Fake Out_A SECOND CHANCE PRETEND GIRLFRIEND ROMANCE

by Rebecca Janet

“You’re starting a new job, as head broadcaster. That’s a big deal. I want us to celebrate, properly.” He reached behind the couch and grabbed a box. “Here, put this on.”

  “What is it?” I asked, shaking the box ever so slightly. It was heavier than I expected but whatever it was, it didn’t make a sound. Someone packed this with care.

  “Open it,” he said with a grin.

  “Okay…” I knew he was up to something and I felt those pre-gift jitters, like a kid waking up on Christmas morning. Carefully, I slid a knife against the seal, breaking it. When I pulled back the flaps, I was surprised to find a beautiful purple dress, detailed with silver embroidery. “It’s gorgeous.”

  “It’ll looked even better on the floor later,” he said with a wink.

  “What has gotten into you? You’ve been so naughty, lately.”

  “What can I say? I have a sexy fiancée and she drives me crazy. You don’t even want to know about all the things I want to do to you.” He got up, tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged on it, exposing my neck. Ever so gently, he decorated my neck with kisses, sending a shiver through my spine.

  “Mmm…” A moan escaped my lips the second he took my earlobe into his mouth. It was one of my weaknesses—my kryptonite.

  He chuckled. “Still a fan of that, huh?”

  “Maybe…”

  He nibbled on it again.

  “Mmm!”

  “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

  Before I knew what was going on, he ripped off my shirt, throwing it across the room where it disappeared behind the coffee table.

  A second later, he snapped off my bra. “You’re just as gorgeous as I remember…” He mused. “All these years and you’re still a goddess.” His eyes burned with passion as he reached forward, taking my breasts into his hands, kneading them ever so gently.

  I threw my head back, feeling the pleasure course through my veins. This time, I bit the inside of my lip, trying to silence my moans.

  He took one of my nipples between his fingers, rolling it back and forth. “I shouldn’t tease you so much. I wouldn’t want you going to dinner soaking wet.”

  “Too late…” I gasped.

  “Oh, really?” He asked with an amused looked on his face.

  Abruptly, he pushed me onto the couch, ripping off my pants in the process.

  “You weren’t lying.” He pressed his fingers against the wet spot on my panties, rubbing my pussy through the fabric.

  “Fuck!”

  “Does that feel good, baby girl?” He whispered into my ear. “Do you want me to push these panties inside and give you some really good…?”

  “Please…” I begged, losing myself in the moment. I lifted my hips, begging for it with my body.

  Buzz! Buzz!

  His phone vibrated against the coffee table.

  He stopped and checked it. “Limo driver. He’s growing impatient. I guess we’ll just have to put this on pause for now.”

  “You’re evil.” I groaned. “Pure evil.”

  He chuckled. “Wanted me that bad, huh?”

  I didn’t bother to answer him. Instead, I put on my dress while he disappeared into his bedroom to get ready himself.

  When he emerged, I was struck by his handsomeness. He was wearing a suit. Tailored. Showing off his amazing physique. Tall. Dark. And gorgeous.

  “You looked stunning,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “I can’t believe you’re my fiancée.” The way he spoke, it almost sounded like all this was real, that it wasn’t just an act.

  “Well, get used to it.” I countered with a wink. “You’ll have to be fending off the guys left and right.”

  “I want to see them try and lay a finger on you.” He wrapped his arm protectively around my waist. “Trust me, you’re mine.”

  I shivered because deep down, that’s exactly what I wanted.

  At the restaurant, Camden was an absolute gentleman. He opened the door for me. Pulled out my seat. Allowed me to order first.

  Although, ordering off the menu wasn’t exactly easy.

  “What is all this stuff? Half of it is in French.”

  “Well, this is a French restaurant,” he explained.

  “Where are the burgers?” I asked. “Or the steaks.” I kept flipping through the menu but, honestly, I didn’t know what half of this crap was. Plus, there were no pictures to help guide my decision.

  “I wanted to treat you to something nice. You know, instead of the bar.”

  I chuckled. “You know I’m a down to earth girl. Give me a burger any day of the week.”

  “Hey, can’t blame me for trying to impress you.”

  “No, no, I’m not blaming you.” I grabbed my phone, looking up some of the specials. “Um, I guess I’ll have the duck.”

  “Do you like duck?”

  “No, but I’m sure as hell not getting the escargot. Who the hell actually eats snails?”

  “It’s actually good.”

  “And you’ll kiss me with that mouth?” I fake a gag just to be dramatic.

  He laughed. “You should try it.”

  “No way. I would rather die.”

  Chapter 18

  Camden

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was stunning. The dress I ordered fit her perfectly. Nice sweetheart neckline for my sweetheart. Plus, it showed off her cleavage very nicely. Just looking at them, I felt my carnal appetite growing. I wanted her.

  Hell, if we were alone, I’d probably bend her over this table and have my way with her right here and now. But, then again, I didn’t want to ruin her celebratory dinner. She deserved this. I’d just wine and dine her first and make love to her later. She’s worth the wait.

