Chapter 9 Sea
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The engagement ring is stunning. I can't stop watching the golden rays of the setting sun bounce off the diamonds.
"After you." Milo holds the bookstore door open for me to walk past. Luckily, we haven't been spotted yet, or the paparazzi would be all over Milo in a flash.
It's silly of me to want a few stolen moments with Milo without fans or the media chasing after him. Isn't that why we're in this fake relationship, so his sponsors can see that he's a changed man and re-sign him to a multiyear, multimillion-dollar contract?
“I'm headed to the romance section. We can meet at the checkout counter in thirty minutes. That should give us plenty of time to pick out what we're looking for." It's a solid plan. We'll each be able to choose what we want without boring the other while we browse the bookstore.
“Actually, I'm headed to the romance section myself, and I'd like your help on what to buy, since I seem to have the same taste in romance books as you do.” The wicked gleam in his eyes leaves little doubt about his intentions.
“Fine. But don't blame me if you end up hooked on romance books." I turn and walk to the back section of the bookstore. My hips sway side to side. The swish of my skirt riding up my bare legs with each step I take. I can feel the heat of his stare as he follows me to the romance section.
An evil plan forms in my mind, and I wonder how far I can push him by suggesting the wildest, sexiest books I can think of. "How about this one?" I stop in front of a section of alien romance, ripping the romance band-aid right off. "You will love what the main male lead can do with his tail."
“Hmm," he takes the book out of my hand. His eyes scan the cover. "It's perfect," he winks, causing my knees to weaken from the pure sex appeal radiating off of him.
We spend the next two hours looking for the perfect books for him to read. Our arms are full of books by the time we get to the checkout line.
"Oh my God! You're Milo Harris!" a woman who appears to be in her mid to late forties yells, pushing her way to stand next to Milo as the cashier grabs her phone from under the counter.
But before the woman can lunge at him, he easily sidesteps her, pulling me close to his side while the cashier snaps a picture of us.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am." Milo smiles at the woman, still trying to push her way closer to him. "Can you ring us up?" Milo nods to the cashier, handing her his credit card. "My fiancée and I are in a hurry."
Both women stop what they are doing to glare at me. But I've been around enough mean girls to know how to handle myself. "Yes, Milo and I have a special evening plan, and it isn't even his birthday, if you know what I mean."
The cashier finishes bagging our books, slides Milo's credit card for payment, then hands him the bags. "Have a nice night." Her monotone sharply contrasts with her cheerful words.
We step through the door as the second woman yells for Milo one last time. "Here." she says, throwing something at Milo that suspiciously looks like underwear. Thankfully, Milo dodges the panties as we make our escape to his car.
The drive home is filled with so much sexual energy that I'm regretting not stopping for new batteries for my vibrator. I wasn't lying when I told Milo I need new ones. I guess I'll have to take care of myself the old-fashioned way, with my fingers.
He parks in my driveway, and I take a deep breath. Exhale. Moment of truth. Do I invite him in, or do we say our goodbyes and part ways here?
I'm about to ask him if he wants to come inside when he reaches over and takes my hand—lacing his fingers through mine. "I had a really good time tonight. I'm sorry some of the female fans can get a little crazy."
“It's okay. I've never had a woman throw her panties at any of my dates before. It was definitely a first.” I laugh, recalling the horror on Milo's face when a pair of black lace panties flew through the air, almost hitting him in the face.
If he weren't such a world-class athlete, the underwear definitely would have hit its mark.
I'm not even sure how she managed to get her panties off that quickly — it was impressive, to say the least.
"Yeah, well, for me it's a hazard of the job."
"Maybe if you weren't so irresistible, you wouldn't have strange women throwing their undergarments at you." I tease, enjoying the lighter side of Milo's humor.
"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Milo unclicks his seatbelt, then mine. His motive is still unclear.
A heartbeat passes before he pounces. His fingers find my underarms, and he starts to tickle me.
"No fair," I say between giggles, my body squirming to escape his touch. Little does he know that growing up with two sisters has taught me exactly how to fight back against a tickle attack.
He shifts his body, his hands breaking contact, giving me the opening I've been waiting for. I don't think, I react, diving across the seat and straddling him in record time, catching him off guard.
