Lights, Camera, Lies

Reaching up to tease my fingers in the back of his short hair, I pulled his lips to mine for a soft kiss. “We should probably get downstairs and put in an offer on this house, husband,” I said, smiling up at him.

Taylor’s left eye twitched as he stared down at me. For a split second, he looked intense. Was it anger? Had I said something that had struck him? Then his gaze softened as he held me.

Rubbing my nose against his, I purred, “Do you like it when I call you husband?”

His fingers dug into my hips as he yanked me against him, spreading my thighs wider as my skirt hitched up. “Yes,” he said thickly. “I had no idea how much until just now.”

Clutching his hips with my knees, he pressed against me, making me moan too loudly. He was deliciously hard, moving it gently against my panties until I began to shake with need. I’d never been so aroused in my life. His searing, deep kiss lasted only a few seconds, but told me more than words how absolutely hot I’d just made him.

Taylor helped me back down from the counter, then held my hand as we walked back into one of the children’s rooms. Placing his hand on my stomach, my knees weakened when he growled low in my ear. “You have no idea how much I want to get you pregnant, so that we could raise a baby or two together.”

My eyes fluttered closed for a second while I tried to catch my breath. Obviously he would say something like that for the hidden cameras. But it didn’t feel like acting.

Turning up to him, I smiled. “Not until we’ve been in the house for at least a year or two by ourselves,” I said briskly. “Stick to the plan, husband.”

The blaze of pure fire in his eyes was indescribable.

We went back downstairs, and let Karen lead us through the large backyard, with promises of flower gardens and a children’s play area.

By the time we were safely back in Taylor’s car, my thighs were rubbing together, as my nipples pointed straight through my blouse.

He reached over to take off my pin, placing it with his own in a small metal box. Instantly, his phone rang.

“Hey, Gary,” Taylor answered. “The feed didn’t cut out. I put the pins away because I’m about to drive Alice home and she doesn’t need to broadcast her home address on the air.”

He paused, then turned to roll his eyes at me. “Yes, I understand. I’ll tell her.” He hung up, then started driving. “Our last challenge is to go to a couples counselor tomorrow afternoon and talk about our problems,” he said.

“Okay. So shall we get together tomorrow morning and make up an easy problem?”

“Yes,” he said, giving me a sideways glance as he turned a corner. “Do you have any other plans this evening, or can we start early?”

“I’m all yours,” I said, realizing too late what that might sound like.

“I like that,” he smirked. “Where do you live? I’ll drive you right home.”

“No, that’s okay,” I said automatically. “You could just take me to the coffee shop again.”

Taylor pulled into a gas station and cut the engine. Taking my hands in his, I was shocked by the intensity of his concern. “Alice, whatever it is, I want you to tell me right away. If you’re doing this behind your boyfriend’s back or something, I won’t freak out. I just need to know.”

My loud outburst of laughter made him smile. “Thank Christ that’s not it,” he muttered. “Now, out with it.” He gave my hands a tiny shake. “Why don’t you want me to see where you live?”

My eyes automatically snapped shut. I realized he was pushy enough that he was going to find out sooner or later. Still, I paused before I answered.

“Honestly? Because I’m embarrassed. I live in a really lousy two bedroom apartment with three roommates,” I explained. “My room is the walk-in closet, and barely big enough for a child’s bed. The guys are all…well, they’re basically jerks, and not the classiest people. I keep trying to clean the place, but it’s always filthy, because they sit around drinking and playing video games all day and night.”

I opened my eyes as his hand stroked the back of my hair.

“I’m taking you to your place, so that you can pack a bag,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes. “I can either pay for a hotel for the weekend for you, or you can come stay in my guest room. Your choice.”

I knew that he was being a gentleman, and that with the prickling heat dancing between the two of us every time we touched, I knew there was no way I would be sleeping alone. For the first time in my life, I genuinely felt ready for that sort of connection, if it was with Taylor.

“Thank you,” I said. “Your place.”

I gave him my address, and he drove quickly through my terrible neighborhood. He refused to let me go in alone, but at least waited in the hallway while I dashed past my roommates.

Quickly jamming some toiletries, pajamas, and a few outfits into my backpack, I was in and out in less than two minutes. I honestly wasn’t even sure if the guys saw me.

As we drove to Taylor’s, I couldn’t believe the neighborhood we went through: giant houses with sweeping landscaped gardens, and far too many expensive cars out front.