Page 61 of Strictly Pretend

My dick immediately springs to life.

Her eyes catch mine and I know she can feel my reaction to her. A breath stutters out of her parted lips. Before I can think through my next move, which should be about a hundred feet away from her, she’s wrapping her legs around my hips to steady herself.

I slide my hands down to her behind and she rocks herself against me.

“Stop,” I mutter.

“But you’re my boyfriend,” she says, a smile playing at her lips. “Sorry, myfiancé. I’m allowed to hug you, aren’t I?”

She’s playing a game with me. I’m pretty sure it’s not one I can win. But being the youngest of six has ramped up my competitive gene to the max.

Plus, she’s not looking anxious anymore. And I like that too much.

“Sure you are,” I say. “But you have to be ready to deal with the consequences.”

She blinks, looking intrigued. Then her lips feather against my cheek. “What consequences would those be?” she murmurs and the warmth of her breath sends a shiver down my spine.

“Ones you don’t want to pay.”

“Are you into BDSM?” she asks.

I roll my eyes at her. “No. But you know what they say about playing with fire…”

“Youareinto BDSM.” She rocks her hips against me again, and it’s such sweet torture that I let out a groan. After earlier – when she so nearly wrapped her lips around me – I’m a breath away from taking her back to our yurt and showing her exactly what the consequences are.

“You know something else?” she whispers. Christ, she has an attractive voice. All sultry and low.

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“I’m half naked. You’re half naked. We’re covered in water up to our waists…” she trails off, a smirk pulling at her lips.

I swallow hard, all rational thought zeroed between my thighs.

“Which means,” she says, kissing my jaw softly, “there’s no damn way anybody is listening to us right now.”

Christ. She’s right. Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“So what is this?” I ask, trying to work out why she’s clinging to me when we’re not being listened to.

“They’re still watching us,” she points out. “Or at least some of them are.”

I turn and follow her gaze. Sure enough, there are a group of our friends sitting on the sandy beach next to the jetty. One of them is her ex.

I want to punch his face out.

“We can talk all we want,” she says. “We just need to make it look romantic.” She moves her hands up to cup my jaw.

“Then tell me,” I say, my voice thick. “What did Will say to you?” I’m still kicking myself for not being with her.

“Kiss me,” she says.

I frown. “He wanted you to kiss him?” Okay, I really am going to knock that motherfucker down. First of all, because he shouldapologize to her, not be demanding her mouth. And second, because that mouth is mine. Okay, it’s hers, but in a pretend world it’s mine. And he doesn’t know it isn’t.

“No, kiss me when you’re talking to me. Right now it’s looking like I’m all over you and you’re standing here like a lemon. Can you at least look attracted to me?”

She doesn’t think I’m attracted to her? Can’t she feel how damn hard I am right now?

As if she can read my mind she lifts a brow. “They can’t see that part of you,” she says. “Come on, I thought we were both on the same page here.”

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