Page 108 of Fake It For Glory

JENSEN

Ithought I would be terrified to pour my heart out. Even though her article said she loved me, part of me still doubted her affection for me. I thought she might shut me down and say it was just for the media.

“I want you, Jensen.”

Her words spread warmth through my body. “Can I stay?” I asked quietly.

“I would love that. Let me lock the door.”

She let go of my hand and walked to the door, turning the locks before she turned to face me. I didn’t miss the bottle of wine on the coffee table and the candles glowing around the room.

“It almost looks like you were planning a seduction,” I said.

“That was not my intention,” she said, laughing. “But now that you’re here…”

“What were you doing?” I asked as I realized the place was eerily quiet.

“Sulking. Pouting. Wallowing in misery.”

I stepped to her, my hand cupping her cheek. “No more wallowing. We’re celebrating.”

She grinned. “Do you want a glass of cheap wine? Turns out I’m unemployed. I have to cut back on expenses.”

“Did you quit?”

“I was already fired, remember?”

I nodded, and while I didn’t want to bring up the ugliness, I had a few questions. “What about the first article?”

She sighed. “I was telling the truth. Dalton, someone I worked with and actually respected, completely screwed me over. I sent him the first draft of the article I wrote right after my dad fired me. Dalton said he would look it over and see what he thought. It wasn’t meant to be published. I wanted to see if I could write real journalism. If Dalton thought my piece was garbage, I was ready to move on and find a new career. After I realized how much I loved you, I told Dalton to scrap it. Against my wishes, he took it to my dad and said it was his article. My dad liked it, and Dalton told him it was mine. The rest you already know. I had no idea it was happening, but that doesn’t excuse what I did. Ignorance is not an excuse.”

“You are not ignorant,” I said. “You are smart. Beautiful. Tenacious. Did I say gorgeous? You are the kind of woman I want at my side. I need someone who isn’t afraid to speak her mind and who understands my world.”

“I will always try,” she whispered.

“I know and that’s why we’re going to work out just fine.”

I leaned down and kissed her. As our lips met, I felt a rush of energy coursing through my veins. It was as if all the uncertainty and doubt I’d been harboring for the past few days vanished, and in its place was an intense and fiery passion. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I felt her hands on my back, pulling me closer. I responded by wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her up. She let out a soft moan, and I knew that she was just as hungry for me as I was for her.

We broke the kiss, gasping for breath. I set her down gently and looked into her eyes, which were now filled with desire.

“My room,” she said and took my hand.

As soon as we entered the room, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again. This time, our kiss was even more intense than before. Our bodies pressed against each other, and I could feel her warmth against my skin.

I slowly began to undress her, taking off her shirt and her bra. Her breasts were perfect. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch them. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked it gently, which earned me a soft moan. She put her arms around my neck, letting me suck her nipple as long as I wanted.

I pulled away and gently laid her on the bed. I slowly pulled her pants and her panties down. She lifted her butt to make it easier for me. I lowered my head and started licking her clit, and she let forth a soft cry of pleasure.

She tasted delicious. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked and sucked, listening to her beautiful moans. She grabbed my hair, obviously wanting more.

I gave her what she wanted. I flicked my tongue across her clit, stopping every now and then to suck on it gently. She was making those soft little moans I loved to hear. I knew she was close.

I slid two fingers inside her. She cried out in pleasure and began bucking against my hand. I flicked my tongue faster, alternating between licking and sucking. She was moaning louder now.

Her hand grabbed my hair tighter. She bucked wildly against my face, and I knew that she was on the verge of coming. I flicked my tongue as fast as I could. She came hard, moaning loudly as she did so. I didn’t stop until she pushed me away softly.

I got up and looked at her. She was panting, and her face showed the glow of pleasure as I quickly shed my own clothes.