Page 19 of Fake Dating the Silver Fox

I bump Mara with my elbow. “This is a dog training class?”

She shushes me. “Aidan is a genius.”

For the next thirty minutes, the trainer runs us through the basics of dog obedience. Most of it is common sense, but some of it baffles me. I haven’t had a dog since I was a kid. I grew up on a farm, and the dogs slept in the barn, not our beds.

“You have to show them who is in control.” Aidan takes Cupid’s leash from me and demonstrates how to use a commanding voice to ensure obedience.

“It’s working.” I watch in pleasant surprise as Cupid behaves perfectly for Aidan.

“You can do it.” Mara encourages me as I try out Aidan’s techniques.

Just as I’m starting to feel like I’ve gotten the hang of being in charge with my furry friend, a thundercloud rolls in, casting the grassy area of the park in shadow. A torrent of rain unleashes so suddenly, we all make a break for shelter.

Mara grabs Cupid, and we sprint toward a small, covered picnic area. We laugh and scramble on top of the table to avoid the sideways spray of rain. Too late, we’re already soaked.

Cupid doesn’t seem to mind. When Mara sets him down, he gives a great shake, spraying rain drops from his long coat.

Mara shivers and plucks her t-shirt from her skin. “That came out of nowhere.”

I shrug out of my jacket and drape it over her shoulders. “Here, take this. It’s wet, but at least it’s warm.”

She snuggles into my jacket, tucking her face inside the collar. “It smells like heaven.”

Our gazes collide, and chemistry sizzles between us.

If only I were ten years younger, I could really go for a woman like Mara. But she probably has tons of men her age lining up to date her. What would she want with a guy in his forties?

A frown dents her forehead, and she reaches up to cup my cheek. “What’s going through that big, sexy brain of yours?”

I feel myself falling into her huge blue eyes. There’s no resisting the attraction I feel. “Too much.”

“You shouldn’t be thinking right now.” Her gaze drops to my lips. “You should be kissing me.”

I let my gaze roam over her face. Her flawless skin, her perfect nose, and those full, inviting lips. “I’m thinking about it.”

Her eyes drift closed. “Stop thinking and kiss me.”

A shock of pleasure vibrates through my entire body at the command. With a groan that sets my blood on fire, I crush my mouth to hers.

ChapterEight

Mara

Graham’s kissis not what I’d imagined. I’d thought he’d kiss me softly, sweetly, with an enormous amount of skill.

But he surprises me by taking the passionate route straight past soft and sweet.

He kisses with authority, taking my breath away, and knocking my knees together. His tongue sweeping along my lower lip before urgently pushing into my mouth with bold, seductive strokes is a shock to my system.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Graham’s kiss shakes me to the core, fills me with longing, makes me want to climb him like a cat up a tree.

If the man is this good with his mouth, what else can he do?

His hands glide down my back, a bare flirtation compared to what his mouth is doing to mine. He skims over my ass, then pushes under my coat—his coat—and trails up to my hips. Cupping my hips, he pulls me against his body.

Every inch of him is hard.

Who knew writers had so much muscle?

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