Page 171 of Can't Always Get What You Want

My eyes go to her hard nipples as she continues to ignore me.

My cock tingles.

“Babe.” I move my palm higher on her thigh, sliding it between her legs. It inches closer to the hem of my shirt. “You’ve been glued to that phone for at least three minutes.

She spares me a glance. “Are you pouting?”

“I’mhard,” I deadpan. “Help me.”

Her eyes drop automatically to the crisp, white sheet covering my lap, then back up—cheeks pinking. “Whose fault is that?”

I shrug. “Yours? Look at your nipples.”

Nova glances down at her chest. “Oh lord—calm down.”

Maneuvering myself, I shift on the bed so I can get my lips on her neck; kiss the pulse fluttering there.

I drag my lips higher, grazing her jaw. “I’m a man, Nova. I’m weak. Please.”

So weak.

So horny.

Her thumb keeps scrolling—absently, like she doesn’t realize she’s slowly destroying me. I slide my hand up her thigh, fingers brushing warm skin beneath my shirt, but her attention doesn’t waver.

“Starshine,” I murmur, lips brushing her ear now, trying to coax a reaction. “I’m literally begging for you.”

Nothing.

Just a hum as she grins at something on her screen. And when I reach to tug the phone out of her hand—playfully, sort of desperately—my eyes flick down for just a second.

Just a second.

And there it is, nestled between her social media apps…

The dating app.

My stomach drops, a quiet sucker punch beneath the arousal.

Fuck.

“What’s this I see?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light. I point to the familiar logo on her screen.

“The dating app,” Nova says matter-of-factly. “I haven’t deleted it yet.” She looks at me again. “Haveyou?”

Actually, no. Come to think of it, I probably haven’t. Hasn’t crossed my mind since before our first date.

We both stare at each other for a second, processing that. Then?—

“Are we the worst?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, holding out her phone. “But we’re cute, so people forgive us.”

I pick up my phone and we each hold our cells; an unspoken challenge has just been issued.

“Same time?” I ask.

“Obviously.” Nova gives me a grin, nose scrunching as she finds the app.

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