Page 42 of Fake It For Glory

“I do like some fashion,” I said. “It’s just, well, I’ve never been the type of person that wants to attract a lot of attention. I like to be comfortable. I gave up trying to win people over with what I’m wearing.”

“I’m sorry to have made you dance and wear the heels for so long,” he said, pointing to the limo we arrived in. It was parked alongside several other limousines. When we arrived at the car, there was no sign of the driver. Jensen’s irritation was palpable, his brows furrowing as he muttered under his breath. I, on the other hand, remained surprisingly unfazed. It wasn’t like I was actually going to turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight. I didn’t have anything to do tomorrow.

“It’s alright,” I assured him. “We can wait. Is the car unlocked?”

He tried the back door, opening it and leaning down to look inside. “Not here,” he said. “I thought he might be taking a nap or something.”

“I’m getting in,” I said. “I have to get these shoes off.”

We climbed into the back of the limo. I immediately took off the heels and flexed my feet. “We have some time to kill, and we don’t have to perform anymore, right? Let’s break open this champagne and relax.”

Jensen’s annoyance seemed to melt away at my words, and he nodded in agreement. “You’re right. A drink or two won’t hurt.”

I poured us each a glass, the bubbly liquid glinting in the soft glow of the limo’s interior lights. As we sipped our champagne, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Jensen leaned back in the leather seat and stretched out his long legs in front of him. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto one of the other seats.

“I bet he’s playing cards with the other drivers,” he muttered. “This isn’t the first time this has happened. I should get a new driver.”

“I imagine it gets pretty boring sitting around,” I said.

Jensen nodded in agreement and took another sip of champagne. His eyes never left mine as he set his glass down and leaned closer to me. “I had a good time tonight,” he said in a thick voice.

“You sound surprised,” I said, smiling.

“I am. I hate these things. I hate schmoozing and pretending to like people whose names I can’t remember. But being with you made it bearable.”

His voice dropped even lower as his hand found mine. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t pull away.

“I’m glad I could be of service,” I said with a coy smile, leaning in closer to him.

Our eyes locked, and the tension between us grew. I could feel his breath on my face. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, waiting for his lips to meet mine. I told myself it was just a kiss. We wouldn’t take it any further than that. After dancing with him all night, it felt like foreplay. The energy in the back of the limo was practically sizzling. I could feel it.

Jensen’s lips finally met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon the passion between us grew and it became more urgent. I could taste the hint of champagne on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I could feel the heat emanating from him. He broke the kiss for a moment, his breath coming out in short gasps.

I felt like a teenager making out in the backseat. It was incredible. I loved the taste of him. His lips were perfect. His hands slid down my arms and back up again before his mouth reconnected with mine.

I couldn’t get enough of him. He was like a drug, and I had become addicted. His hands roamed over my body, and I could feel the heat building between my legs. I moaned softly into his mouth as he traced the outline of my ear with his tongue.

My hand squeezed his bicep, giving me an idea of just how strong he was. His muscles were there, but he wasn’t a hulking man.

I wanted him. I wanted him now.

I pulled him closer to me. He reached down to cup my ass. I gasped as he lifted me up from the seat and into his lap. His lips closed over mine again, and he pulled me even closer to him. His hands slid up my dress. I felt his fingertips graze over my bare thigh. His kiss was urgent now, and I could tell that he needed me.

My power was intoxicating. I loved the way he was looking at me as though I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His eyes were wild with lust. It made me feel powerful. I moaned softly as his fingers made their way up my thigh.

He kissed down my neck, tugging at my dress as he went. Soon enough he’d pulled down the front of my dress, exposing my breasts. His eyes locked with mine as he lowered his mouth to my breast. I arched my back, giving him full access to my body.

I felt the heat building inside of me. I was practically dripping wet just from his touch. He sucked on my nipples, pulling a moan from deep within. His fingertips traced circles around my thigh, and I spread my legs wider apart. His fingers pressed against my inner thigh, and I could feel him trying to find a way inside me. He was teasing me.

He pulled away from my breast, but only to look at me. His lips curled into a devilish smile. I was breathing hard. My entire body was shaking. He looked down at my exposed breast and then back at me. The heat I saw in his eyes made my toes curl.

I moaned softly and arched my back. His mouth once again went to my breast. He sucked the nipple between his teeth with his hands moving up my back. His fingers massaged the tense muscles he encountered.

I reached down with one hand and tugged at his shirt. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. As soon as I’d pulled his shirt off, I ran my hands over his chest. His muscles tensed with every touch.

I pulled away from his mouth and slid down his jaw and over his neck. I reached for his belt buckle, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“No,” he said. “Not here.”

I turned to look at him. He was serious.

“I don’t care,” I said.

“Yes, you do,” he said. “Not here. Not now.”

I pouted but understood. We were surrounded by people. I could hear voices in the distance. While the windows were completely blacked out, it was still risky. But I supposed that made it more exciting. I was good with making out. It was all very, very good.

I kissed him, placing my hands on his face and holding him steady while my tongue took over his mouth. Our lips continued to move against one another, our breath coming in short gasps. I could feel his erection against my leg. It would be so easy to hike up my dress and unzip his fly. But he was right—this was not the place.