Chapter 24
Eliza
Holy shit. That just happened.
That’s all that’s running through my mind right now as I work to get my breathing under control. I just let Mac finger-fuck me and I jerked him off as though both of those are normal things for us to do. I chuckle slightly, still in disbelief.
“I need a shower,” I murmur.
“Can I join you?” Mac asks, and I’m so satiated and out of my mind that I say, “Yes.”
He slides off the bed, and I do the same, realizing we’re both topless but still wearing our shorts. I shake my head at just how bizarre we look right now.
I follow him into the washroom where he starts the shower and I slide my shorts off while he does the same.
I’ve seen him fully naked before, but it was charged with lust and both of us achieving orgasms we were desperate for; right now I get to take him in in a different way.
My eyes trace every line of his torso and down to his muscular thighs.
I do my best not to pay too much attention to his dick, but my eyes keep going back to it.
My mind also wonders how it’s supposed to fit inside me.
He clears his throat, and my eyes shoot to his. He’s giving me a cocky grin and holding his hand out for me.
“You getting in?”
“Oh, um, yeah.”
I take his hand and slip past him into the shower, letting the warm water rush over my body. I tip my head back and close my eyes, allowing myself to relax. I feel Mac’s presence behind me, and the closer he gets, the more I seem to relax; I don’t know why.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Are you going to hog all the water?”
I turn and face him, a blush hitting my cheeks. “Sorry,” I say.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer until my chest is pressed against him. “It’s okay. We’re just going to have to stay close.”
I press my lips together to suppress my smile. “Such a hardship,” I say, my tone playful.
“The worst. It’s so difficult.”
My smile breaks through with his. We stare at each other for a few moments before we break apart and take turns cleaning ourselves off. He goes to help me with my hair, and I stop him.
“I’m not washing it right now. I did it yesterday and my hair doesn’t like being over washed.”
He nods and places a kiss on my forehead before pouring shampoo in his hand and massaging it into his hair. While he rinses it out, I slip out of the shower, grabbing a towel and securing it around myself before I move into the bedroom and find clothes.
“You ditched me,” he teases.
“Well, you were hogging the water. It was getting a little chilly,” I say, a smile playing on my lips.
He gets dressed, and we meet in the living room. I have no idea what to do today. If I was home alone, I’d either be reading a book or watching TV and scrolling my phone, but being with someone has me unsure.
“What do you want to do?” he asks. “I can pull out some games or cards, we can watch a movie, read, go out.”
“I’d love a relaxing day in,” I admit.
“Okay, we can do that. Reading first?”
I nod, and he heads down the hall, returning a few moments later with a book. I grab my Kindle and settle on the couch. He pulls me into his side, and I fight my grin as I get comfortable. Something about being tucked into his side while we each read feels normal.
After a while, his phone rings and he answers.
“Hello, Father.”
Mac looks down at me as he listens to his father on the other end. I smile up at him as he starts to slide off the couch.
“I’ll be right back.”
I nod, and he makes his way back down the hall as he tells his dad, “Eliza.”
I blush, guessing his father was asking who he was talking to and he now knows I’m over.
It’s the whole point of this, though, for his father to think we’re in a serious and committed relationship.
I move into the bedroom and grab a few things out of my bag that I brought knowing Mac wanted me to leave some things behind to make it look like I stay here on the regular in case his dad just shows up.
When Mac returns, I point to the books, hair clips, brush, and a couple other knick-knacks I’ve placed on the coffee table.
“I brought these to leave behind. I’m not sure where you want them, you know, in case your dad comes by.”
He kisses my forehead, and I roll my lips together while he takes his place on the couch again.
“Wherever you might usually leave them is fine.” Mac sighs and turns towards me. “I have a question for you,” he says.
I sit up straighter and face him.
“Will you come to London with me in a few weeks? I have a few meetings I need to attend, and I’d love to show you the city.”
Travelling with someone is a big deal, but this is also a different situation.
Mac and I aren’t actually dating, we’re putting on a show for his father and that includes doing those things that look like big steps.
Being in London will also give us a better chance to show his father that we’re real.
I guess I could work remotely while he’s in the office, too, so really it’s just me working from a different location that happens to be the hometown of the man I’m fake dating, which also happens to be thousands of kilometres and an ocean away.
“Yeah, when are you going?” I ask.
“In three weeks, for about two weeks.”
I nod, trying to figure out mentally how that impacts my schedule. It’s leading up to the busy time at work with taxes, but if I work from London, it should be fine.
“I should be able to make it work. Let me check with my boss, and I’ll let you know on Monday.”
My answer seems to make his entire body relax. I lean back into his side, and we stay like that until my stomach makes so much noise that Mac gets up to make food.