Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

He looks at me but doesn’t move.

“Please, kiss me,” I beg, my voice heady and needy.

I grab his neck, not giving him a choice, but his lips were already halfway to crashing down on mine. He tastes fresh, minty, and hot. My tongue licks over his, pulling the kiss deeper. My lust demands that he doesn’t stop with just this kiss, tempting him until he can’t resist me.

The elevator creeps up. Please, get stuck. Please. I don’t need a bed. I’m just as happy getting fucked against the wall of this elevator.

But the doors do open on the top floor. Sebastian grabs both of my cheeks, pulling my face away to end the heated kiss. I breathe hard and fast, while he seems barely phased.

“Not fair,” I whisper.

He chuckles quietly. His eyes glance down between us, and I follow his gaze until I see his hardness straining against his zipper. “Oh, Mills, I’m definitely affected. But I still want to have dinner with you first.”

I shake my head. “You’re supposed to be an asshole. I might just want to keep you as my husband, otherwise.”

“Trust me, Mills. When I’m through with you, you won’t want to keep me. But you might want more than one night with me,” he breathes on my neck before taking my arm in his and leading me off the elevator like nothing just happened.

We walk side by side to the hostess stand.

“Mr. and Mrs. King,” the hostess says without asking for our names. “I have the private room all ready for you. If you will just follow me.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Private room?”

Sebastian kisses the back of my hand. “Only the best for my wife.”

We follow the hostess to an outdoor patio. Turns out the private room is an outdoor terrace with a small intimate table for two overlooking the ocean, romantic lights hanging overhead, and roses everywhere.

I blink back tears. “You did all of this for me?”

“I arranged it. I didn’t actually decorate the space myself. Don’t give me too much credit.”

Sebastian pulls out my chair for me and then sits across from me. I try to catch my breath. No man has ever done anything remotely this romantic for me.

“Stop,” Sebastian says with a grin. “This is all pretend, remember? Tonight we aren’t ourselves. We are pretending to be married, so go all in.”

“So you won’t be yourself later? You’ll be pretending to be good at sex, because if last time was any indication, it was very forgettable.”

He chuckles in his deep and sexy way. The way that makes my stomach do somersaults.

I look around but don’t find any menu. Our glasses are already filled with champagne.

“We’re breaking our healthy vacation rule?”

“We’re breaking all the rules tonight.”

I blush. “And what are we eating?”

“Does it matter?” His gaze is heated and electric.

Nope, it doesn’t matter at all.

My question is answered, though, as our waiter brings over some heavenly smelling bread. I don’t do carbs very often, but I’m eating everything in front of me tonight.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. King. Tonight, we are doing a tasting of the chef’s menu created especially for you. Do you have any allergies or preferences I should be aware of?”

I shake my head, as does Sebastian.

“Excellent. Enjoy the bread and champagne. I’ll have another course for you soon.”