Page 33 of The Midseason Fakeout

“Take my cock.”

Her gaze flies open, and she inhales.

Yeah, it’s not so easy, is it? She’s about to get a taste of her own medicine.

I let out a moan. “Your greedy pussy.”

Bailey’s movements on the bed stumble.

“You want more? Tell me.”

She moans, her eyelids fluttering closed. At this point, I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake. All I know is that I have a very real stiff dick.

“Aidan.” She bites her lip seductively.

The way she locks her gaze onto mine, it’s hard to believe that this is anything but reality. Next to us, the girl lets out a scream. The climax. The highlight reel.

I lean over, whispering in Bails’s ear. “I think we can do better than that.” Louder, I say, “You feel so good. Fuck me, Angel.”

My fake nickname for her slips out, but she doesn’t react. She moves against the bed again. This time, more methodical, rhythmic. “I want to—” She shakes her head. “I’m going to—”

“Fuck yes.”

“Harder,” Bailey cries.

“Yes, Beautiful.”

She throws her hips forward, making one final thump against the wall as she calls out my name.

It sounded so real, so…sexy.

My heart is thumping like crazy. She climbs off the bed, not looking at me. “There,” she says, still avoiding my gaze. “We beat them.”

Her breaths are shallow, voice husky.

Swallowing, her gaze skirts near the vicinity of my chin. “I think I would go to the bathroom at this point, right? To freshen up?”

She sneaks past me, turning sideways. I try to grab her hand, but I miss her, and then the door slams, leaving me alone in the room still so filled with fake tension.

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BAILEY

Overheated.Anxious. I get just inside the door, lock it behind me, and lean over the counter before I heave out the breath I’d been holding since I left Aidan in that room.

I’ve never been so fucking turned on.

My core is on fire.

That was most definitely a bad idea. Maybe this whole party was a bad idea.

Who knew Aidan could talk so dirty? It was all my fantasies come to life.

The area between my legs aches. I don’t know how I’m going to go back out there and face him being turned on like this. I should take a shower. I should—

I need relief, but I’m in a damn fraternity bathroom. It’s not the sexiest place to be turned on in.

Squeezing my thighs together makes it worse. A moan escapes my throat.

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