Chapter 13

Elsa

“Fuck!” I yell and push against Tanner’s hard chest, slamming him up against my office door.

There’s a loud thud that rattles the furniture in the room.

Fake sex has never sounded so good.

He looks up at me with a mischievous grin and puts his hands up in surrender.

“Now, angel, I didn’t know you wanted me this bad.”

I pound my fists against the door behind him and accidentally slip and hit him in the chest.

Oops.

“Oh, yeah baby. So bad,” I say dryly as he grunts from the blow.

“You like being my bitch, don’t you?” he growls.

I hit the door harder, and I scream out in pleasure—utilizing some of the acting skills I picked up in my modeling days. My goal is to make my screams and moans loud enough, so our audience on the other side of the door can hear it; but most importantly, I need to make it believable.

Unfortunately, I’ve had to fake an orgasm once or twice before. But with Tanner, this is definitely a first. Though, if this is what that damn circus outside wants and is waiting for—hell, I’ll give them that.

Or at least make them think that’s what they’re getting. It’s always fun to play with the press anyhow.

“Try not to come so early this time,” I yell. “I’m so into you, baby! I wanna get off this time too!”

A confused expression washes over his face, and then a sudden spark of excitement glimmers in his eyes. It’s like a light bulb went off in his head.

I laugh at him, seeing as it took him long enough to catch on—so much for that Harvard degree.

Abruptly, he grabs my shoulders, turns me around, and pins me up against the door.

My body shakes the metal behind me, and I exaggerate the sound by hitting my elbows against it. Shit, I didn’t see that coming. I liked being in the dominant position.

I fight against his hold, and his grip tightens.

“I know you like it when I cum all over your face,” he says. “Is that where you want it, you little slut?”

Oh, that little shit. I told him never to tell anyone that! I gasp and cover my mouth, not wanting them to hear me.

“You love the feeling of my cum lubricating your skin, falling into your mouth and eyes, blurring your vision,” he continues.

I grimace at his description, covering my verbal disgust from the other side.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Give it to me! But—wait! Did you take your Viagra today?” I smile, smugly.

He shakes his head, and a touch of humor and annoyance mingles in his eyes.

“Oh, two can play at this game, angel,” he whispers into the crux of my neck.

I grin wickedly as I draft up a better plan. I grab one of his nipples through his shirt and pinch it. He yelps in surprise—a very un-Tanner sound.

“Mmm, yeah Tanner! I love when you scream like a little girl mid-coitus!”

His face falls into a serious expression, and he immediately reacts by pinning his groin against me and holding my hands to my side.

I moan, surprising myself.

That one was real.

He chuckles deviously and an assured expression and cocky stare meets my gaze. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I have feeling it might not be as fake as I’d intended.

Forcing him back into our game, I push my whole body against him, and he stumbles back, knocking over my crystal lamp and a few picture frames on the table behind us. They fall to the ground with an intense crash.

“Oh, Tanner! What’s this? I never knew you liked wearing your own lingerie.” I smile, proud. “A red corset suits you.”

He rolls his eyes and steadies himself on the arm of a lounge chair.

“So, the dirty little angel likes it rough, does she? Twelve-inch dildo it is then!” he yells back. “Bend over. I’ll make that ass pucker for the dildo, and I’ll stuff your soaking wet panties in that snarky mouth of yours, exactly how you like it.”

…Well, fuck.

Half of the shit Tanner has on me is turning out to be true.

Instead of falling against him, I reach for his belt, ripping it off him and snapping it in the air. His eyes heat up as he watches me.

I slap him across the face, and a deep groan spills out his mouth.

“I’ll have to spank you first, you naughty boy. Don’t want to forget your favorite part.”

Tanner narrows his eyes at me.

As much of this as Tanner’s pulling from his recollections of what I actually enjoy…

I’m delighting in making 100% of it up.

Before I can react, he lifts me up and takes me to my desk. He pushes everything that’s laying on top of it to the floor, and lays me on it.

He slams his hands down on the desk, on either side of me, and stares intently, sending a heated sensation though me, igniting my nerves and my desire for him.

Fuck. Remember, it’s just pretend.

“Seems we’re misremembering, little minx. I recollect you being the one who likes spanked like a naughty schoolgirl.”

I side-eye him, not liking his direction. He seems too serious. Plus, having his body on top of me is fucking with my head and my performance.

I kick him in the balls gently, and he grunts almost too loudly, hurling himself forward. He is clearly exaggerating his pain because I barely touched him. He falls on the ground, but not before tackling me.

I scream, genuinely loud this time, not expecting to fall against the floor.

“God, you’re such a baby,” I yell at him. “Take it like a man!”

