Page 39 of Strictly Pretend

“You want me to make you fall in love with me?” I ask her.

She chuckles and it feels like a relief. “Even you couldn’t do that.”

“That sounds like a backhanded insult.” I lift a brow at her.

She grins at me. “It was.”

“Keep looking at me like that,” I tell her.

“Like what?”

“Like you like me.”

Her lips part but she says nothing.

“Yeah, like that.” I lean closer, then kiss the skin where her hairline meets her brow. “See how easy it is?”

Her breath catches in her throat.

“Now do it to me,” I tell her.

“You want me to kiss you?”

“Show me some affection,” I say. “Like you like me.”

“Is this some weird twisted fetish?” she asks. “Do you usually pay women to do this?”

God, she’s prickly tonight. “Nope. They usually throw themselves at my feet.”

“What do you sound like when you come?” she asks.

Suddenly the car turns completely silent. Her eyes widen and she blushes.

“I’m sorry?” I shake my head because that one came out of left field. “I think I misheard you.”

“Rita says I should know,” she stammers. “And I should know your favorite sexual position.”

“Rita sounds like a gem.” I’m doing everything I can not to laugh. Of all the questions to ask.

“She is.” For the first time she gives me a relaxed, genuine smile. And damn, it lights up the whole car. “But she’s kind of right, too. I know your favorite color and your favorite food but I don’t knowyou.”

“Do you want to know me?” I ask her. This time I’m the one feeling exposed.

She tips her head to the side, like she’s scrutinizing me. “Yeah, I feel like I should.”

I take a long breath. “Okay, I have no idea what I sound like when I come. I’m usually too wrapped up in the moment.” And it’s been a damn while.

“That makes sense.” There’s a tinge of pink to her cheeks. It contrasts perfectly with the ivory of her skin and the hazel of her freckles.

“And my favorite position is whatever the woman I’m with likes. I’m a guy. It pretty much all works for me. I’m more concerned with making sure she has a good time.”

She swallows hard.

“And you?”

Emma looks alarmed. “What about me?”

“Anything you want to share about your sexual preferences?”

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