Page 6 of The Best Bad Decision

No one wanted to feel like a burden.

I could make him more comfortable.

Raising one eyebrow, he made it clear he didn’t like waiting. It was a challenge I couldn’t quite ignore, even if the way he ordered me around was confusing.

“Do you have any boundaries I need to be aware of?” It’d been a while since I’d dated guys but everything I’d heard lately said limits were something I’d need to be more conscious of. “I want to make sure I don’t take things too far in trying to prove my point.”

That had his wicked grin peeking out again, but he shook his head. “I don’t think so, but just to be on the safe side, clothes stay on.”

I could make that work.

“I’ll remember that limit even though it might be difficult.” My dry retort had him smirking at me. It was sexier than I’d expected, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind.

“I know you can do it.” His tone was just as dry and made it clear how much he doubted my abilities. But while I was out of practice for a variety of reasons, it wasn’t hard to imagine holding him more intimately.

“Thank you for the vote of confidence.” Tightening my arms, I brought the front of his body flush with mine and slid one hand lower to cup his ass.

The thin, draping fabric made it easy to feel every muscle and curve, but I did my best not to go too far. There had to be another limit besides leaving his clothes on, and I wasn’t eager to be screamed at because I hadn’t read his mind.

I seemed to have gotten it right, though, because Casimir nearly purred, snuggling against me as his gaze went warmer. “Much better.”

Telling myself that felt good simply because I liked doing everything well, I massaged the cheek I was still holding and stroked my other hand up to play with the hair at the back of his neck. “What would I do next if I had an audience to impress?”

His smirk came back as I barely rocked him against me. “You’d have to kiss me, of course. They’d need to see that to believe we were an item.”

He just had to keep pushing…but I wasn’t one to back down, even from bad decisions.

“I can be very believable.” Instead of doing what he probably expected and going for his lips, I leaned down and kissed the base of his neck, right above the silky shirt. “I like being thorough.”

And once upon a time I’d enjoyed pleasing my partner, but it’d been a long time since I felt any desire to do it.

Casimir was different, though.

And wasn’t that the best understatement ever.

Oh.

He moaned.

My tongue against his neck earned me the sexy sound and a kiss right under his ear got a shiver, but shifting to work my way along his jaw got a frustrated huff out of him that made me want to smile. “Rushing just isn’t believable and I want to prove I can do it.”

If it ruffled his feathers a bit, that would be a bonus…and his feathers were good and fluffy by the time I got to his lips. The part of me that wasn’t very bright when it came to decisions related to my personal life wondered what he’d do if I made him crazy. However, I was smart enough at the moment to keep that inappropriate curiosity in check as I finally gave him a soft kiss and a gentle nibble before I straightened.

I didn’t release him yet, though. I simply raised one eyebrow, mirroring his earlier expression, and kept a neutral look as he glared at me again. “How did I do?”

“If you’re not careful, all that sass is going to get you in trouble.” His fiery expression was distracting enough I almost forgot to wonder what he meant. “It’s believable.”

I hoped so because I was fairly certain we were both harder than I was going to draw attention to…mostly because I wasn’t sure what the rules would be around getting turned on by my fake date.

Well, possibly fake or maybe just practical date.

“I’m glad.” That seemed to mean I should let him go, but that was more difficult than I wanted to admit. Eventually I relaxed my hold and stepped back without looking ridiculous, but sitting back down on the couch without him felt wrong. “What other issues do you see us running into?”

He rolled his eyes. “One of us finding our common sense.”

“Mine left the building when my mother started demanding that I plan a second wedding with my ex.” As he stopped and blinked at me, I shrugged. “We need to restart things with good memories…which seems to need a budget of about fifty-thousand.”

“Lord.” Casimir threw up his hands as he collapsed back into his chair in a dramatic heap. “Ten grand would get you a suite on a cruise ship and the captain marrying you. That’d be a much better story. Hell, you could probably elope to an Italian castle for a fraction of the price.”