He punches the ground a few times, and then covers my mouth with his hand.

“I’m going to cum. And I promise, I won’t miss one spot on that beautiful face of yours.” He winces from some lingering pain and continues to taunt me, “I know how my angel likes her facials.”

I try to wiggle myself free, but his strength finally overpowers me.

But now that he’s holding me down like this with his heated skin on mine, it’s intensifying my ache. My nipples begin to harden as his arms graze them ever-so-lightly.

He has a leg between mine to keep my legs and hips from moving, but all it does is add to the pressure on my already sensitive clit.

I refrain from moving my hips against it for a release, ignoring my overwhelming need.

I bite his hand, and he releases his hold.

“Ah, fuck!” he shouts. “What the hell, Elsa?”

“Looks like Viagra didn’t work after all.” I smile and wink at him, feeling some vindication.

“Or maybe your wicked mouth lost its charm,” he whips back.

I glare at him, and he sneers at me, knowing that his last insult didn’t sound like a line in our game.

“Oh, my mouth is the best damn thing you’ve ever had the chance to meet.”

I move away from him, but he quickly grabs my waist, pulling me under him again. I squirm, not wanting to feel him so close.

“It’s too bad it’s become so damn shy around me, then. I’d love to get reacquainted.” He stares down at my lips, his eyes hooded with desire.

I swallow, unsure how our game has become so real so fast.

“Well, like the body it’s attached to,” I look down at my breast and wiggle my ass, “it only likes men who are worthy of its time.”

“Well, that can be easily arranged.”

“Oh, dear boy, I don’t think you have that ability.” I pat him on his cheek, condescending.

“Last I heard—I believe it was at Central Park—I’ve shown just how precious your time is to me. And you and that damn mouth of yours should always know that I never waste my time because I finish what I start.”

He traces a path up my arm with his fingers to my collarbone, then up my neck to my jaw and lips. I shiver at every lingering moment.

Thumbing my bottom lip, he pulls it down and inserts the tip of his thumb in my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue teases it, licking it delicately. I melt underneath his touch, and I begin to move against him.

But suddenly, both of us spring up, distracted from a loud crash on the other side of the room.

We look to see what it is, and to our annoyance, it’s looks like a fallen picture frame, another victim to the aftershocks of our disastrous play.

I survey the room and take in the devastation and laugh at the sight.

“Shit, we really did a number here.”

He looks around and smooths his hair in place. Smiling at me, he stands up and reaches his hand down to help me up. I take it and use it to find balance on my shaky legs.

“We did good,” he says, laughing and winking at me. “So, should we take our curtain call?”

I appreciate his ability to turn our performance off and on so easily, as I was aiming to do, but I also find it slightly disconcerting how well and quick he can do it.

Suppressing my thoughts, we move to the door, and I slowly open it. We both peek out to face our audience.

But to our surprise, there’s no one there. Not a soul is standing on the other side of the door, and it’s dead silent. It’s the opposite of what we expected.

We hear a random gurgle coming from the water cooler, and we see a frightened, red-faced intern, all young and naive, hiding behind it.

He looks at us, and then immediately looks away, and scurries off into a nearby office—one that I’m sure is not his.

I notice as he tried to escape that he was hiding one of the largest tents in his pants I’ve seen. I swear, a whole squadron of boy scouts could fit under there.

I close the door, and Tanner and I burst out laughing.

“We almost made an intern come in his pants,” Tanner says, trying to catch his breath.

“That’s damn impressive,” I add.

We look at each other and nod, feeling a sense of pride in what we just did. Once again, the Lingerie Lovers have a satisfied customer.

Tanner looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’m fucking starving. Care to join me for lunch?”

Not what I was expecting him to ask, but what the hell, I am hungry. And if I can pretend to fuck him and be fake-engaged to him, what’s one lunch going to do?

“Yeah, sure,” I say, and I head over to the mess under my desk to find my purse.

We make our way to the lobby, and we see only a few other employees. Weird. I wonder where they all went.

“Oh, Monique!” I call for her as we pass through the hallway where the elevators are.

She’s engrossed in a conversation with another woman. I think it’s Kate from the marketing department. She stops talking and turns towards me, her cheeks turning pink.

“Hold my calls, will you? I’m going to lunch.”

“Will do, Elsa.” She nods and turns back to Kate, trying her best to avoid any eye contact.

While we wait for the elevator, I hear them whispering about who knows what.

But my ears perk up when I hear Tanner’s name.

“Kate, they’re into some freaky weird shit. I heard Elsa saying Tanner wears his own lingerie!”

They both gasp and giggle in shock.

The elevators doors close, and I smile. Mission accomplished.