Page 51 of Hard to Fake

“Why?”

Someone hoots in triumph.

“That was a cheap shot!” Nova wails in the distance.

My entire world is reduced to Miles’s body, and mine.

“Like you said. Bigger things to think about this year, Princess.”

I want to be annoyed with him, but my brain keeps repeating they’re not together like a mantra.

He shifts back on his heels, pulling me up to sitting with him with a hand on the back of my neck, another on my waist.

Somehow my shirt has risen up.

Miles smooths down my hair. His thumb brushes my jaw, careless and perfect.

I arch into his touch in the dark. A whimper escapes my throat before I can stop it.

Miles’s hand stills.

Fuck.

He totally heard that. Felt my response.

So much for trying to appear unaffected.

Hollering in the background splits the darkness as the Kodiaks search one another out.

The sound of footsteps running nearby enters my ears. It’s Rookie, coming to hunt me down.

“B, get up! I’ve got you!” Atlas is behind me, crowing.

Everything happens fast. Miles’s vest lights up, and he groans in defeat as he falls back.

Atlas helps me up and high-fives me once I'm standing. "Hell yes!"

We won.

I turn and offer Miles a hand up. He takes it, nearly pulling me over as he uses it for leverage to rise.

His hand lingers in mine.

“Good game,” he says next to my ear.

My hand tingles.

I don’t know what game we’re playing anymore.

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All the way through dinner, I find my attention lingering on Miles across the table, grinning and making everyone laugh.

I'm still thinking about the sensation of having his hard body against mine. How I got caught up in the moment, gave myself up to how good his hands felt touching me.

It was barely a touch. The guy fixed my shoes and tackled me to the ground and I’m suddenly hornier than I have been in months.

The stress is getting to me. I clearly need to blow off some steam. A little me time with a vibrator or two, maybe some light porn, and I’ll be a whole new woman.

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