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I open my mouth again to protest, but immediately close it again. I'd been prepared for Miles to say something controlling, like that I can't talk to any guy without the team's permission. Instead, he's worried about my safety.

"I'm good," I say. "It's not far from here to the train station."

"Well, if you change your mind, let us know," says Miles, sitting back on the sofa and switching his attention back to the projector screen and Helix.

I could take this as an out and head back upstairs. I did come down here to spend some time with them, and I have.

But I know this wasn't really what my goal in coming down here was.

"Mind if I join you then for the rest of your strategy session?" I move around the edge of the sofa and squeeze myself between Quintin and Miles. It's the most room I can see on the sofa even though they barely shift over for me, and if I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't have tried it, but the wine has made me brave.

"Uh, sure," says Quintin, looking around at the others to see what to do. "But why?"

"You've all hired me to be your girlfriend, I should try to understand what you do for your job." That sounds plausible enough.

"Does that mean we should take an interest in your job? And all the personal details of your life?" asks Ethan, leaning around Quintin.

"Nope." I stretch out my legs and rest my feet on the coffee table in front of me after making sure there isn't any food on there, just cans of energy drinks. If they don't want their drinks near my socked feet, they can move them. "That's not how this works. You hired me to be you girlfriend, so we'll keep this professional and sexual."

Chapter Eight

Fuck, I didn't mean to say that. Maybe I should not drink a second glass at critique group ever again. My mouth will be writing checks my body won't want to cash.

Or maybe I do. Drinking is supposed to bring out the truth, right?

"If you say so," says Miles, scooting the slightest bit closer to me on the sofa. There was barely any space between us already, so now we're pressed against each other from shoulder to hip.

And they say men don't listen. Miles clearly heard the last word I said.Sexual. He is cute in a nerdy way. He's not someone I would normally check out from across the room, but up close, really looking at him, he's attractive. Maybe something could happen between us tonight. For research, of course. And because of our agreement. Work stuff, that's all.

I lean in a little myself, letting my shoulder brush against his. It's a bit pokey, not padded with muscle, but I don't mind.

"I suppose we should keep going with our strategy session then?" asks Helix, looking around at the others, but pausing longer to stare at me. He must see something that answers his question as I stare back patiently, because he turns back to the map on the screen and points out different landmarks.

The rhythm of Helix's speech is calming as he methodically goes through attack patterns their upcoming opponents have launched in the past. Add in the darkness of the room and the second drink, and I could comfortably stay here all evening.

I'm sure it doesn't help that I've barely slept these last few days, wondering if any of my roommates will come in when I'm asleep to access their benefits. Then working my fingers to the bone typing—and touching myself—all day as I compile my notes on our sexual escapades and translate them into my new book. But tonight I got good feedback from my group, and I'm confident my new story is awesome. I've earned a chance to relax.

Miles kisses my forehead and I'm in such a happy, drowsy haze that I tilt my face up to him and kiss him full on the lips.There's nothing wrong with it, I sleepily think.He's my boyfriend. Granted, the others are all sitting around us, watching. But it still feels right.

It's slow and coaxing, with a hint of tongue. Just a hint that it could turn deeper at any moment, should one of us decide to take it there. With all of the other gamers around us on the sofa.

The thought that they may be taking notes of their own amuses me, and I decide that I want more than a chaste kiss.

Twisting, I turn so I'm facing Miles directly, climbing into his lap. With Ethan, we were both nervous and clumsy as if it were actually our own individual first times. With Lionel, it was commanding and overwhelming. And in both cases, even though I was accepting of what was happening, I also kind of felt like I didn't really have a say in it. But this here with Miles, it's my own choice. Iwantto explore, to gain new experiences. The other times were testing, required. This ismychoice, and I'm chasing it.

Miles is already hard beneath me as my knees bracket his hips. I can feel everything through my thin leggings as I grind ontop of his sweatpants. There is still no finesse in my approach. I haven't learned that yet, but I know exactly how thrilling it feels now to feel in control and desired by a man. So much so that he doesn't seem to care we're not alone.

Even though I'm in control, Miles is right here with me. His hands frame my face as we kiss, and now his tongue is involved, darting past my lips, fucking me the way he will soon with his cock.

Possibly with an audience.

When Lionel and I were walked in on in the kitchen, I was startled, but in the days since I've realized how much the idea of being watched turns me on. I never thought I would want that. And this time, it's not going to be a surprise.

Besides, they're all going to get a taste of me at some point, so they might as well get a sneak peek. And they're all going in my books, so the world will get their very own sneak peek at these men, and what they're like between the sheets. And on sofas. And the kitchen floor. And wherever else they'll have me.

Somewhere beside me, a phone starts beeping. Not just one, but several. An incessant noise that isn't immediately stopped.

Miles groans beneath me, but it's not athank goodness this is finally happeningtype of groan, it's anI'm being interrupted and I don't like itone. This is made all the more clear when his head drops back against the top of the sofa and he doesn't let me follow. Even though I really want to keep kissing him. Who knew making out with a guy could be so much fun?

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