Page 65 of King of Envy

Mine vibrated a second later. A shudder ran through my body, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to straighten.

I faced the intruder, my core throbbing, my skin so sensitive from my ruined orgasm that the vibrations echoed like lurid taunts.

“I won!” Will beamed at us and did a little jig. “Fuck, I won!”

He seemed too high on victory to realize this was a group game and that by hitting Vuk, he’d tagged his own team member out.

It didn’t matter. I was the last woman standing, so they would’ve won either way.

I dragged in a shaky breath. I’d completely forgotten we were playing laser tag. How much did Will see before he tagged us out? Did he…when I…

Heat scorched my cheeks. I peeked at Vuk, who’d reverted to acting like I didn’t exist. He brushed past me toward the exit without so much as a glance.

Oh God.

The reality of what I’d done hit me like a freight truck. I’d basically dry humped Vuk Markovic in a fucking laser tag arena. And he hadn’t stopped me.

What did that mean? Maybe he’d been so surprised he hadn’t known how to react,or—wishful thinking—he hadn’t known what was happening at all.

The chances of that were slim, but it wasn’t like we’d kissed or taken our clothes off. I didn’t even get to come, thanks to Will. It was basically like nothing happened. Right?

I let out a small groan. My excuses sounded flimsy even to myself.

I followed Vuk and Will upstairs to the VIP room, where the rest of the group was waiting for us. I was convinced my brush with infidelity was painted all over my face, but no one seemed the wiser.

“Great job, babe.” Jordan stood and kissed my cheek.

I forced a smile. My gut knotted with guilt as I accepted his kiss while the phantom of another man’s touch lingered on my skin.

My attention drifted to Vuk again. I realized with a jolt that he was staring right at us. His eyes slid from Jordan back to me again, and his mouth curled into a mockery of a smile that made me flush all over again.

I yanked my gaze away.

He knew what I’d done. But he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.

Thankfully, we didn’t stay long now that the game was over. Since the girls lost, they covered the night’s tab and refused my attempts to contribute.

“This isyournight,” Sloane said firmly. “You’re not paying a dime.”

Arguing with her was like arguing with a brick wall, so I didn’t bother.

We all filed outside except for Vuk, who stayed behind to take a video call. Everyone said their goodbyes and went home, leaving Jordan and me alone for the first time since he returned from Rhode Island.

He waited until the taillights from the last cab disappeared before he spoke. “How are you feeling?”

A brisk breeze swept the lingering flush off my skin. “Cold and tipsy,” I said, earning myself an amused snort. I smiled before I mused, somewhat apprehensively, “Six more weeks.”

“Yeah.” Jordan shoved his hands in his pockets. “You ready?”

No.“Are you?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

We stood quietly, listening to the sounds of traffic and the chatter of passersby. We usually conversed so easily, but we were both lost in our own thoughts tonight.

“How’s your grandmother doing?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

“As well as could be expected. You know her,” Jordan said with a half smile. “She’s tough, and she’s been on my ass about marrying since I finished grad school. Our wedding has made her a very happy woman, all things considered.”

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