Page 37 of My Silver Lining

Maybe it was that I’d had too many glasses of champagne to count, but it was taking everything I had not to tug his head down and kiss him.

“Did you have fun with my grandfather and my dad?” I asked, fidgeting with my hands to keep from touching him.

“Sure. They’re great. But the party is winding down, and your mom wants us to get in one last dance. I requested a song, and they said they’d wait to play it until I found you.”

We already danced our asses off tonight, but who was I to say no to one more?

“All right. One more, and then we call it a night,” I said.

“I’m not in a hurry to get back to the room, so I may hang out in the cigar room for a while until you’re asleep,” he said, extending a hand, as mine slipped inside his.

“What? No. We need to go up together. It will look suspicious if I leave without you. You want to stay out?” I asked.

He came to an abrupt stop, and he ran a hand through his hair before leaning down close to my ear. “There’s only one bed.My dick is very responsive to you, especially after seeing you in this dress all night. I’d rather not embarrass myself again.”

I squeezed my thighs together in response to his words. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to take care of that.”

He chuckled. “If it involves your tits or your hands, count me in.”

“There you are,” Serena said as she and Jasper called out to us from the other end of the hallway, pulling us from a very questionable conversation. “The DJ is anxious to play the last song. Your boyfriend picked it especially for you. Everyone is waiting to leave.”

“Let’s go, lover boy.”

I tugged him down the hallway, but his words were still ringing in my head.

If it involves your tits or your hands, count me in.

That was hot and sexy and honest.

Damn him.

If I had a penis, I would definitely have a boner right now.

Of course, my fake boyfriend would have to be the first man in a very long time to turn me on. I used to love sex. But then for the longest time, I didn’t enjoy it, and I’ve been in a rut ever since.

Would it be so bad to just give in to it?

We were clearly attracted to one another.

We’d be fake dating for another week.

So what if he was my best friend’s boyfriend’s brother?

So what if we lived on the same property and would have to see one another all the time?

“Stop overthinking. We’re fine. I can tame the big guy down. Don’t worry about it,” he whispered in my ear as if he could read my thoughts. He led me straight to the dance floor.

He thought I was bothered by the fact that he had a boner around me.

Hell, I was far from offended.

I kind of loved it.

The music started playing, and it was one of my favorite songs.

“Rumor” by Lee Brice.

I chuckled when he tugged me against his body and he swayed us both to the beat.

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