Page 70 of Big D!ck Energy

“This is a terrible idea,” I murmured.

“Probably,” he hummed against my skin, sounding far too comfortable, which for some reason annoyed me. So I did the stupidest thing possible and rolled to face him. I wanted to show him exactly how annoyed I was, except the expression died the moment I found myself nose-to-chest with a shirtless Dallas Dodger.

The moonlight reflected off the bay, spilling through the large window in the room, giving just enough light to see how beautiful he was.

“You're annoyed,” he said, not hiding the amusement in his voice.

“You think you're hilarious.”

“I think you think I'm hilarious.” His hand, still warm, came up to cup my face. “Also, you're blushing.”

“It's warm in here.”

“It's sixty-eight degrees, Davidson.” His eyes were dark in the low light, but I could see them dancing with laughter. “You're blushing because you were just thinking about my very impressive skill set.”

I huffed out a humorless laugh. “Your skill set is mediocre at best.”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you made that sound when I…”

“Don't,” I cut him off, pressing my palm against his chest like that would somehow stop him from continuing to be right about everything. His heartbeat was strong and steady under my hand, which felt wildly unfair. How was he so calm when my entire cardiovascular system was staging a full mutiny? “We're not discussing sounds.”

“Why not? I thought they were very encouraging.” His hand curled around my hip. “Very informative. I'd give them a solid eight out of ten.”

“Eight?” I scowled.

His grin turned wolfish as his hand tightened, squeezing in a caressing way. “The ones you'll make tomorrow night will definitely be at least a nine.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him he was arrogant and delusional. That tomorrow we'd barely be able to keep our hands off each other for entirely professional reasons and absolutely nothing else.

“Your ego is showing again.”

“So is your interest.” His voice dropped even lower. “You're still touching my chest, sweetheart. If you wanted distance, you probably should have moved by now.”

The mortifying part was that he was right. I was still pressed against him.

“Maybe I'm just keeping you warm,” I said, trying for icy and landing somewhere closer to breathless.

“It's still sixty-eight degrees.”

“You keep saying that like it means something.”

“It means you're full of shit, wifey. Adorably full of shit, but still.” He shifted, and suddenly his hips were pressing into mine, and holy mother of God, I was acutely aware of exactly how interested he was in that moment. “Which means you do want me.”

“I. Do. Not.” My voice was shaky and definitely not believable. I did want him, but it was purely physical, or at least that’s what I was telling myself.

“Your death grip on my chest suggests otherwise.”

I looked down and realized I'd apparently clenched my fingers into a muscle. I tried to pull my hand away, but he caught it, pressing it firmly back against his skin.

“Don't,” he said, something almost vulnerable in his voice. “Stay.”

“Dallas, this is…”

“I know what this is.” His other hand found the small of my back, pulling me closer until barely a breath separated us. “It's fake. It's temporary. It's a spectacularly bad idea.” He paused. “We didn’t plan this situation.” His fingertips grazed my forehead, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “But that doesn't matter anymore because we're here. You are my wife. I am your husband. Real marriage certificate. Real divorce.” He paused, his gaze raking over me in a way that made my breath stutter. “Real everything, except the timing and circumstances.”

“So... everything,” I said slowly.

“Everything else,” he corrected. “Here's the thing, though.” He leaned forward, our faces mere inches from each other. “We're locked in this for the next six months to a year. We can spend it being awkward and miserable, sleeping on opposite sides of this massive bed and counting down the days until we can file the paperwork. Or...” He sucked in a breath like the next words were difficult. “We can enjoy each other's company.”