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Dragan chuckled. He knew June was a bombshell. She might hide behind longer skirts and cardigans by day, but he’d seen her dress up. Whether it was for prom when they went together as friends or after nights out with her girl friends, he knew she could have any man she wanted. And that didn’t include what she looked like in yoga pants and a messy bun, or her intelligence or ambition, or her sense of humor.
But this conversation made him realize that if she wanted to write romance, she probably already had some experience.
Experience with another man touching her, loving her, giving her the world.
Dragan clenched his fists, trying to ignore the single word floating through his mind.
Mine.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s not a good idea,” she said. “I was just trying to think about what happens after I lose the store.” She looked away and pulled her pink cardigan tight around her.
“What? No, June.” Dragan shook his head and stepped towards her, taking her arms in his hands. “If you’re excited by something, you have to do it. You owe it to yourself. And hey, if you need help with anything, just let me know.”
She stared at the ground and slowly nodded. His thumbs rubbed her shoulders, hands encompassing her whole arm. She was curvy, but he always forgot how small she was compared to him. How easy it would be to lift her up and throw her around.
“I— I actually wanted to ask something.” He gulped, images of her being his fake girlfriend flying through his brain.
June raised her gaze to meet his, dark with need, leaving no room for questions.
“Anything.” It came as a whisper, and Dragan knew she meant it.
He cleared his throat, trying to keep his thinking straight while he took in the sight of her. “You’re the only one I trust with this. My family from Poland is visiting, and they’re all worried about my… lack of a romantic partner.” His voice was soft, desperate to catch any change in her face. Her silence urged him onward. “You’re my best friend. Would you be willing to join me as my fake… g—girlfriend… while we have family time?” Fuck, he could barely get the word out.
She stared at him before a smile started to slowly spread. “Fake girlfriend? You want me to be your fake girlfriend?”
“It’s only for a couple weeks, we don’t need to do anything more than hug.” The last thing he needed was to scare her off, but the look in her eyes gave him strength.
June licked her pink lips, mouth parted, reaching for him. And he lowered to meet her, his hands cupping her face. He was barely able to register the soft skin beneath his calloused hands, the sweet breath on his lips, when the door thrust open.
“Juney, you in here?”
Dragan had never moved so fast, and given how far away June was when he looked over, she hadn’t either. Missy stood in the doorway, her face thankfully turned away while she yelled to someone in the store. Her husband Walter, based off the tone.
June pulled her sweater around her and crossed her arms, not daring a glance in his direction. He wouldn’t know what to do or how to feel if she did, and he was thankful when she took point with her grandma and left him alone in the back room.
He needed to get his body under control.
His heart was racing a million miles a second, his dick very obviously pressing against his pants. His body flushed at the way she’d felt in his hands, how he’d always imagined she would.
She belonged there.
He hadn’t even gotten a taste of her beauty, but he’d never felt this way about anyone before. Taking deep breaths, Dragan tried to think of something other than June Beaumont. When that didn’t work, he tucked his member into the waistband of his underwear, knowing it wouldn’t be fully concealed but wishing all the same. He’d have to rejoin them out in the bookstore at some point, and with an excuse for why he and June had been alone in the back room with minimal lighting. But even as he scrounged for a reason, he didn’t think his face could sell it. She undid him, exposing a part of himself he never knew existed.
And now that they had taken this step, there was no going back.
8
The heat coursing through June’s body would not dissipate, even after speaking to a dad with three rambunctious kids about the various programs they had coming up. When they left and her grandma was busy at the register, Ruby excused herself to the far back corner opposite the kid’s section, knowing the science section would be empty.
She leaned against the shelves, trying to slow her heart rate. There had been no thinking when she looked up at Dragan, only need. His hands were firm but gentle as they held her, his scent intoxicating. But those eyes. Dark with desire, half-closed with intention. His powerful hands had found their way to her face and filled her body with fire. When he voiced his request, it had burned through her until only he existed. She’d needed more, and she caved.
The toes of his shoes appeared on the carpet in front of her, his warm scent washing over her.
“June.” It was a statement, his voice steady.
“Dragan.”
“Look at me.”
