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Choking back a whimper, I grab his shirt to yank him closer, our bodies fusing together as another amazing kiss consumes us. Dylan is so huge and warm and undeniably male. I've never been close to a man like this. It's electrifying…especially when I feel his hands roaming over my hips, up my back, holding my entire body to his firmly.
Just when I think we can't get any closer with our clothes on, I feel a twitch between us. I let out a moan when I realize what’s shifting in his dress pants. Kissing me is making himhard. This isn't just a favor – he's genuinely into me. The bulge shifts again, and I unconsciously rub against it, enjoying the firm outline that's growing fast.
Dylan jerks his hips away from me, then straightens us up. "Err, sorry. Got carried away."
Looking up at him, I smile. "I don't mind at all."
He turns us toward the window, then runs his thumb under my bottom lip. "At least your lipstick is barely smudged. Thank goodness."
We go back inside to cheers and another round of champagne. Natalie is bouncing up and down. "What a happy addition to our holiday party! Congratulations – this is so romantic!"
Dylan grins. "I didn't mean to hijack your event, I just couldn't wait any longer."
Brandy, Angie, everyone in the other departments, even Carl come over to congratulate us.
When Angie hugs me, she whispers in my ear, "Lacey is livid. She dragged her husband away – they just left. I think she's jealous because your fiancé is so hot." She steps back, her hand over her mouth. "Sorry,” she giggles. “Is it okay to say that?"
I turn, smiling, to where Dylan is getting his back clapped by Noel from IT. "I mean, it’s not a lie…"
This is more than I could have ever imagined. Dylan is a master of knowing what people need and want, and of figuring out how to secure my job here.
This fake date already feels unbelievably real. What's going to happen when I'm with him at his family's place? With this undeniable heat between us, how am I ever going to know where to draw the line?
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DYLAN
Damn. I was not expecting that.
I intended to give Emma a soft kiss that would look adorable in front of her coworkers and the event photographer. I didn't expect the heat between us to build so fast the way it did.
The way she kissed me back…oh man… I'm going to dream about that for a while.
Even as most of her coworkers shake my hand and start giving me cheerful marriage advice, I can still feel the warmth of her lips on mine. Feel her sexy body in my arms. Remember the way she surrendered to the moment. The way my desire, my lust took hold, making me need to…
My head is spinning. I’m almost certain that Emma wants me as much as I want her.
Natalie takes charge, insisting that the event photographer take a few posed photos of us in front of the Christmas tree.
"Wait – where’s the ring?" Brandy asks, examining Emma's hand.
"I don't know a thing about jewelry," I say right away. "I didn’t want to get something awful that Emma hated but wouldfeel obligated to wear and pretend to love. So we’ll go ring shopping after the holiday chaos dies down."
Emma grins at my response. Good. It feels like I’m making the right calls.
"Where are you two spending Christmas?" Natalie asks, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Uh oh. When I mentioned spending the holidays with my family to Emma, did I say we’d be flying there? I'll simply watch carefully when I tell her tomorrow. If she's clearly not into it, I won't hold her to the bargain. I'll just hope for another date after the holidays, and we can take it from there.
"With my parents, in a quaint small town. The trip will give us plenty of time to talk about that engagement ring."
After a round of dancing, where I almost feel dizzy from just holding Emma so close in my arms, I can tell she's getting tired. We say our goodbyes and I collect our coats, then Carl comes over to shake my hand again. There’s a very fatherly energy in the polite hug he gives Emma, and the way he grins and pats her shoulder.
I’m relieved to think that another man will be watching over her at the office. Wait, am I already feeling like Emma is truly mine to protect?
Guess I am.
"Are there cabs out front, or should I call one?" I ask, pulling out my phone.
