Page 162 of The Fake Date Agreement

She swallows hard, and her eyes glisten. “But this makeover was your idea. You said…”

“You wanted revenge. That’s all this makeover was about. You don’t need all this to capture and hold a man’s attention. You never did. That fool was blind to?—”

She throws herself at me, lips fused to mine, arms wound around me.

I tip. We go to the floor, and I do nothing to save myself.

Crack.

Tobie breaks the kiss. “Shit. Are you okay?”

I wince, rubbing my head. “I think I just head-butted my office chair.”

She’s straddling me, her hair loose, looking pretty and concerned. “Oh, do you want me to kiss it better?”

Her sweet offer should not have the effect on me it does.

Dragging her toward me, I forget about my pounding head and deepen the kiss.

I’m busy yanking at Tobie’s clothes as she yanks to get mine off when it hits me that we shouldn’t be doing this on the floor.

Her fingers brush my cock.

I freeze before I can scoop her into my arms and onto the bed.

She’s on her knees between my spread legs. My shirt is open. So is her button-down blouse. I must have hiked her skirt up over her hips and tugged her bra down at some point.

For the longest moment, all I can do is stare at her, struggling to understand how she can’t see how beautiful she is. How could anyone not wanther?

“I want to touch.” Her soft whisper makes my cock leap in response.

The breath sticks in my throat. “You can touch anything you like,Gatinha.”

This is new.

I like control. Crave it more in the bedroom than I do on the ice or anywhere else. But seeing Tobie like this, having her set the pace and explore her wants is something I never knew I needed.

I want to give her control over my body, over me. And I have never wanted that before.

Her touch is a little unsure, and I smile encouragingly. “Whatever you do, Iwilllike it.”

“You’ve been with women who?—”

I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “This is you, Tobie. It’s you, and it’s me. And I never cared about another woman the way I care about you. This is everything I want.Youare everything I need.”

She gives me a searching look like she doesn’t believe me. I hold her gaze and let her see my need for her. The tension relaxes, and she carefully draws my zipper down.

I keep my eyes on her face as she brushes the tip of my cock. “Keep going. Explore.”

Her touch is light at first as she strokes, then closes her hand around me.

A breath wheezes from my throat. “Don’t be afraid of hurting me. Whatever you want to do to me, I can take it.”

She pumps.

I struggle to breathe, but I never take my eyes off her.

She jumps when I slip my hand between her thighs, nudge her damp panties aside, and slide my finger along her pussy.

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