Page 75 of The Fine Art of Faking It
Her limbs were heavy and warm. The bed beneath her was too comfortable to leave, but someone had to make breakfast for hungry guests. Bleary-eyed, she reached for her phone on the nightstand to see how many minutes of sleep she could squeeze in before her alarm shrilled.
Only there was no phone, no nightstand.
And holy hell, there was someone else on the mattress next to her. Intertwined with her.
Eden went rigid as a board and sifted through her sleep-addled brain. Davis Gates. Naked. Tossing her a handful of orgasms like he was on a lust-themed parade float.
She was indeed in the small guest room she’d dumped Davis in, cuddled up under the covers. She peeked under the quilt at the long arm that was nestled between her breasts.
“I can feel you overthinking everything,” Davis’s sleepy voice filled her ear.
Embarrassed and confused, Eden tried to sit up. But he only pulled her closer. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
Eden fought at his grasp. He let her go, and she bounded out of bed, scrambling for whatever clothes she’d worn the night before. “I can’t believe we did this,” she whispered. “Oh my God. If anyone sees me leaving your room…” She’d had glorious, beautiful sex with the man and slept in his bed! Sharing a bed was saved for very serious sexual relationships. She didn’t just fall into bed andstaythere with any man. But with Davis, she’d curled up, sated as could be, and gotten a solid six hours of sleep without so much as waking up to roll over in the middle of the night.
She had a crick in her neck, and her crotch was deliciously sore from overuse.
“Why can’t people know?” Davis asked with amusement. He propped himself up on his elbow and watched her hop into her shorts. They were on backwards, but at least it was a small barrier between the two of them.
“What do you mean, ‘why can’t people know?’”
“We’re supposed to be dating. Wouldn’t that also involve sex?” There was that smug smile again.
Eden stopped mid-hop. “Oh my God. You’re right. I’m so used to not liking you. This is all just part of our cover. I mean, of course, professional appearances still need to be maintained. We can’t just saunter around the lobby naked, but this is totally allowed.” She sounded like a babbling idiot.
His smile dimmed by degrees. Davis sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched his arms overhead, and Eden gave herself a few seconds to admire the view. He was all lean muscle in the back and shoulders. He looked great in a suit but even better out of one. Because that’s how the world worked. Every layer that she peeled back from the man only revealed something better, smarter, sweeter, sexier.
Davis rose and padded barefoot into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she called after him, feeling like a lovesick girlfriend. Why didn’t she just pass him a note in Household Management class?
“I’m starting the shower for us,” he called out. “You don’t have to start breakfast for another forty minutes.”
“Us?”
“Unless you want to serve up eggs smelling like sex. Your call.”
Thirteen minutes and a tidy pair of orgasms later, a much less panicky Eden stretched like a cat in the pool of sunshine at Davis’s window.
“Wow,” she said for the third time. “You really know how to wake a girl up.”
He strolled out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but one of her white, fluffy towels. His hair was still damp at the ends.
“What are you doing tonight?” Davis asked, hooking his fingers in her shorts and pulling her closer.
Eden beamed up at him. “I don’t know. Do I have plans?”
He picked up her hand and kissed each knuckle, melting Eden from the inside out. “You have a date. With me. For ice cream.”
“That sounds really good,” she said, the good feelings settling in her stomach like comfort food.
“Say seven?” he asked.
“Okay,” she said dreamily. “Sounds great. I’m going to go… dry my hair… make breakfast.” She was in a sexual stupor. She needed to leave this man’s room before she said or did one more stupid thing. “Bye, Davis.”
“Bye, gorgeous.”
She opened the door on her face and rubbed the cheek that took the blow. “Ha. Oops. Okay. I’m just gonna…”
