Pretend for Me (14 page)

“Stop tempting me,” he said.

Chuckling she glanced over at the bar and saw her
friends.

“The guys are here.”

“So are the girls.” She pointed where her friends were
standing with his.

“They’re already trying to pick them up.”

She laughed, and together they made their way over to
where their friends were standing.
 

Chapter Twelve

Andy shook hands with each of his friends while Sara
hugged her own. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t fail to
notice the way his friends eyed her as well. In the tight black dress she wore
he saw every delicious curve on display. Not less than twenty-four hours ago he’d
been buried deep inside her feeling every curve up close.

Sara handled the introductions while he ordered them a
round of drinks. He pulled her close to his side as they all talked. His
fingers stroked her hip, feeling she’d not bothered with any underwear. Sara
had a teasing side he couldn’t wait to explore.

She smiled up at him. The wicked glint in her eye went
straight to his cock. He didn’t know how he was going to survive the night
keeping his hands off her. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind he
talked to his friends.

“I’m going to go dance,” Sara said. Her hand touched
his arm. The electricity that bounced between them was undeniable. He wanted to
chain her to his side and never let go. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. The
promise in that one kiss kept him on edge.

“I’ll be here keeping your drinks safe.”

He watched her go with her friends onto the dance
floor.

“What did I tell you? He’s seriously whipped,” Travis
said.

Turning to his friends he saw the shock on their
faces. “What?”

“I would never have believed it possible, but you’ve
fallen for her,” Lenny said.

His friends looked from Sara on the dance floor to
him.

“We’re friends, guys, and nothing else is going on.”

Why do you keep lying to yourself?

“Why do you keep lying to yourself, Andy?” Wade put
his own thoughts into words.

He turned to watch her dance. The short heel was a
good choice. He’d seen the way she walked in anything higher than a three inch.
It was a horrid sight, and he’d felt he needed to call an ambulance watching
her fall. Her arms went up in the air. She swayed her hips from side to side.
He watched her butt move. Later tonight he’d be kissing that rounded butt.

“How was your weekend being the pretend boyfriend?”
Austin asked, pulling his thoughts away from the tempting sway of her ass.

“Creepy. Her family has plenty of cash, and I mean
they pretty much own the town where they live. I met all her brothers and one
of them did a fucking background check on me. Her father tried to buy me off.
He wants me out of her life, and I got the pleasure of meeting her sleazy ex.
It was an awful weekend.” He summarized the weekend for them.

His friends remained silent then stared at the dance
floor. “You’re still friends with her?” Wade asked, clearly amazed.

“Her family is not going to scare me away. She’s a
friend, and I like her. I’d never hurt her.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? You’re a fool if
you think this is anything other than what it is.” Travis pointed out.

He returned his gaze back to the dance floor. Several
guys had surrounded Sara and her friends. He glared at the scene before him.

“See, you’re turning her into something more than a
friend, Andy, and you don’t even see it happening.”

Andy knew what they were trying to say. “Nothing is
going to happen between Sara and me. We’re good friends enjoying the mutual
pleasure of each other.”

“And you want to go and pummel those guys for even
thinking of touching her,” Lenny said.

Shooting him a glare Andy walked out to where Sara was
dancing. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him. He wrapped his arms around her
waist and pulled her close to his side. The men stared at him, and he glared
back. If looks could kill, those men would be on the ground in a pool of their
own blood. Her hands wrapped around his neck. The rest of the world faded away.
They were the only two remaining. Pushing away his desire to hurt the men for
even attempting to touch her, Andy danced with her. His palm covered her
stomach while his other stroked her hip.

“I was wondering when you were going to come and
rescue me,” she said.

He spun her in his arms so he saw her face.

“I didn’t realize you needed to be saved.” Andy cupped
her ass in his palms and pressed her against his raging arousal.

She moaned. “You’re always hard,” she said.

“Only for you.”
He kissed her temple and felt the words deep in his soul.

They danced together for several songs. He stared down
into her eyes relishing the way she looked back at him. With her in his arms he
felt he could do anything.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“About you.”

She smiled. “What about me?”

“Without you I’d never have opened this club.”

Her gaze drifted over the club, but then she shook her
head. “You’d have gotten this club.”

“Why do you sound so sure?”

“I sound sure because you wanted it. I know what it’s
like to dream. The doubt is always there, but you can’t stop the dreaming. If
we can’t dream of having something then what is the point of living?”

He kissed her lips, the plump flesh too hard to
ignore.

“I like kissing you.”

“I like you kissing me, too. We’re ignoring your
friends,” she said.

“We’re ignoring yours as well.”

She let out a sigh then rested her head against his
chest.

“I want you, Andy.”

Her words froze him to the spot.

“I’ve got an office we can use.”

Sara glanced up at him. Her lips turned up in a smile.
“Is that an offer of ravishment, Mr. Green?”

“Only if you
wish to be ravaged?”

She gave him her hand. Without looking over to his
friends he took her to his office. He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside
her. Sara had awoken a beast that refused to be put to sleep.

****

Her heart pounded inside her chest when he closed the
door. The sound of the lock turning into place made her heart leap. She’d never
done anything like this. Andy made her want to experience so much.

