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puddle of lust at his feet.
She buzzed with the need to get naked, such a foreign feeling she almost stopped. But with her body plastered against Cash’s and the insistent throb pounding through her, she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to.
Lucy had no idea when one song ended and the next began, because she’d never been so attuned to another human being before.
All she knew was this man, this moment.
It didn’t surprise her when he nuzzled her neck, his lips grazing the tender skin beneath her ear, moving excruciatingly slowly towards her mouth.
Her head fell back and he claimed her lips in a sizzling kiss that sent her head spinning.
Her mouth opened as Cash applied the slightest pressure, and he didn’t need a second invitation.
They exchanged hot, open-mouthed kisses for an eternity. Savage. Desperate. Unrestrained.
Lucy lost sense of time and place. All she knew was the incredible burning from the inside out, as if the whole dance floor were on fire.
The sound of raucous applause eventually filtered through her befuddled head as she realised the MC for the night had taken to the microphone and they hadn’t noticed.
Cash wrenched his mouth from hers as they stared at each other in stunned silence, their chests heaving, breathing ragged.
The crowd eventually went back to looking at the stage and paying attention to the MC, but Lucy couldn’t tear her gaze away from Cash’s.
He didn’t look like a guy who was acting.
He looked as smitten as she was.
Crap.
‘You’d do anything for the cameras,’ she said, eager to break the unbearable tension between them.
He ducked his head to whisper in her ear, ‘If that was you play-acting, sweetheart, I’ll double your landscaping fee.’
Her heart flipped at his call out. ‘Then you owe me a hundred grand.’
He chuckled. ‘Liar.’
She tossed her head, the scarf she’d tied under her hair flicking her cheek. ‘Okay. So we kissed. Big deal. Bound to happen considering the music and the darkness and—’
‘We’re attracted to each other.’ He ran a fingertip down her cheek. ‘It’s not a crime to admit it.’
Lucy gritted her teeth. No way could she admit to wanting Cash because that would be a giant complication waiting to happen.
She needed that fifty grand for Gram, not to get involved in some weird half-assed relationship that started out fake, yet involved very real sex.
Sex? Yikes. Was that where this was heading? She really was in trouble.
‘Let’s just keep our minds on the end goal, okay?’
‘And what may that be?’ His hand rested on her hip, an intimate gesture that tempted her to resume where they’d left off: but away from here with fewer clothes on. ‘Seeing how far we can take this attraction?’
She sighed. ‘Positive PR for you. Fifty thousand big ones for me.’
A shadow darkened his eyes and he removed his hand. ‘So that’s all this is to you? Easy money?’
‘There’s nothing easy about posing as your girlfriend for a week, big guy,’ she said, aiming for levity.
She didn’t understand his frown or thinly compressed lips. ‘Fine. Let’s get this evening over and done with.’
‘Sounds good to me,’ she said, half wishing they’d revert to sparring.
She liked light-hearted Cash. Grumpy Cash, not so much, especially when she had a feeling she’d been the cause of his sudden mood.
Thirty minutes later, after dancing to another ten power ballads amid couples jostling for prime dance-floor space, Lucy yearned for a hot chocolate and a warm bed. A bed without Cash in it, despite her treacherous memory replaying that scorching dance-floor kiss at will.
Thankfully, he hadn’t tried a repeat despite the cameras filtering through the couples and shooting random snippets.
Didn’t matter, because every time his hand grazed her hip or touched her waist she remembered. The heat. The skill. The all-consuming desire of being kissed by him; and left wanting more.
‘You okay?’ He tipped her
She buzzed with the need to get naked, such a foreign feeling she almost stopped. But with her body plastered against Cash’s and the insistent throb pounding through her, she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to.
Lucy had no idea when one song ended and the next began, because she’d never been so attuned to another human being before.
All she knew was this man, this moment.
It didn’t surprise her when he nuzzled her neck, his lips grazing the tender skin beneath her ear, moving excruciatingly slowly towards her mouth.
Her head fell back and he claimed her lips in a sizzling kiss that sent her head spinning.
Her mouth opened as Cash applied the slightest pressure, and he didn’t need a second invitation.
They exchanged hot, open-mouthed kisses for an eternity. Savage. Desperate. Unrestrained.
Lucy lost sense of time and place. All she knew was the incredible burning from the inside out, as if the whole dance floor were on fire.
The sound of raucous applause eventually filtered through her befuddled head as she realised the MC for the night had taken to the microphone and they hadn’t noticed.
Cash wrenched his mouth from hers as they stared at each other in stunned silence, their chests heaving, breathing ragged.
The crowd eventually went back to looking at the stage and paying attention to the MC, but Lucy couldn’t tear her gaze away from Cash’s.
He didn’t look like a guy who was acting.
He looked as smitten as she was.
Crap.
‘You’d do anything for the cameras,’ she said, eager to break the unbearable tension between them.
He ducked his head to whisper in her ear, ‘If that was you play-acting, sweetheart, I’ll double your landscaping fee.’
Her heart flipped at his call out. ‘Then you owe me a hundred grand.’
He chuckled. ‘Liar.’
She tossed her head, the scarf she’d tied under her hair flicking her cheek. ‘Okay. So we kissed. Big deal. Bound to happen considering the music and the darkness and—’
‘We’re attracted to each other.’ He ran a fingertip down her cheek. ‘It’s not a crime to admit it.’
Lucy gritted her teeth. No way could she admit to wanting Cash because that would be a giant complication waiting to happen.
She needed that fifty grand for Gram, not to get involved in some weird half-assed relationship that started out fake, yet involved very real sex.
Sex? Yikes. Was that where this was heading? She really was in trouble.
‘Let’s just keep our minds on the end goal, okay?’
‘And what may that be?’ His hand rested on her hip, an intimate gesture that tempted her to resume where they’d left off: but away from here with fewer clothes on. ‘Seeing how far we can take this attraction?’
She sighed. ‘Positive PR for you. Fifty thousand big ones for me.’
A shadow darkened his eyes and he removed his hand. ‘So that’s all this is to you? Easy money?’
‘There’s nothing easy about posing as your girlfriend for a week, big guy,’ she said, aiming for levity.
She didn’t understand his frown or thinly compressed lips. ‘Fine. Let’s get this evening over and done with.’
‘Sounds good to me,’ she said, half wishing they’d revert to sparring.
She liked light-hearted Cash. Grumpy Cash, not so much, especially when she had a feeling she’d been the cause of his sudden mood.
Thirty minutes later, after dancing to another ten power ballads amid couples jostling for prime dance-floor space, Lucy yearned for a hot chocolate and a warm bed. A bed without Cash in it, despite her treacherous memory replaying that scorching dance-floor kiss at will.
Thankfully, he hadn’t tried a repeat despite the cameras filtering through the couples and shooting random snippets.
Didn’t matter, because every time his hand grazed her hip or touched her waist she remembered. The heat. The skill. The all-consuming desire of being kissed by him; and left wanting more.
‘You okay?’ He tipped her
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