Page 54 of Hard to Fake

Did I have a crush on him in college?

Sure, I stared at him when he took me for pancakes, imagined what it might be like if he kissed me.

More than kissed me.

I blame it on hormones and being twenty and sexually adventurous.

I flop onto my bed and pull out my phone.

Brooke: Caroline wanted to know if I was cool with her bringing Kevin.

Ruby: And of course you are.

Brooke: The coolest. Wait, why am I the coolest?

Ruby: Because you’re bringing this man.

She sends through a picture and… Hello.

Evidently, he did an underwear campaign. How did I not know about this?

He's shot on a dark backdrop, lounging back in a chair.In another picture, he's lying on his side.

Ruby: You failed to mention he was an underwear model, Little Sis.

I’ve heard they stuff boxer briefs for shoots like that.

If they don’t… I have no clue what’s in there or how it would fit in me or any other woman.

I suddenly want to find out.

Every ridge of his abs is decadent. But it’s the expression on his face, as though he’s looking straight at me, into me, that does me in.

I’m thinking about him on top of me at laser tag, how hard and strong he felt.

I do a search and find more pictures. Heat spreads through me as I stare at the screen.

His chiseled features and toned body are unreal.

How he looks is nothing compared to how he feels.

Truth is, I’ve been thinking about it ever since he tackled me at laser tag.

“Act like I'm in head over heels for you? Like I have been for a while? Game on, Princess.”

For a moment, I imagine how it would’ve felt if he’d meant it. Having him stake his claim on me, those blue eyes turning possessive.

Even if it’s fake, I can still acknowledge our chemistry. Especially since Aliya is out of the picture.

Because fighting it is killing me.

I ditch the computer and reach toward the bedside table for my vibe. I keep my phone open to one of the pictures as I close my eyes and imagine my fingers running over Miles’s chiseled stomach.

My heart beats faster.

I think about his abs, his tongue, his hands.

My hand moves slowly down my stomach, pushing down my panties. I tuck my vibrator between my legs and press it to my clit.

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