Page 49 of Counterfeit Connection

“Good,” she smiles before wiggling her way out from underneath me. The view of her naked backside is one I want to remember. I want to be able to recall it when the mood, or need, strikes. “I have one condition though,” I call out to her before she can leave her room.

“What?” She turns around and faces me. Her hair is a mess, in the sexiest way imaginable.

“Wear very little clothing. I quite enjoy the view.”

Kaitlyn

“What kind of call was that?” I shout at my television with my arms in the air. “He was clearly out of bounds when he made that catch!” I can hear Griffin chuckling from the other side of the sofa. “What? It’s the truth. I told you; I hate the Packers and this is why.”

He holds up his hands. “I believe you. I don’t know enough about the sport to comment, but I thoroughly enjoy watching you get all worked up.”

I pull my hair into a messy bun and lean over to grab a grape from a grazing platter I threw together for us. I never would have expected I’d be spending one of my days off watching football with Griffin Shaw the morning after he ruined other men for me, sexually. I didn’t know sex could be like that. It was the stuff smutty romance novels were made of.

“Kaitlyn…”

I turn my head away from the game to find Griffin staring at me, wearing one of my father’s sweatshirts. I have three of them in my closet for when I need a bit of home. He doesn’t seem a bit out of place wearing Virginia Tech colors. His hair is still a bed-headed mess from laying on my pillows…with me.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“I feel like you’re sitting too far away. Would it be a contract violation for you to come closer?”

I tilt my head to the side. “Griffin, I think we’re good at adding addendums, don’t you? How about this…let’s make things more natural instead of a bunch of scripted words. I feel like we’re both pretty good at telling each other what we’re comfortable with and not. At least that way, hopefully, your father won’t be able to pick things apart. I mean, that’s the endgame anyway, right?”

“In that case…” He reaches over and wraps his hands around each of my ankles and pulls me across the sofa and into his lap. Then he feeds me a grape. “Much better.”

“You can say that again. Getting fed by a hot man while watching football? So much better.”

“What are your plans this week?” he asks.

“I mean, just work, as far as I know. I have a few big cases I need to finish preparing so I’ll be in it up to my eyeballs. Why? Did you have plans for me?”

“My mind is always spinning with ways to have more time with you.”

“Even all by ourselves when we aren’t serving the purpose of our arrangement?” I rest my forehead on his. “This could get confusing.”

He puts his finger on my lips to shush me. “No. We won’t allow it to. We already decided that we are adults. We can have fun and allow it to be mutually beneficial.”

“Right, but…” I say, but my phone starts ringing on the coffee table. Katarina’s face shines brightly on the screen as she calls.

“You should get that.”

I lean back and stretch, trying to grab for the phone without leaving his lap. It is a bit of a struggle, but eventually, I succeed. “Pretend you didn’t see me struggle with that.” I smile then answer the call. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”

“Whattheactuallyfuckingfuckisgoingonwhydidntyousayanythingtomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?” She shrieks so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my ear.

“Oh my fucking God, Kat. I think you burst my eardrum.”

“I don’t care! You’re DATING HIM?!? It’s everywhere. Your pictures are everywhere. Haven’t you been online today?”

“No. I’m grazing my way through a social media free day watching football.”

“Wait…is he there?”

It’s like the woman has radar, ESP, and cameras living in my apartment. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past her. “Actually, yes, that’s correct.”

“Well, holy shit. It’s always the quiet ones.” She laughs. “I’ll leave you two to do whatever you two were doing or will do.”

“Gee, thanks. I’ll call you later?”

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