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Charles’s fingers slid delicately over his date’s shoulder. There was familiarity in that touch, and we both saw it. Annie may be mine, but I was smart enough to realize she’d had feelings for Charles at one point in time. Hell, getting him to commit to Annie was a selling point for this whole ruse in the first place.
As the tour wrapped and we waited for the flights to be delivered, I leaned into her space. “Kiss me. In front of him—in front of everyone.”
Her eyes shot to mine, searching. “And what would be the point of that?”
To prove to you that what we have is real.
“Revenge, obviously. Served ice fucking cold like his cold, dead heart.”
Annie gulped hard, but her voice was strong. “No.”
Heat flared in my eyes. I liked Annie’s backbone. Her resilience. Grabbing her hand, I led her through the door at the back of the brewery and down the dark hallway.
“Where are we going?”
Without looking back, I let my growing frustration bubble. “I need to talk to you.”
I stepped closer to her, knowing the long dark hallway would keep us from view. Annie’s back pressed into the wall, and I moved forward, leaving only a few inches between us.
Her head tipped back to look me in the eyes.
“Do you still want him?”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “Who?”
“You fucking know who.”
“Charles?”
I placed one hand against the wall on each side of her, caging her in. “Yes.”
Her eyes searched mine. My heart beat wildly, waiting for her answer. “Are youjealous?” she seethed.
A growl rumbled through me. “You’re damn right I’m jealous. I also don’t like the way he looks at you—like whatever’s going on between you is some kind of game. You’re not a game. You’re the fucking prize.”
Annie breathed out. “I thought this was supposed to be fake.”
I leaned down to whisper. “Nothing about the way I feel about you is fake. It never has been.”
Her breaths quickened, causing the tops of her breasts to tease the edge of her tank top. Using my fingertips, I traced the long line of her neck and across her collarbone, slipping a finger under the thin spaghetti strap.
“I can wait. Until you open your eyes to what this really is. I’m more patient than you realize.”
“We talked about this. I thought we set boundaries.”
I nodded toward the door where damn near our entire town was laughing and drinking beer. “Technically, this is in public.” I leaned back to appreciate how gorgeous she looked, full lips parted in surprise and a sexy little flush staining her cheeks. “Fuck, baby, I’m getting hard just looking at you.”
Annie’s fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt as her fists twisted. My hips flexed forward as she wrapped one hand around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Her kiss was frantic, and I planted my hands on her hips, easing her into me. My tongue ran over the seam of her lips, and she moaned before allowing me access. I deepened our kiss, pressing my body into hers.
Clinking glasses, low music, and laughter filtered down the dark hallway, but I couldn’t care less. Together, we were lost in our own world, where nothing and no one mattered.
No one buther.
My hands breezed over the silky material of her skirt, testing the high slit that exposed her thigh. I slid my palm over her leg, inching higher. I broke the kiss, opting to watch her eyes lose focus as I teased the edge of her underwear. I dragged one finger in a single, teasing stroke up her pussy.
“What do you say, Annette? Will you let me have a little taste?”
EIGHTEEN
