My underwear is already wet thinking about our hook up in his office this afternoon. I still can’t believe I burst into his office in the middle of the day and demanded to suck his dick. Who does that? Fake girlfriends who are dying to suck their fake boyfriend’s dick, I guess.
And then he wouldn’t let me leave without feeling me come on his fingers first. My clit throbs recalling his demanding words. While I’m not usually a fan of him telling me what to do, bossy bedroom Barrett is my favorite.
Oh God, now I’m thinking about his hard length pressed between us. Wondering what it would feel like if he pressed his thick crown against me. If I slid down onto his length.
“I’m dying to know more details about that look on your face,” Emma smiles mischievously, then scrunches her nose, “but also not because Barrett’s like my brother.” She looks around. “Is it too late for you to date someone else? Someone we can gossip about without me feeling weird? I can introduce you to other successful, workaholic businessmen if that’s what you’re into.”
I laugh quietly, making sure I’m not disrupting Barrett’s reading.
“It might be too late,” I say. It’s definitely too late for me to reconsider having sex with Barrett. While not executed yet, that decision has been made. It’s happening.
I quickly tamp down my lustful thoughts when JoAnna walks over.
“Everything turned out wonderful, Chloe,” she says, giving me an air kiss on both cheeks. “I really appreciate all you’ve done with the Books 4 Kids launch. I know it wasn’t easy with you also taking on Lacey’s workload.”
I smile, but it wasn’t easy. This week was overwhelming, but helping me through it was Barrett. The orgasms were amazing, but also how attentive and sweet he was. Helping me with the Books 4 Kids bags and taking Baxter for walks when I was working late. It made me wonder if that’s how he would be as a partner, if we were really together.
The three of us watch Barrett continue to read the book.
JoAnna leans in and whispers to me, “I’d ask how you got him to do this, but I already know.”
“You do?” I ask, wondering exactly what it is that she knows.
“It’s obvious.” She smiles at me, then turns to watch Barrett. “The only reason a man does something for a woman that he wouldn’t normally do is because he’s in love.”
My heart skips a beat at JoAnna’s statement. And I have to restrain the nervous laughter that wants to bubble out of my throat. Barrett in love? With me?
For a moment, I let JoAnna’s wild assertion fester in my brain. What would it be like to be Barrett’s, for real? To be by his side because he wants me there, not because he needs a fake girlfriend for a business deal. Weeks ago, I would have laughed at the thought. Now, it doesn’t seem as absurd.
I can see it clearly. Time together spent cuddling on the couch, weekends strolling the city with Baxter and of course, lots of hot, passionate sex.
Sex with Barrett. That’s a fantasy I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the past few days. I’d like to make that fantasy a reality as soon as possible.
But, as much as I’ve gotten to know Barrett, I still have to wonder what is real and what is part of our arrangement. He’s still focused on his deal with Fred and our relationship is a part of that. We’re not a real couple. Yes, we’re hooking up now, but orgasms don’t equal love.
While JoAnna’s words are tempting to consider, I remember the real reason Barrett is here. I put it on my list. JoAnna thinks it’s because we’re together and all I had to do was ask. That’s the furthest from the truth. Maybe his reluctance to make this appearance has eased since we’ve been hooking up, but I doubt he would be here if I didn’t make it one of my conditions to continuing this fake relationship with him.
He's given me no indication that this is anything more than a business arrangement with benefits.
Now that my nails have returned to their normal length, I have to consider that everything might go back to the way it was before Frankie’s Faux Nails wreaked havoc on my life. There have been no conversations about what would happen when the nails came off. My obnoxious manicure had been the entire reason we started playing WordIt and Barrett was able to prove how skilled his tongue and fingers really are.
Now I’m wondering if I should have put sex on my list. Crap.
I watch as Barrett closes the book and like the other readers before him, he gives a final remark directing viewers to the Books 4 Kids website. When he’s done, the little redheaded girl jumps up and gives him a hug.