Page 50 of I Could Be Yours

His mouth opens and closes.

“Did they bring extra chocolate sauce?” Nate asks.

“Honey bear, I would have brought you extra chocolate sauce if I’d known that was what you wanted.”

“Fuck. Flip?” Nate steps out from his hiding spot. His boxers don’t conceal his hard-on. “You said you got your own room.”

“I changed my mind. Too much temptation.” He turns to me. “Ess, come on, I can show you the time of your life.”

“I have known you since before you hit puberty, Flip. I was there for the voice cracks. I like you a lot better now, but still no.”

“You’ll fall for me one day.”

“I’ll think about it.”

The food shows up.

Flip surveys the tray eagerly. “I’m taking the fruit platter back to my other room. Ess, you know where to find me if he underperforms. ’Night, honey bear!” Flip grabs a handful of fries and the fruit platter and disappears down the hall.

Nate tips the delivery guy, and we sit on the couch to eat.Nate cuts the burger in half and offers me the bigger piece. I take the smaller one because I plan to do a lot of damage to the sundae.

“You don’t think Flip will say anything to Tristan, do you?” I pop a fry into my mouth.

“It’s not really his style.” Nate rearranges the pickle so it’s not hanging out of the bun. “Why? Are you worried about Rix finding out?”

“No, are you?” I abandon the fries and get to work on the sundae.

“About Rix? No.”

“But Tristan, yes?” I keep my voice light.

“I don’t know.”

My phone buzzes. I grab it from the floor in case it’s Rix. It’s not.

Flip

I’m getting drunk on tiny bottles of liquor.

See how good we are together?

Several pictures pop up, all of them with a sleeping Flip in the background and my smiling face superimposed on random women.

Essie

This is not the way.

“What the fuck? Why are you in bed with Flip?” Nate looks like he’s about to throw down.

“It’s photoshop.” Theyou idiotis implied in my tone. Flip has always been like family to me, and that will never change. I’m pretty sure he’s only flirting with me because it irritates Nate.

“Right. Yeah. I knew that.”

“I do not shit where I eat. Which is why what’s happening here is just sex and nothing else.” Literally everyone else is getting laid, and no-commitment Nate is the perfect dick to rideinto the Vegas dawn. “I have a really great idea.” I hold up the extra chocolate sauce.

Nate arches a brow.

I sink to my knees in front of him. “Wanna find out how much chocolate-dipped cock I can swallow?”

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