Page 30 of Sweet Surrender
“Relax, sweetheart,” he laughed. “I’m just trying to get you to relax. Come and dance with me?” He pulled away from her and she finally felt like she could breathe again.
“I don’t dance.”
“Now we both know that’s a bear-faced lie,” he said, spinning her to face him and taking the glass from her hands to place it on the bar. Once again, his hand found the parting of her jumpsuit at her back and his fingers brushed over her skin, followed by heat.
“Fine, but just one dance.”
Triumph flickered in his eyes as he led her out from behind the bar and into the dancing throng. She ignored Dale watching them, his intense eyes boring into her. After all, she was meant to only have eyes for Beau now.
Justine slipped into a slow ballad just as Beau pulled Taylor into his arms.
“Perfect,” he grinned down at her. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and tried to ignore what was happening to her body. Maybe it was just sex-starved and that was why it was overreacting to everything Beau did. His arms wrapped around her waist and her hands automatically ran up his chest and locked around his neck. It felt…natural.
“This is nice,” he murmured. The way he was looking at her sent alarm bells clanging in her brain. She didn’t like it one bit and got ready for a bit of self-sabotage.
“Do you hear that?” she asked.
“Hear what?”
“If you listen closely, you can actually hear the sound of my skin crawling,” she hissed but instead of hurting his feelings he actually barked out a laugh.
“There’s my feisty girl.”
“I’m not yours.”
He dipped his head, kissing her cheek. “Oh yes, you are.” He punctuated his words with a nip to her earlobe and she fought a moan as sparks of pleasure glided through her veins.Fine, if that’s how he wants to play, I can play this game with him.
“Managed to control yourself yet?” she asked innocently, before brushing her pelvis against him and raising an eyebrow. He huffed as she made contact and narrowed his gaze at her.
“You were writhing in my lap.”
She scoffed. “Writhing? I can assure you I wasn’t writhing! I have never writhed in my life.”
“No wonder you’re still single then. You were writhing more than anyone has ever writhed in the history of writhing, it’s like youwantedto turn me on,” he said with a smug smile.
She spluttered. “Bitch please, I couldn’t think of anything worse.”
“I’ve got a lot of built-up sexual frustration that’s not been released sincesomeonekeeps scaring off my dates,” he snapped, and she was pleased she had managed to get under his skin and put them back on a normal footing. This was familiar, this was comfortable territory.
“And now you won’t be able to go and relieve yourself with any poor woman who agrees to have sex with you, thanks to our deal. This has more benefits than I realized,” she said, feeling pretty smug herself.
“Kiss me,” he said suddenly, gripping her tightly. She blinked, shocked.
“Kiss me, Taylor,” Beau said again, his tone urgent. She laced her hands at his neck and pulled him down to her, tension mounting between them before she veered to the side and her lips met his ear.
“I’d rather be waterboarded than kiss you,” she whispered. She pulled back, feeling rather proud of herself until she saw his face.
“Dammit Taylor! Dale was right next to us. He would have seen us kissing but you were too busy trying to sabotage this to notice,” he hissed, his eyes flashing angrily at her. She stood on her tiptoes and peered over his wide shoulders. She spotted Dale about to leave the bar when he stopped at the door and looked back, their eyes connecting. He shook his head, laughing at her. Dale blew her a kiss that turned her stomach, that vile smirk taking over his face, and then he left. He hadn’t fallen for their act; he didn’t believe it was real.
Taylor’s stomach dropped. Beau was right, she’d fucked up. She’d been too busy putting Beau in his place and sniping at him to remember what the goal was. She had completely sabotaged the evening.
“Jesus, we need serious help,” Beau said.
“He doesn’t believe us.”
“Yeah, no shit.” Beau’s arms dropped from her waist and a chill immediately swept through her as he moved away. “We can’t keep doing this, or it’ll take forever. Justine’s right, we do need to go and see her for help. We’re not believable like this, we need to be more natural with each other,” he said.
“No, I can’t,” she said, shaking her head. She was terrified of what a session with Justine would reveal.