He turned to her. His eyes were almost black in the
low light of the room. The music vibrated through the walls. “This is your
office?” she asked.

The office held a desk with a computer on it and several
filing cabinets. The simplicity of the room was not lost on her. What took her
breath away was the single picture of them together on his wall. She hadn’t
even known he’d taken a picture of her.

“I’ve got one in every office,” he said.

Andy walked farther in the room. She stood with her
hands by her sides. What was a girl supposed to do with her hands? Put them on
her hips or open them wide to receive him? Writing a love scene was far easier
than living through one.

“Stop thinking everything through. Let it happen,” he
said. One of his hands went into her hair. The clips she’d placed in her hair
sprang free. “I love the feel of your hair loose like this.” His fingers combed
through the length making her moan.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked.

Andy didn’t say a word. He caught her chin in his
hands and stared at her. The depth of his gaze made her feel on display. The
hand in her hair remained while the other travelled down the length of her
body. She gasped when his hand slid over her breast. He cupped the tender flesh
in his palm. Her thoughts turned to mush with the onslaught of his touch.

“Giving you what we both want. What we both need.” He
pressed his lips against hers. Andy ran his thumb over her taut nipple. The bud
tightened at the first contact of his fingers. All too soon his hand moved down
over her hip. She moaned as his fingertips grazed the edge of her dress
brushing across her thigh. He moved his fingers up the dress following a path
to her sex. His palm cupped her mound making her gasp. Her gasp provided him
with the perfect access to plunge his tongue inside her mouth. She reciprocated
the move.

“You feel so damn good. I could taste you forever.”
His fingers moved through her slit, and he explored her sex.

Sara felt his digit glide through her wet heat. She
wrapped her hands around his neck in an effort to keep herself upright. Her
thoughts were no longer her own and neither were her body’s reactions to this
man. Andy did something to her that she didn’t understand.

He walked her back until her ass hit the edge of the
desk. In one easy action Andy pushed the papers and computer adorning his desk
onto the floor.

“Andy,” she said, shocked by the passion he displayed.

“I don’t care. I can buy a new one.” He opened her
legs then stepped between them. “I want you.”

Her dress was pushed up to her waist. His hands slid
up her thighs while she clawed at the buckle of his jeans. She needed him with
a desperation she couldn’t describe. It didn’t matter that they were inside an
office in a busy nightclub or that their friends waited outside. All that
mattered to Sara was getting him naked and inside her.

Fuck me, Andy.

She couldn’t find the words to say to him out aloud.
Saying the words inside her head would have to do.

He tore open a condom—where he got it from she had no
clue—then placed the rubber over his rock hard cock. She watched him protect
them both, and then he guided himself to her entrance. His other hand curled
into her hair once again.

Sara couldn’t breathe as he eased the tip of his cock
inside her. Every time she felt him inside her, she thought she was going to
wake up from a perfect dream.

“Please,” she said, begging. No longer could she take
his torment.

Andy plunged inside her to the hilt. His head rested
against her own as they both gave themselves time to appreciate the pulse of
their bodies humming together.

“You’re so tight,” he said.

She cupped his face and kissed him. “No more talking.”

His hands went to her hips. She cried out when he
started to pull out of her body. When only the tip of him remained inside Andy
forged his way back in. Sara felt taken over. Not an inch of her body was left
untouched by his possession. Andy claimed her body as easily as he claimed her
heart and soul.

She held onto him unable to hold anything else. There
was no one else for her. Andy was her everything. His thrusts increased, and so
did the pressure inside her heart. She couldn’t bear for him to walk away. Sara
knew she was too involved with him.

Their connection deepened as he stared into her eyes.
She felt him possess her down to her soul. This was far more than two friends
finding mutual satisfaction. This was the start of something far deeper and
fundamental than she could have ever imagined.

“Make yourself come, Sara. I want to feel you ride me
with your release.”

Sara eased her hand down between them to stroke her
nub. He never broke eye contact. Andy’s hypnotic brown gaze held her captive
like his cock did inside her.

She licked her lips refusing to close her eyes. All
she needed was to look at him for the pleasure to consume her.

“That’s it, Sara. Let me feel you. I want you to shout
my name when you come so you know who is inside you.”

His words penetrated her foggy brain. She didn’t need
to shout his name. His name would be forever imprinted on her mind.

There would be no turning back from this. Andy owned
her completely.

He plunged inside her as the wave slowly began to
build. She felt the first tinges of her release start in the pit of her stomach
and grow outwards. Her nipples hardened to painful buds as her sex tightened
around his thrusting shaft. She bit her lip trying to stem her screams. None of
it worked. She climaxed around him, and her screams echoed off the four walls
of his office.

Andy’s low growl followed her completed cries. She
felt the kick of his arousal inside her and knew he’d reached his own release.

The only sounds that remained in the office were the
sounds of their deep breathing. Andy’s head rested against her own. The
perspiration dotted their skin. She still held him around the neck while his
grip remained tight on her hips. The hand in her hair loosened. He let her hair
go to stroke the length.

“I can’t live without you,” he said.

His words confused her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, in answer.