Page 20 of Playing Pretend

“Selective. My displays are usually more sexual in nature.”

Her cheeks regain the softest shade of pink. Her blush response has worked overtime tonight, galvanizing my lust.

I fight the urge to readjust my dick. “I’m sure we’ll get to that stage over the next few days.”

“We willnot.” Her eyes flare as she returns to her suitcase and riffles through the contents. “You’ve already reached the limit of all things sexual, thank you very much.”

I want to cluck my tongue. To tell her she hasn’t begun to experience what’s in store. But the way she scrambles through her belongings, aggressively messing up the neat pile of clothes, is a vivid indication she’s not ready to hear about the future.

I shrug. “We’ll see.”

“No, we won’t.” She pulls clothes from her bag and plants them onto the bed in a tangled mess. “I’ve already conceded that you shocked me tonight. I wasn’t prepared for you to be so handsy. But believe me, I’ll be ready tomorrow. The thing I won’t agree to, though, is sexualized conversations on a business trip.” She pauses in the middle of her hectic unpacking to meet my gaze. “You need to tone that down.Waydown.”

“But sexualized conversations are part of the boyfriend experience. It comes with the territory.”

Her jaw ticks as she snaps her attention back to her belongings and haphazardly shuffles through sundresses. “Don’t pretend that you’d act the way you did tonight in front of your colleagues or investors. We both know you took it too far.” She grabs clumps of material, one fist raising a rainbow of bright colors before she raises another pile and another, desperately searching for something. “If you insist on being perverse in public, do it discreetly.ThatI can handle. I don’t want my friends overhearing.”

She won’t handle it.

I’m certain.

But I’m fucking pumped to test just how far I can push her delusions.

“I can agree to discretion, too.” I pause, as she continues to scour her belongings. “Have you lost something?”

“No. They’re in here. I packed them.”

“What can’t you find?”Please say underwear.

“My pajamas.”

The admission is a close second best.

She keeps scrambling, now grabbing each item to place back inside the case one by one. “I can’t believe this. I swear I remember taking them out of my dresser.”

I wipe a rough hand across my mouth, trying to contain my grin over divine intervention’s delicious bonus. “Could this be karma?” I muse. “Not too long ago you brought up my preference for sleeping naked. My, how the tables have turned.”

Her squinted gaze slowly travels to mine. “Iam notsleeping naked.”

“You sure about that?”

She releases a sound of pure frustration, and my imagination conjures up what noises she’d make in a far more heated setting.

“Would you like to borrow one of my shirts?” My dick thickens at the thought of her in my clothes. It was already going to be difficult keeping to my side of the bed when I assumed she’d be sleeping in her favorite short shorts and tank.

But my shirt?

My belongings?

My scent on her skin?

Fuck.

“Do you have anything other than stiff button-downs?” she mutters.

Stiff is definitely a great descriptor at this point in the game. “I don’t think now is the time to critique my superior dress sense, do you?”

Her shoulders slump. Her face falls. How one woman can be so undeniably attractive while entirely flustered is beyond me. “Do you have anything I can borrow or not?”

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