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He moved closer and lowered his voice. “Earlier, you helped me with Sofia. If you want help with Robbie…”
She looked at Chris. Then her lips curved in the most amazing smile. “Are you offering to be my fake boyfriend again, Chris Stanton?”
“I am.”
“Would it involve kissing?”
He hesitated. His brain warned that maybe he’d misinterpreted last time, and she hadn’t meant to kiss him, and now she was making sure that wouldn’t happen again.
But that smile said something else, so he shut off his brain, followed his gut, and smiled. “It could.”
“Good, because there’s no fake dating without kissing.” She took hold of the front of his shirt and pulled him to her, and before he fully registered what was happening, Daphne was kissing him.
With the first kiss, he’d been restrained. Putting his best effort forward to showcase his talent while being hyperaware that it was supposed to be for show, so he couldn’t get carried away.
This time…?
Well, this time, there was no doubt she’d started it, and he could just follow her lead.
It was a valid plan. Very logical. Very chartered-accountant Chris. Except chartered-accountant Chris was now kissing a woman who set his brain—and every other body part—on fire.
Kicking aside restraint, he kissed Daphne, his mouth opening to hers, his body pressed to hers, until he could feel her thighs against his, her breasts against his chest, her arms around his neck, his hands on her ass.
How did his hands get there? He wasn’t quite sure. He only knew that she was pressing into him, letting out a soft little moan of pleasure as he cupped her ass and pulled her against him.
He hefted her legs around his hips, his hands wedged between her ass and the tree.
Tree? Where did that come from?
He shifted position, one eye peeking to be absolutely certain she was okay with this. That was when he saw someone standing there.
Who the hell—?
Oh, right, Robbie. The actual reason Chris was making out with Daphne.
Robbie stood there, arms crossed, glaring. Then he turned on his heel and stomped off… and Chris went back to kissing Daphne.
Just kissing. Nothing more.
Umm, her legs are around your hips, and you’re grinding—
Shut up.
There’s a word for that. You’re a writer now, buddy. You should know it.
Shut. Up.
Maybe it was more than a kiss, but he still held back from going further because this was not an opportunity he should exploit. Unless she wanted it exploited.
“Oh!” She snapped from the kiss so fast her head hit the tree.
He jumped back… and dropped her. Literally dropped her two feet onto the ground. “Shit!”
He scrambled to help her up, but she was already twisting to rise, her elbow catching him in the nose. She jerked back, blurting apologies, and his leg got caught around hers, both of them tumbling to the ground. Then his nose started to bleed, because of course it did.
Daphne stared in horror before yanking off her sweater and pressing it to his nose even as he protested. They sat there on the ground, catching their breath.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
