Page 55 of Hard to Fake

The vibration is on low, and I press the button to raise it a notch. My hips buck toward it. Toward him.

I think about his warm breath against my neck.

How he felt over me.

My fingers push inside me, working my clit and teasing my entrance at the same time.

I imagine how it would feel to have him drag me down, rake his lips across mine. Grind his hips against me, make me feel how hard he is everywhere.

In the dark, with a little more time, he could have slid his fingers down my pants. Made me ride his hand until I came.

I lean back, pressing the vibe harder against my clit.

In my mind, Miles is lying over me, his cock deep inside me. Those blue eyes are hot with want.

My hips move faster, my fingers sliding into my pussy. I'm so wet and so turned on and so frustrated that I can barely think.

I hit the button again for another gear.

The toy doesn’t respond.

I lift it away for a moment, and a blinking light alerts me to a low battery.

No, no, no.

I bury it back between my legs and focus on the vibration that’s left.

I picture him thrusting. How good he’d feel, the scent of his skin, the low rasp of his voice as he said my name.

My neck arches back, my legs trembling.

The vibe dies.

No fucking way.

My phone rings and I jump.

It’s him.

“You sound weird," Miles says when I answer the phone on the fourth ring. “What, did I interrupt you getting off to me?”

I hit mute long enough to scream into a pillow, then drop the exhausted vibe in the bedside table like a dirty secret and slam the drawer.

“Princess? Still there?”

I press unmute and take a steadying breath. “Just finished a call on last-minute sorority business before the weekend.”

“Like flaunting your incredible boyfriend?”

“Naturally.”

“So… why aren't you gloating?"

Because my vibe quit and I was five seconds from a really great orgasm.

I lift a shoulder even though he can’t see. “Caroline’s being Caroline. She has a problem with anyone who doesn’t do things exactly the way she would.” I think of her comments about Hannah.

Hannah, who nearly single-handedly organized a dozen events for us throughout school, who was the first to offer help with a smile or a shoulder to cry on.

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