing over her bare shoulder again. She glanced up at me.
Then she turned into me and kissed me.