  The waitress appeared, bringing out the appetizers.

  Val scrunched her nose the second she saw the escargot. I grinned, picking up the tiny fork I was supposed to use, and popped one of the snails into my mouth.

  “You’re disgusting.”

  “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

  “I already told you it’s not going to happen.”

  “Quit being a baby.”

  “I’m not doing it,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Try asking me again and see what happens. You forget that we’re in a private room. If I stab you with a fork, there won’t be any witnesses.”

  “Damn. Alright. There’s no needed to get so hostile.” I held up my hands in defeat.

  “Good boy.” She grinned.

  “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m far from being a good boy.”

  “What are you implying?” She raised an eyebrow in question.

  “Oh, you’ll see.”

  “Stop trying to get me all hot and bothered…”

  Swoosh!

  The door swung open. A couple of waitresses walked in, placing our main meals on the table. They were beautiful. Valerie’s duck was decorated with an assortment of orchids, a carefully drizzled orange sauce, and neatly arranged filets.

  “Whoa… this is almost too pretty to eat,” she commented, staring at it.

  For the rest of the night, we enjoyed each other’s company, filling the silence with lighthearted chatter.

  But, as we waited for dessert to arrive, Valerie looked at me with this intense look in her eye. “Did you plan the proposal?” She asked, holding her glass of wine between her fingers. “And what the hell do you expect to do about all that, anyway?”

  My face turned red. I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. “Honestly?”

  She nodded.

  “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. I walked past a jewelry store. Saw the ring. And the thought of proposing to you just felt… right.”

  “I see.” She took a slow sip of her wine before putting it down on the table. “Do you remember that night when you were drunk at the bar?”

  “Vaguely.”

  “Well, you told me all about your dream life. About how I’m the missing link in your life and that you made a mistake
all those years ago, focusing on football when you should have focused on me.” She paused, pointing at my drink. “You were really drunk because you started saying cheesy stuff, like how you wanted me to become your queen.”

  I smiled. “It sure does sound like a dream.”

  “Then you went on and on about us getting married and having a baby together. In this vision of yours, you won the Super Bowl while I was pregnant or something.”

  I wasn’t quite sure where she was going with all this, but I wasn’t about to stop her, especially since there was this sparkle in her eyes like she wanted all that to happen too. Could it be that we shared the same dream?

  “Do you want that?” I asked, holding my breath as I waited for her to answer.

  “I just want to know if you meant all that you said.”

  Suddenly, I straightened my posture, a serious look on my face. “Honestly, I can’t remember much about what I said to you that night. It’s a haze. But, I don’t want to take any of it back.” I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. “I’ve always had something for you. From the start, you stole my heart. So, I can’t help it. All this ‘pretending,’ it was never just pretending. It’s much more than that, Val. You know that.”

  To my surprise, she was the one who leaned across the table and kissed me.

  Swoosh!

  The waitress returned with our desserts, but we ignored her, tongues swirling and tangling together.

  I got up and dragged her toward the couch. She fell into my lap, straddling me, the slit of her dress riding up her thigh, exposing the sexy black thong she was wearing.

  Valerie pushed my shoulders, forcing me to lay down. Quickly, she tore off my shirt, throwing it aside. “You’ve been teasing me all night long. Now it’s my turn.” She undid my belt buckle, ripping it off. A second later, my pants joined the pile forming on the floor.

  To my surprise, she took my cock into her hand and squeezed it.

  I gasped, throwing my head back, the softness of her palm filling me with pleasure. “Fuck, Val, I’ve never seen this side of you before.”

  “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this…” She whispered just before biting the side of my neck. “I’ve dreamt about sleeping with you, of our bodies rubbing together, the sounds of our moans echoing off the walls, the taste of your cock.”

  “No one’s stopping you,” I said, resting my arms behind my head, a dirty grin on my face. “If you want a taste, then it’s all yours.”

  “Oh, really? Right here? What if the waitress comes in here and sees what we’re doing?”

  Suddenly, I took control, rolling us over and pinning her to the couch. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn. The whole damn world could be coming to an end and I still wouldn’t stop.” I growled, nipping at her neck as my hand slid down her back, finding the dress zipper and pulling it all the way down. Gently, I slipped my hand underneath her dress, thumbs hooking onto the waistband of her panties, tugging on them slightly.

  “Mmm!”

  “You like that?” I tugged a little harder, watching her squirm as the fabric disappeared between her sensitive folds. “I bet you want to feel my tongue all over that pussy, don’t you?” I pushed away the straps of her dress, decorating her shoulders with kisses.

  Soon, her dress was on the floor.

  I took one look at her and it was enough for me to lose control.

  Roughly, I took her by the thighs and brought her delicious hips to my mouth. My lips traveled along her belly and then her thighs, taking the time to tease her.

  “Cam, please…” She begged, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Don’t.”

  “What’s the matter, baby girl?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Don’t you like it?”

  “Don’t tease me.” She breathed, back arching as I ran my fingers up and down her slit, feeling just how wet she had become.

