Page 136 of I Choose You

I lowered my head to kiss her. “Well, tell her thanks.”

She crawled up to kiss me back.

“For getting you to come back into my life.”

She smiled, resuming that tickling trace. “I did that. Sending that acquisition email and not connecting the dots that Wagner meant you.”

“A lot has changed these last few weeks.”

She looked up at me. “Would you say for the better?”

I slid my hand over her ass and squeezed. “Definitely for the better.”

Her grin was slow and sexy. “I’m really glad we started working together.”

I schooled myself not to frown. I couldn’t let her see how much that statement hurt. She only saw me as someone to work with. Not anything past it. It was still fake. “Me, too,” I agreed.

“And I hope…”

I stilled, waiting for her to finish what she was going to say.

“I was hoping…”

I grabbed her ass again and rubbed the rounded perfection.

“Stop.” She giggled, squirming against my side. “I can’t think when you’re like that.”

“Still sore?” I teased.

“Not really. But I was hoping—” She drew in a deep breath.

I brushed her hair out of her face to see her better. “What?”

“I was hoping you might want to come to my mother’s for dinner tonight.” She grinned quickly, and the nervousness on her face charmed me.

I raised my brows. “Tonight?”

She nodded.

I didn’t want to get my hopes up. “That isn’t something a fake date does.”

Her tongue peeked out and traced the seam of her lips. “Maybe the whole fake-date thing has run its course.”

Thank fuck.

“Don’t you think?”

I grabbed her ass again, pulling her thigh higher over me. “Yeah.”

She looked down at her finger tracing lines over my chest. “Then maybe we can consider this morning our first date?”

“Sounds good, baby.” I pulled her up to cover me. Her legs draped over either side of mine, and her breasts pushed up against my chest.

“Yeah?” She smoothed her fingertips over my pec. “You’re okay with making this official?”

I kissed her, leaving her lips with a loud smack. “I am.”

“So much that you’d put it right here for everyone to see?” She grinned, shifting into a playful tone as she traced her finger over my heart. “A big ol’ tattoo.” She drew a heart. “With my name in it.”