Page 61 of The Revenge Agenda

He pins me with an incredulous look. “That’s the whole reason we’re practicing. We don’t have a backup plan if we don’t even have evidence of it. What are we supposed to do? Text him with story time?”

“Rush, it’s okay.”

“Of course it isn’t. I don’t think you understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That if we didn’t film it, it means we … kissed. Just kissed. No revenge, no evidence, no getting back at Ian.”

I want to point out that obviously it wasn’t just a kiss. That I hadn’t realized that I was supposed to be filming. That I don’t want to do any of this for Ian—it’s all because I want to. But if this is all just revenge to him, how do I give him those thoughts without him feeling totally fucking betrayed?

“I guess it slipped my mind,” I say instead.

“We’ll remember for next time.”

“Next time?” I can’t pretend I don’t perk up at that. I’d thought that was it, but apparently, Rush is seriously all in with this game. Discomfort sits heavy behind my ribs.

“Isn’t that why you practice? To be prepared for the main event?” Based on his tone, Rush is completely unaffected by what happened between us, like it was no more than a business transaction. If that doesn’t boost my confidence, nothing will.

“That felt like a main event to me.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, the sex was mind-blowing, but our end game here is kissing. So that’s the main event, which is what we should be practicing. Unless, of course, you want to send him a homemade porno, then we can practice that all you need.”

Of course that’s what he means. Fuck, I’m an idiot. Rush didn’t mean next time as in more sex. He meant next time we’re kissing. I’m getting ahead of myself. A thought flitters past that maybe that’s what happened with Ian, but I instantly dismiss it.

While I might understand how Rush is so tempting, while I get why you’d want to go there multiple times and hear the sounds he makes as he comes over and over and over, I’ll still never forgive it.

The world is full of hot, nice people; that doesn’t mean you get to cheat to experience them all.

“Okay,” I say. “We practice the kiss again.”

“Exactly.”

“And leave each other’s cocks alone.”

“Why don’t we play that one by ear?”

He actually makes me laugh. “But without a camera, it’s just fucking. That’s it,” I echo him.

“True, but I wasn’t lying before.”

I’m not following. “About what?”

His hazel eyes spark as he leans in. “I really do want to sit on your cock.”

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Why?”

“Because one day I won’t be able to keep saying no to you.”

He nudges my cheek with his nose, then gives my cock a soft squeeze. “Remind me of when you were able to?”

“Fuck you.”

“I just told you I’m open to it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

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