My Big Fat Fake Honeymoon - Lauren Landish Page 0,35

it makes it seem juvenile.

Emily clears her throat, shooting daggers at me. “Lovely dress,” I tell her as she expects. But I can’t make the smile reach my eyes because I don’t mean it in the slightest. Emily’s dress is poured on, so tight I’m questioning how the Lycra even stretched that much without ripping. I’m honestly concerned for her because if it gives way when she sits or eats or moves, we’re going to get a full Monty because it’s readily apparent that Emily is wearing the dress and nothing else, the outline of her nips clear and the shadow of the crease between her legs visible.

Maybe Honeymoon Emily is a little freakier than High School Emily?

Whatever. After what just happened in my suite, maybe I’m a little freakier too because I’m still walking on shaky legs like a newborn baby giraffe. The way Lorenzo pulled me to him, not quite slamming me against the door but definitely holding me there as he took control . . . and the way he felt, his hard body pressed against me, his muscles taut and rock hard . . . the thick, pulsing ridge of his cock through his pants rubbing against my pussy and clit. And the whole time? I wanted it. Wanted it to be real. And some of it was . . . like my orgasm.

“Mia rosa?” Lorenzo asks, and I blink, giving him a little smile as I snuggle in tighter next to him in the booth. The table’s big enough for us to spread out, but the fact is I’m on an actual date, with Lorenzo, who’s pretty much the sexiest man I’ve ever met, in one of the most romantic, seductive settings I could think of. He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear with a smirk, and I can tell he’s thinking that he’s the one who messed up my hair.

Sexy. So sexy.

About the only negative about this is that it’s fake.

“You know, Abi, I was surprised when I came by your room,” Emily says quietly, as though we’re girlfriends whispering silly secrets. “I didn’t think you were so . . . loud. I always thought you were the Goody Two-Shoes sort. Like a good little schoolgirl?”

The insult is supposed to be sharp, but the truth is, I wasn’t all that good in school. Oh, my grades were excellent, but Vi and I got up to some shit. We were just quiet about it. No need for people who shouldn’t know what we were doing to know, you know?

“Ooh, now there’s a fun idea,” Lorenzo says, taking charge and looking me over. “You know, mia rosa, I went to Catholic school. A girl’s uniform with knee socks and ponytails . . . sounds fun.”

The way he describes the fantasy role-playing sends a little thrill down my spine, and I can’t help but blush a little when he pulls a handful of my hair into a makeshift pigtail on one side. “Honey, you and those powerful appetites of yours. You’re insatiable.”

Lorenzo gives me a smoldering look, again blurring the lines between reality and fantasy, it seems. “When it comes to you, mia rosa, too much is never enough.”

The air burns between us, and my throat goes dry as Lorenzo puts a hand on my knee. Electricity runs up my thigh from where he touches, and my core starts purring again.

“Damn, Doug, why don’t you . . .” Emily starts before catching herself. She snuggles in to Doug, moaning as though she’s the good kind of sore. “Give me a few minutes’ warning before you come after me that hard again, okay? You know, so I can hydrate and stretch out before you bend me up like a pretzel.”

Doug’s confused look tells me all I need to know about that part of their relationship, but Emily is saved from trying to cover for their obvious correction by the waitress coming over.

“If I may order a bottle for the table?” Lorenzo asks politely.

Doug holds out his hands wide and jokes, “As long as you’re paying for it.”

Emily grits her teeth.

Lorenzo has a quick conversation with the waitress and then turns back to me. “I selected a rose champagne, something light and bubbly to celebrate our recent vows, mia rosa.”

“Perfect,” I agree.

Doug interjects, “So, Lorenzo, why do you call Abi mia rosa? I mean, she’s the one into flowers, right?”

“Rosa also means pink. And Abi’s skin is the most beautiful, delicious shade of pink.” Lorenzo looks deep