Five First Dates (Sassy in the City 2)

“I can’t get enough of this cock.”

“Take as much as you want.”

We were playing a dangerous game and I think we both knew it. We were having sex every day. Every single day. At some point we needed to talk about what the hell we were actually doing, but for friends with benefits, we’d been benefiting without interruption.

But right then, I didn’t care. All I cared about was watching her sweet ass rise and fall onto me, her hand lifting to toss her hair back.

When she came, I was right there with her.

It was amazing.

It was also a problem.

Because I was right there with her.

Savannah fell onto my chest with a soft laugh. “That wasn’t fake.”

I lightly smacked her ass. “Nope. And for the record, I’m not faking a damn thing.”

There was so much truth to that, and part of me hoped she heard it.

Just drop by the tattoo shop. Maddox said that was all I needed to do. Just walk in, say hi to everyone, walk back out.

Oh, and pretend to be his girlfriend.

I should have hated the idea, but the truth was, I was kind of gleeful at the idea. It was a way to take the closenes

s he and I shared in my apartment and show it in public. Which made it really stupid. Like playing house. Which we were already doing. What was yet another layer to add to our complicated relationship?

“This might be a bad idea,” Felicia said to me as she got comfortable on my apartment floor, rolling a ball to Sully.

She had agreed to watch him for an hour, but she obviously thought this was all bonkers. “Why? He’s coming to the engagement party with me as my date.”

“Which is also a bad idea. You’re blurring lines. You’re spending an extraordinary amount of time together as it is. Now you’re lying to his co-workers while filming it for television? That seems like an utter disaster.”

“I’m in total control of it,” I lied. “I’m just saving Maddox from getting fired. This is a huge deal to him. He needs the money to open his own shop. How could I say no to him? He’s helped me so much.”

My vagina. He’d really helped my vagina.

“I’m not going to criticize you or tell you I think you’re insane like Isla would but I’m just saying I’m concerned about you getting hurt at the end of all of this.”

“And I appreciate that.” I did a mirror check by the door. I was wearing a hat and a green sweater with a rust-colored jacket. Black skinny jeans, boots that should make me look taller. I wanted Maddox’s friends to think I was put together. I refused to wear yoga pants to a tattoo shop run entirely by a staff minutes out of their teen years. “I know you’re worried about me. But…” I turned and looked at her. “I can’t stop myself, Felicia. I really can’t.”

It was painful to admit that. But it was true.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?”

“Sort of. Maybe. I don’t know.” Which was the truth. “All I know is right now I’m enjoying being with him and if I can help him, I could never tell him no.”

“All right, then. Just be careful. I still can’t believe you rejected Michael. He seemed so brilliant when I was chatting with him.”

“He was very nice. That wasn’t the issue. Maybe a different time or a different place, it would have been different.” I eyed her. “I think you have a crush on him and I think you should go on that app as yourself, not me, and message him.”

That effectively turned the subject from me and Maddox. She instantly started shaking her head. “I can’t. No. Absolutely not. That’s not me. You know I can dole out advice for days when it comes to everyone else, but I am an utter failure at dating.”

“You seemed to do just fine talking to Michael as me.”

“That was on my phone, messaging. Totally different.”