Fake Marriage Box Set

I could hear the camera on my phone clicking several times.

“I said a picture. I’m not doing a photo shoot, here,” I grumbled.

I rolled over, and she was reviewing her work. “You take ten and pick the best. Sheesh, do you know nothing about selfies?”

“Apparently not.”

She turned the phone to show me the image she had chosen. “Send that one. He’s going to be hard for days.”

My eyes bugged out. “Maria!”

She shrugged. “You know it’s true. Don’t be such a prude. Do me. Jake loves my selfies.”

I laughed. “I don’t want any details.”

Maria posed in her tiny suit, reminding me to cut her head out of the picture. She stood, the ocean behind her, legs slightly spread and one hand pulling out the side of her bikini as if she were going to peel it off.

“Damn girl,” I told her. “You seem a little too practiced at this.”

She gave me a coy smile. “I know how to keep my man entertained and interested.”

I watched as she took the phone and tapped out a few words before sending the picture into cyberspace. Within seconds her phone beeped. “I won’t be home tonight,” she said with a sly smile.

I had to shake my head at her. I knew she was really into Jake. This was probably the longest relationship she’d been in since her terrible breakup two years ago. It made me happy to see her really enjoying herself.

“Send it. Don’t be a coward,” she said, not looking away from her phone.

I took a deep breath and sent Ian the picture of me stretched out on the blanket.

I would love to rub you down with oil, he replied.

Every inch, rubbed in slow and deep.

I needed to get back in the water. Those few words had me wet and needy. He didn’t even have to be in the same space as I was and he already had me so turned on it would only take a single touch to have me climaxing. I was in extremely dangerous territory.

My phone chirped again. I was almost afraid to look at it for fear it would send me up and over that little crest.

Go with me to the benefit art show? Strictly professional.

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread over my face. It would be like a date. Kind of. I couldn’t kiss him or hold his hand, but I did get to be with him and that was good enough for me.

Yes.

“We have to go,” I abruptly told Maria.

“Why? What happened?”

I filled her in on the non-date with my professor.

She clapped her hands. “Yeah! Let’s go find you something to wear. You have to look devastating, but not sexy. You are impressing him, but in a way, that won’t be obvious to the rest of the faculty.”

I laughed. Maria lived to dress me up. She was a bit of a fashionista and was always more than happy to give me fashion advice. I can admit I needed it most of the time.

I couldn’t deny the excitement thrumming through my body at the thought of spending time with him. I wanted to look my best.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ian