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“Wow. You look gorgeous. But you can’t be licking your lips like that when they’re here.” I pushed to my feet, my eyes finding the tops of her breasts that were being pushed up by the dress.
Fuck me.
I was going to be hard as a rock the entire interview.
“What? My mouth is dry. I can’t lick my lips because you haven’t had sex in months and have a chronic erection?” Her eyes searched mine.
She really didn’t have a fucking clue just how sexy she was.
Because her pea-brained boyfriend had never let her know.
I moved toward her. My hand moved under her chin, turning her face so she was looking up at me.
“I don’t get a boner when I’m not with you. I never once got an erection on set, where half-naked women were rubbing all over my junk. So don’t go blaming my lack of control on anything other than what it is.”
“And what is it?” She narrowed her gaze, holding her chin up high, as she watched me.
“Well, for starters, your tits are teasing me the way they’re showing off in this dress.” I shrugged. “And your fucking lips are too much, Miney. It’s too much.”
“Too much? My lips? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Okay. I guess she needed me to spell it out for her. We’d always been honest with one another; this shouldn’t be any different.
“When you lick your lips, I think about them being wrapped around my cock.” I raised a brow, and she sucked in a breath, eyes wide. “And these tits of yours? Well, I think about teasing them with my tongue and my lips. Hell, I think about kissing them in the shower and all the things I’d like to do to them.”
Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and she whispered, “Oh. I’m, er, I’m sorry about that. Anything else?”
“Yeah. Since you’re asking… When you walk around the house in those tiny pink pajama shorts—the ones you wore the night you slipped your hand between your legs,” I said, trying not to laugh at the pink hue that was covering her cheeks now.
“I know the shorts you’re referencing, Chewy.”
“Well, every time you wear them, I have to go take a cold shower because all I want to do is press you up against the wall, drop to my knees, spread your legs, and taste you.”
“You need to have sex,” she whispered as she fanned her face.
I barked out a laugh. “Yeah. I do. But my girlfriend won’t cross the line with me, so I’m fucked.”
“Your fake girlfriend.”
“Potayto, potahto. I’m a horny dude. You asked for the truth, and I gave it to you. Stop licking your lips. You got it?”
She smiled and nodded, her eyes watering as she looked at me. “You’ve always had a way of making me feel beautiful, Chewy.”
“I’ve told you many times. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Now, come on. They’re going to be here any minute. Get ready to gush over me.”
She opened her mouth to say something, and the doorbell rang.
“Game time, Miney.”
I took her hand and led her out to the front room before pulling the door open. There were more people there than I’d expected. Lane Fortworth was the woman I’d spoken to on the phone, and she quickly introduced herself to Reese and me. But there were at least a dozen people behind her.
“This is the lighting and camera crew. I probably should have told you that the whole team was coming, but you’ll barely notice them. They’ll stay out of our hair.” Lane stepped inside when I held my hand out, inviting her in. She wore a navy pantsuit. Her hair was short and cropped around her ears, and she was probably in her mid-forties.
“That’s not a problem. The more the merrier,” Reese said as we led everyone to the kitchen.
Reese had put out juice and muffins and fruit, and she told them all to help themselves. Lane checked out the space and told them to set up in the kitchen area, and she pulled the chairs to one side of the table.
“There’s a lot of natural light in here. This will work well.” She motioned for us to sit across from her. “It’s nice to meet you both in person. I’m thrilled that you’re joining us, Reese. The world wants to meet the woman who stole Finn Reynolds’s heart. A heart we’d heard would never be up for grabs.”
