Fake Marriage Box Set

“That’s cool, I guess, but please don’t ask me to go with you—ever. I can handle some yoga and maybe a few minutes on a treadmill, but I’m not the kind of girl you will ever see actually running,” she joked.

I pulled her into me. “Good to know and I’ll keep that in mind. You don’t need to run anyway; your body is absolutely perfect just the way it is.”

She reached up and kissed me. “Thank you.”

I sighed in contentment and leaned back on the couch, relishing the feel of her beside me. It felt right.

Chapter Thirty

Tessa

We spent the day lounging. It was deliciously sinful and lazy, and I loved every minute of it. The sex first thing this morning had started the day out right, but I wanted him again. I wanted him the minute I’d watched him cooking me breakfast in nothing but his jeans. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. The man was a very fine specimen, and I wanted to crawl on him and ride him—hard. He had put his shirt on after breakfast, which had bummed me out a bit. I loved looking at him.

I’d managed to control myself, but now, he was back in the kitchen, making me more food. I was going to gain twenty pounds if I kept hanging out with him. I watched as those magical fingers kneaded the pizza dough he had made from scratch.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I said, mesmerized by the way he pulled and stretched and patted out the dough.

He smiled. It was that smile that sent lightning racing over my body. “I hope you are prepared to eat the best pizza of your life.”

“I am. Definitely, ready,” I said, not entirely referring to the pizza.

“Go sit down. I can’t have you in here watching me. There are certain secrets about my pizza that I can reveal to no one,” he joked.

I pouted. “I can help.”

“Nope. Grab one of those beers out of the fridge and go have a seat. Keep Dexter entertained.”

I wrinkled up my nose. “If you hear screaming, you better come running.”

He shook his head. “Oh no way. You’re on your own. That cat would only kill us both. No need for both of us to go down.”

I glared at him before heading into the living room. Soon I got bored and went snooping. I vaguely remembered where his room was. I paused at the door of an empty room. When I rushed out last time, I had realized this was his daughter’s room. It was empty now. I stood, staring at the empty space.

“I’m going to make it into a home gym,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

“You’re serious about this working out business, aren’t you?”

He nuzzled my neck. “Yes, I am. I’ll feel better when I’m all hard and muscle-bound. I’ve seen my competition on campus.”

I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard. “You have no competition.”

He swatted my butt, grabbed my hand and led me back to the kitchen. “Pizza is done.”

It smelled delicious, and for once while I was with him, my mouth wasn’t watering because of him. It was the smell of fresh bread and an assortment of Italian spices that had me salivating.

“It smells incredible! I didn’t realize you were a cook as well as a teacher. What other talents are you hiding?” I asked.

The look he gave me nearly caused me to forget all about the pizza in favor of something else altogether.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Pizza first, mister. I’ll help you work it off later.” I winked.

He nodded. “Yes, you will.”

I grabbed the plates, officially knowing where they were now, and set the table. We dug in as if we hadn’t just eaten a few hours ago.

“This is amazing,” I mumbled. “Seriously, I need to learn how to cook like this.”

“I’ll teach you.”