"My turn." I lurch forward, placing my hands under his arms and giving him a taste of his own medicine. But I miscalculated. Having a tickle fight with your sisters as a kid is a lot different than having a tickle fight with a grown man who can melt your panties with one look.
My hands freeze on his body as our eyes meet. The lust in his gaze is pure and simple—he wants me, and he wants me now. He captures my mouth with his, and it's nothing like I thought our first kiss would be.
This is a fake relationship. The kiss should be dull, not earth-shattering.
His hands slide over my hips as he grabs my ass in his firm grip, pressing me against his hard length.
I rock my hips back and forth, the sensation of his touch sending heatwaves straight to my pussy.
"Do you want to come inside?" I break the kiss long enough to ask.
But before he can answer, headlights appear in the rearview mirror, causing us to break apart like a couple of teenagers getting caught having sex.
My knee hits the dashboard as I scramble back into my seat on the passenger side. I glance out the side window just in time to see Brooke briskly walking to the house, not even giving us a second look, still wearing that trench coat.
“Um, I'll walk you to the door," Milo says, completely breaking the spell surrounding us that I had hoped to salvage when Brooke made a dent in.
“That's okay. I can make it to my front door by myself," I sigh, already planning Brooke's demise at ruining what would have been an epic night by the feel of Milo's huge cock against my pussy.
“Nonsense. It's dark outside. Something could happen to you, and I'd feel bad if I let that happen.” My heart races faster. He really cares about me. "Besides, the press might be lurking in the bushes, and how would that look if I let my fiancée walk to the door alone?"
And there it is, my hope crashing and burning as it lands in a heap at my feet. "Right. We wouldn't want it to get back to your sponsors that you're not a loving fiancée."
The sarcasm in my tone is lost behind the closing of the car door as Milo jogs around the front of his SUV to help me out.
He opens the door, extending one hand to me while his other hand keeps it from slamming shut. I take his hand in mine, and the zap of electricity shooting up my arm feels unexpected but not unwelcome.
Sliding out of the car, I get a strange feeling that someone is watching us. But after a quick look around, I decide it's just my imagination.
Milo keeps holding my hand as we walk to my house. "Here we are." We stop in front of the door. I silently figure out how quiet I can be if I invite him in for sex.
It's not like my sister, who writes romance novels, would be offended if I brought a guy home. No, my real worry is how embarrassed I'll be the next time I see Brooke, especially with how loud I know Milo will make me scream as I come.
"Here we are," I repeat, my mind still focused on how to get him into bed without worrying about my sister.
He smiles, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, you already said that." His eyes drift to my lips. "I think I should give you a goodnight kiss. You know, just in case anyone's watching."
I lick my lips, "Good idea."
We lean in at the same time, our lips meet in a soft, unsatisfying kiss. He must realize the need to escalate the kiss as his tongue licks the seam of my lips, demanding entry.
With a sigh, I open my mouth, letting his tongue plunge into my mouth, taking total control of the kiss until I'm left breathless and wanting more.
The front door swings open, causing us to separate. "Ugh, go inside already, before one of the neighbors calls the cops on you for having sex in a public place." Brooke brushes past us, still in the trench coat but now carrying a small suitcase.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I'm doing research. I'll be gone a couple of nights," she yells over her shoulder as she hustles to the passenger side of the car parked behind Milo's.
In my haste to get off Milo's lap before getting caught, I didn't pay attention to which side of the vehicle Brooke got out of.
"Be careful!" I yell after her. She lifts her hand in a quick wave as she opens the door and hops into the car with the mysterious person waiting for her.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" I turn to Milo for reassurance.
"Yeah, she'll be fine." He squints his eyes as the mystery driver backs out of the driveway, taking my baby sister with him. "I'm pretty sure I know whose car she got into."
I stop questioning him because, for some reason, I believe him when he says Brooke will be fine. Now I need to come to terms with my fake fiancé.
"Do you want to come in?" I bite my lower lip in anticipation of his answer. I’ve never felt this horny before in my life. I'm not sure what I'll do if he tells me no.
"Hell, yes, I do."
“Just one night, though. We’ll get this out of our system and go back to the game plan. Okay?” I bite my lip as he studies my face.
“Are you sure about that?” Milo asks as his hand caresses my cheek.
“Yes,” I say, wanting to melt into his touch. “For both of our sakes, it can only be one night.”