Page 29 of Faking Love


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“Only kind-of public.” Maybe she had a point. He shifted in his seat, as his cock reminded him of the pictures waiting on his phone. And then something nagged him. Something was off about those pictures. What was it?

“In that case... one of your ties,” she replied.

All the blood rushed from his head at the thought of Molly in nothing but a tie. “Wait. Do I own any ties? I don’t think I do.”

“Hmm...” A throaty, seductive tremor ran through her words. “I guess I’m not wearing anything, then.”

He knew she was teasing, and he loved the sound of her voice when she did. The shuttle rumbled to a stop, and he tipped the driver and made his way across the lot to his car.

The flirting was fun, but there was something more important he needed to know. “How did it go at work?”

A long silence greeted him, and large chunks of his good mood shirked. “Molly?”

“I’m working on it.” The teasing cheer was gone from her voice. “I mean, they took the request, they’re thinking about it, and it doesn’t look like it will be a problem.”

That meant she didn’t have ayesyet. She was negotiating with her employer to let her do all of her job remotely, since she was on the road so often anyway. Brandon spent most of the off-con season at home, and that was where most of his voice jobs were, so they hoped she could find a way to move in with him.

Still, it wasn’t ano.

“I’m pretty sure they’ll sayyes.” Some of the sadness vanished from her voice.

He tossed his bag into the trunk, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the engine. “I was hoping... sooner, rather than later.”

“Give it a little more time. I have a feeling it’ll all be good.” Her tone was smooth and soothing.

He nodded at the empty car interior, still unable to completely squash his disappointment. “I’m pulling onto the road. I have to let you go.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”

He still wasn’t tired of hearing that. “I love you too.”

He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. Moments later, he was navigating the familiar route home.Empty home. He tried not to dwell on the thought, but he couldn’t help it. Every time he saidgoodbyeto Molly, it got harder to walk away.

Within thirty minutes, he was pulling up to his condo. He trudged up the stairs to the second floor and down the hallway to his door. When he pushed inside, his heart leaped into his chest.

Molly looked up from the couch, one corner of her mouth tugged up, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Surprise.” She wasn’t wearing a tie, but she was wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of his shorts. God damn. She’d never looked sexier.

He dumped his stuff and crossed the few, short feet. He pulled her from the couch, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off the ground.

She dug her nails into the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, a whimper escaping from her throat.

He rested his forehead against hers. “You didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” The impish smile was still there.

That was what had been off about the pictures—his condo in the background. He pushed up the hem of her shirt, so he could settle his palm on her bare back. “How long are you here?”

She shifted, sending tremors of want through him. “It depends on you.” Her voice was soft. Almost uncertain.

His brain clicked over the words, struggling to process them, which was made more difficult by the insistence below his waist. “Explain?”

She laid a series of light kisses across his lips. “I may have left a detail or two out about work.”

The gears in his head struggled to move forward and finally pushed the snag aside. “You mean...?”

She laughed. “Yes, I got permission to telecommute. So if you still think you can stand living with me...”

He kissed her hard again, focusing on the fact that this time he didn’t have to let her go nearly as often. This incredible woman who made his pulse race was here. She was moving in. Spending every morning waking up next to her teased his thoughts. “I was starting to wonder how I’d make it another week without you, so I’m pretty sure I can stand it.”

“Good.” She relaxed a little. “Then join me in our bedroom?”

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