Page 45 of Fake It For Glory

“Too close,” I said.

The driver got in the front seat.

“Miss Moore’s house, please,” I said before putting up the partition.

“More champagne?” Merida asked quietly.

I smiled and shrugged. “Why not?”

She leaned forward and grabbed the bottle from the bucket. She refilled my glass and topped off her own. We leaned back against the seat. Neither of us said much of anything. I didn’t know what to say. What did one say after getting a pretty damn good blow job? Thank you seemed a little cheap.

The longer we didn’t talk, the tenser things got in the back of the limo. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. Her scent filled my senses. Although she’d given me a damn good orgasm, I wanted more. I wanted to be inside all that sweet warmth. I wanted to hear those soft moans as she came.

I leaned over and kissed her, my hand brushing over her breasts.

Then I remembered where we were. I pulled back and scooted over a few inches. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“I’m not.”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I muttered and turned to look out the window.

“Done what?”

“Any of it.”

“If we’re being honest, I think it’s fair to say I did the bulk of it,” she said, laughing. “You were just an innocent man sitting in the back of his limo when I came along and—”

“I got it,” I said and adjusted my cock that was coming back to full attention despite what she’d done to me minutes ago.

I looked out the window, watching the city lights slowly moving by. This was supposed to be a professional night, but now I felt lousy. The whole thing was a mistake. I hoped she didn’t think I used her. Or hired her to be my personal sex slave.

“Stop thinking, Jensen,” she said softly. “I had a good time. We had a good time. Please don’t make this weird.”

I nodded. “I’m trying not to.”

“It’s not like it has to be anything serious,” she said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I was glad she felt like that, but I felt like a jackass. I was pretty sure I broke some unspoken rule. I wished I could come up with a good excuse for my behavior. Unfortunately, all I had was the fact I was a man and she was a gorgeous woman. It wasn’t exactly rocket science. Me man. She woman. Let me beat my chest.

I leaned back in the seat and let the rest of the ride pass in silence. The car pulled up to her house. The driver got out and opened my door. I got out and moved to the side. He opened the other door and held out his hand to help her out. She slid out, quickly adjusting the dress and meeting my eyes.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” I said.