Tingles ran up my leg as his fingers skimmed my thigh, inching slowly up my leg. Heat mixed with desire flooded my system and sent my brain into overload. I couldn’t think while he was touching me. I didn’t want to want him, but he was so hot, and his manly scent was intoxicating. I felt like I was drugged as I stared into his eyes and tried my best to gain control of my body. My breathing was out of control, and I knew he knew how he was affecting me. His eyes flicked down to the curve of my breasts as his fingers inched higher up my thigh, shifted the fabric higher until my panties were almost bared to him. I swallowed hard as he pressed against my inner thigh. Holy shit. I was going to pass out from desire.
“Only one gun strapped to your thigh?” he murmured. He shifted away from me quickly, leaving me feeling cold and shaky. “I thought you would have come better prepared. Don’t get me killed in there.”
He threw his door open and hopped out without looking back at me. I shook off the lust that was pouring off me in waves. He was a jackass. I jumped out of the truck and slammed my door. “Don’t worry. If anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me.”
“Aw,” he said, holding out his hand for me to take. “You have such sweet pillow talk.”
“Yeah? Tonight my pillow is going to be smothering your face,” I shot back, slipping my hand in his as we headed for the door. He squeezed my hand so tight that I cringed from the pain, but I wouldn’t let it show. He was waiting to find my weaknesses so he could use them against me. Too bad he didn’t realize that I had mastered not showing weakness a long time ago. He could throw whatever he wanted at me, but I wouldn’t give in.
“Is that an invitation?” he grinned.
“By all means, please come to my room tonight. I would love to fuck you and then throw you through another window.”
“You know, you have some serious anger management issues.”
“You have no idea,” I muttered as we walked through the doors of the facility.
There was absolutely no warmth in this building. It was very clinical, but I wouldn’t expect much else from a bioengineering company. However, I had thought that the reception area for incoming patients would have been more welcoming. We headed for the directory and I slipped my phone out, taking a picture of it as I pretended to be scrolling through it.
“Fourth floor,” Parker muttered beside me. “Are you ready to go for our fertility interview, Virginia?” he asked, emphasizing the Virgin part of the name.
“Of course, Dick. Let’s go find out why despite having a monster cock, you can’t impregnate your little wife.”
“Who said I was the issue?”
I cocked my head to the side and smiled. “As you’ve pointed out, I’m virginal. It has to be you.”
I walked past him, not bothering to wait for him to catch up. I tried to look sexy doing it, but I wasn’t used to the damn stiletto heels. My ankle rolled to the side and I slipped and fell to my hip, bruising it when I hit the ground.
“Shit, Virginia,” he said with fake concern. “Are you okay? I saw you going down, but darnit, I just couldn’t make it in time to catch you.”
I plastered on a smile to keep up appearances, but inside I was seething. “You let me fall on purpose,” I gritted out between my teeth.
“Now, darling, whatever would make you think I would do something like that?”
He gripped me by the elbow and pulled me to my feet, making sure to drag me up against his body on the way. I felt his bulge pressed against me and shuddered at the memory of him stretching me. If I lived through this job, I was going out and finding the biggest dildo I could and I was naming it Dick.
Parker’s hand skimmed my ass and I glared at him, letting him know that was not appropriate. “Get your hand off my ass.”
“But-”
“No. We may have to pretend to be married, but you do not get to touch me like that in public,” I ground out.
He released me, holding his hands up in surrender. “Alright, hands off. I gotcha.”
I turned and walked away, this time waiting for him to catch up. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I really needed his arm so I didn’t fall on my ass. We got in the elevator and stepped out on the fourth floor, for fertility testing. I stepped up to the window to speak, but before I could, Parker beat me to it.
“Mr. and Mrs. Gregson, here for fertility testing.”
The receptionist started typing and an evil plan formed in my mind. “Could you tell me, is it better to just go with IVF if your husband has problems getting it up in the bedroom?”
The woman slowly raised her head with a shocked face and turned bright red as she tried not to look at Parker. “Um…I’m not a doctor. You should really talk to her about that.”
“I know, but you work here. You see how many cases come through here. I just want someone to give it to me straight, since my husband can’t.”
I felt Parker pinch my ass, but I didn’t give in. He could be an ass all he wanted, but that didn’t mean I had to take it.
“Ma’am, I just answer the phones and make appointments.”
“Hmm,” I nodded. “I just hope she doesn’t suggest any more creative ways for us to have sex,” I said in a knowing way. “The last time I almost got my eye poked out.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at my ‘husband’. “Not a Casanova, if you know what I mean.”
“Just…take a seat please,” she said,
