Page 34 of Yes, Love

Why? I didn’t know exactly. “Because I want to hold you.”

“But why do you want to hold me?”

I had my arms around her tiny waist, but she was reluctant to touch me back. “Don’t know. I just want to.”

“You don’t have to be nice to me when no one is watching, Dom.” Her sad whisper made my heart lurch.

I pressed my lips to hers and whispered back, “I like it best when no one is watching, Ava.” My heart thudded against my chest as our mouths moved together in the dark. Ava’s arms finally looped around my neck, and she threaded her fingers through my hair. I loved it when she did that.

“Dom,” she whispered. “All your friends hate me. I’m trying to be cute and charming, but I can see the way they look at me.”

I shook my head. “None of the guys have a problem with you, and the girls were Lucy’s friends— not mine. Why should we care what they think of you?”

Ava bit her lip, and I spotted that stunning vulnerability again. “I know I shouldn’t care. I’m trying not to.”

“Should we leave early? We’ve shown our faces enough. If the girls are being cold to you, then I don’t want to stay.”

Ava hesitated and then rested her head against my chest. “It’s okay. We have a deal with the hotel, and it’s only two more days. Besides,” she glanced back up at me with a shy look, “I like these moments with you.” She pressed a whisper-soft kiss to my lips.

Did she? I pulled her leg up to wrap it around my waist and deepened the kisses. I already knew exactly how she’d feel around my cock. Ava’s body was perfect, and not because she spent two hours a day working out. It was perfect because her sexy little fairy body fit mine at every point of contact, in every position, and it responded to my touch just the way it should. Every sigh, moan, and shudder was timed for my optimal pleasure.

Fucking hell. Did she somehow know? Did she do it on purpose?

I slid her thong to the side and entered her on a groan. I didn’t know what we were doing, but I knew I didn’t want to stop. Ava Mills, my fake girlfriend, was doing something very real to my head.

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As soon as Ava and I returned to Seattle, she threw her mask back on and froze me out. When I texted to chat, she didn’t respond. When I texted to flirt, she didn’t respond either. I tried to tell myself it didn’t bother me. I told myself that those moments we’d shared weren’t really all that anyway. I’d hyped them up in my mind because I felt for her after she told me about the bullying she’d endured. There was no deep and mind-blowing connection, was there?

Ava was still just my fake girlfriend.

And that was all either of us wanted.

That’s what I told myself all day, every day as I went about my business. I worked out, did my time on social media, helped Noah with a few of his videos, and did a bit of research to see what it would take to open my gym. I didn’t think about texting Ava every five minutes to see what she was doing or thinking or wearing…

We’d been home from Miami for nearly a week when she finally texted me. Dom. My ex-boyfriend knocked up my best friend. And now they want to do dinner. I fucking feel weird about it! Please say you’ll come with me.

I grinned like a fool and collapsed on my bed. She was inviting me on a non-PR-related date. That sounds awkward. Will there be alcohol?

You bet, lover boy. I mean, they own a bar…

I’m in. What time shall I pick you up?

6:30. If you come a little earlier, we can pregame it. ;)

I laughed and typed out my reply, thinking only with my cock. I didn’t stop to think with my brain until I’d already pressed send. Can that pregame include a bit of sex?

When Ava didn’t immediately respond, I groaned out loud. What was the matter with me? Stuck my cock in her a few times and suddenly, I couldn’t go more than a week without it?

“Something wrong in there, Dom?” Noah called out from the kitchen. I glanced at my phone one more time before making my way out of my bedroom. Noah sat at the table with his laptop out, editing a new video for his channel.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I sank into the chair across from him. “I’m only stupid horny right about now.”

Noah snorted and kept his eyes on his laptop. “Every morning in the shower’s not cuttin’ it, eh? Which pussy are you pining for? Lucy’s or Ava’s?”

Ava’s. I’d hardly thought about Lucy in weeks. “Shut it. It’s not helping to have to listen to you and Elise every other night. Can you tell your bird to scream a bit quieter?”

Noah threw his head back and laughed. “Come on. She can’t help it. I’m just a brilliant lover.”

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