The whole week follows much the same way. Jasper drives me to and from practice every day. Twice we go to his office so he can check-in. The first time I was as red as an apple with embarrassment. What if someone knew about what we did over Jasper’s desk just a few days ago?
But no. No one looked sideways at me, and the mess was still on his floor when we walked into his office. I helped him clean it up, and then he went about his business while I sat across from his desk, reading a smutty romance on my phone.
Let me tell you, that didn’t help one bit when it comes to keeping my libido in check.
The sexual tension between us is at a fever pitch by the time Friday rolls around. It’s been nothing but casual touches and innuendo that’s had me on edge and creeping closer to the breaking point every day. I don’t know how much more either of us can take.
If it were up to me, we would already have jumped each other. Jasper seems to be keeping a professional distance, at least to some degree.
“Are you sure you want to come?” I ask Jasper for the third time.
I was invited to dinner at Darlene’s house. I’m worried that Jasper will feel uncomfortable since Colt is his friend. It’s not been easy to hide the fact that our relationship is fake. Especially since it hardly feels fake to me anymore. We eat all of our meals together, casually binge-watch shows on Netflix, laugh and chat about everything and nothing.
Yeah, things feel very real. I’m not even taking into consideration the casual touches and teasing words. Nor the phenomenal sex that has me greedy for more. Yeah, I’m not thinking about any of that.
It’s been hard hiding things from Darlene when I just want to beg my friend for advice. I can only imagine it’s as hard for him with Colt. So I’m giving him an out when it comes to this dinner. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.
“Why wouldn’t I come?” he asks.
“I just don’t know how you feel about all of this…”
“You mean my being your bodyguard? Or my being your boyfriend?”
My heart races in my chest when he leaves off the fake part of fake boyfriend. Was it a slip of the tongue or purposeful?
“Either?” I mumble.
He pulls me against his chest, holding me tight so I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to… I don’t.
“I’m not embarrassed at either. I think we’ve moved beyond that. Don’t you?”
His lips crash to mine. I let out a surprised noise but return his kiss easily. Pouring all the days of tension into this one point of contact. I kiss him letting him know that he can have me if he’d only just take me.
All too soon, he breaks away from my lips and looks down at me expectantly. It takes a moment for my scrambled brain to function enough to realize he’s awaiting my answer to his question.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, touching my lips. “I think we have.”
He cups my cheeks and kisses me again.
“Just so we’re clear, this means you’re mine in all ways. Say something now if you don’t want that.”
“All ways?” I ask, feeling numb from the shock of it all.
“Bodyguard, boyfriend, daddy… all of it.”
“Okay.”
Again, I’m a wealth of words and proclamations. He smirks at me and my tongue-tied self, then leans in close. Our breaths mingle, then his lips find mine in a tender kiss. His hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss. My toes curl in my shoes, overwhelmed with the emotion of it all.
The kiss is unlike any I’ve had before. His hands move to my hair, and he tugs at the strands, tilting my head and holding me to him as his tongue plunders and owns mine. I lose track of time, and when we part, it’s the last thing I want to do.
My heart is pounding an uneven rhythm in my chest. My panties are wet, and my nipples are hard and needy for his touch. Jasper holds me against his chest, his hands running up and down my back in a calming gesture. My heart rate slows, but my neediness doesn’t subside even a little.
“If we don’t leave now, we aren’t going,” he says, lust dripping from every syllable.
The hard bar of his cock tells me exactly what he wants to do instead of dinner with our friends. It’s tempting.
I nod. “We could cancel,” I say hopefully. Darlene would understand. Her and Colt are still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.