  I grinned, brought my wet fingers to my mouth and sucked them cleaned. “Mmm, delicious.” A second later, I ripped off her panties with a flick of my wrist. Then, just as quickly, I dove between her legs, tasting her right from the source. I forced my tongue inside of her, twisting it this way and that. My taste buds were flooded by her sweet, sweet taste.

  My nails dug into her thighs as I lifted her hips off the couch, tongue fucking her harder and faster.

  “Cam!” She screamed. Soon the whole restaurant would be aware of what we were doing.

  So, what? I’m not stopping.

  She grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me away.

  I paused, thinking something was amiss.

  Instead, I was met with this devious look on her face. She grinned before getting on top of me and turning around.

  “69, huh?” I asked with a grin. “Well, I’m not going to complain.”

  I held her ass as I continued to eat her out, tongue flicking in and out of her, fast. I was forced to stop for a second when I felt her lips wrap around my shaft. Her tongue danced along the underside, finding my most sensitive area and teasing it beyond measure. If she kept this up, I would surely lose my mind.

  Val started bobbing her head up and down, her lips tight, creating a vacuum.

  Oh, fuck, it felt so good.

  She blew me harder, nearly taking every inch into her mouth. My tip was banging against the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. Even with her gagging, she continued.

  And then, she began playing with my balls, fondling them and squeezing them.

  Mmm.

  I could barely take it. I could feel my orgasm approaching but I had to make her cum first.

  So, I pushed my face into her pussy, tongue fucking her with everything I had. My tongue twisted, rubbing against her velvet folds, faster and faster.

  Come on, baby girl, cum for me, I thought.

  Almost on cue, her body began to shake. She gasped but somehow continued to suck me off.

  I tensed, toes curling.

  Ah!

  We both climaxed together, collapsing onto the couch, breathing hard.

  “Fuck…” I gasped, rolling over so I could breathe properly. “That was…”

  “…amazing?”

  “Damn right, it was.” I grinned, turning around so I could kiss her. “I always knew you’d taste sweet, but I didn’t know you’d end up being so addictive.” And, before she could react, I went down for seconds.

  Chapter 19

  Valerie

  Whoa. That was intense. Very intense.

  We’re in the back of the limo now but I could still feel the electricity coursing through my veins. My heart hadn’t stopped beating and I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off him. What he did to me… it was fucking amazing.

  “Take us home.” Cam leaned forward, speaking to the limo driver through the partition.

  The drover nodded and headed toward the bar.

  When Cam eased back into his seat, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled my head into his chest.

  I smiled, feeling safe and sound in his arms.

  He tightened his hold and I nuzzled into him, finding the perfect spot to listen to his heartbeat.

  Thump, thump, thump.

  It was working just as fast as mine was. For a second, I imagined that his heart was mine. That we were a legitimate couple and that meant something special to us.

  “Cam…” I started, tilting my head to look at him.

  “Yes?”

  Our eyes locked.

  My heart skipped a beat. I could see sincerity and truth in those eyes. This was real. All those things he had said at the bar, they were true. My heart thumped even louder when I realized we weren’t playing a game of pretend anymore.

  “Here, Sir.” The drover announced before getting out and opening the door for us.

  Camden got out first before offering me a hand.

  I took it and he effortlessly hoisted me onto my feet. He held me by the waist, our hips locked. I blushed, feeling the outline of his member against my thigh.

  �
��Hey, what do you say we have a nightcap together before you head home?”

  Home? I thought. I didn’t want to go home.

  “This is my home,” I whispered, laying a hand over his head. “Home is spending time with you, being with you, Cam.”

  His eyes widened but before things could get too emotional, I rose on my tippy toes and kissed him. It was a fiery sort of kiss, lined with passion and desire kept dormant for way too long. I didn’t want to wait any longer. Our act at the restaurant had been fun but it wasn’t enough to satisfy my thirst for this man. I needed him. All of him. Now.

  Without a word, I took his hand and guided him up the stairs to his apartment.

  He followed my lead with a dirty grin on his face. He knew exactly what I was up to.

  As he opened the door, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nibbled his earlobes, tugging on them slightly.

  “Mmm.” He moaned, letting the door swing open before he turned around and took me into his arms. Instantly, my legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking behind his back. Abruptly, he slammed me into the wall, kissing me hard. We hadn’t even walked into his apartment yet and already, my skin felt hot to the touch.

  Roughly, he fondled my breasts, ripping my dress right down the middle. I guess I wouldn’t need it anymore.

  He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking it back and forth.

  I threw my head back, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging on it. “Fuck…”

  “This is just the beginning, baby girl.” His grin deepened as he carried me inside, walking straight to the bedroom. Once there, he threw me down on the mattress before jumping on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head. “You’re mine.” Again, he kissed me. This time, it was the sort of kiss that made me melt. My body relaxed underneath his, our hearts slowing beating in sync with one another.

  Cam rubbed his crotch against mine, teasing me with his growing hard-on. I wanted nothing more than to rip off his pants and have my fun with him but with my wrists pinned above my head, I was helpless. Cam could do whatever he wanted with me.