Page 88 of Pretend Girlfriend

And then I collapsed forward into the water.

“Fuuuuuck,” Theo said, submerging himself fully into the hot tub and resting back on one of the underwater seats.

“That was good,” I purred.

“Fuck good. That was great. That was outstanding. There aren’t enough words in the English dictionary to describe what that was.”

“Maybe the French dictionary?” I suggested.

“Good point. The French definitely have a word to adequately encompass that.”

I swam over to his side and kissed him wetly, throwing my legs over his so I could sit on his lap. “You could’ve come inside me. If you wanted.”

He smirked. “Believe me, I wanted to. Just playing it safe. Not that I don’t trust you or anything…”

“Understood,” I replied. “I hope you didn’t mind me sticking it back in.”

“Hell no. That was hot.”

I kissed him softly. “I needed just a little…” Another kiss. “…bit…” Kiss. “…more.”

“You keep kissing me, and I’ll give you a lot more,” he joked.

“That’s extremely tempting, but we probably shouldn’t push our luck,” I said. “Landon said he’s staying by the pool, but still. I’m paranoid.”

Theo looked down at his penis. “Give me five minutes and I’ll see if I can change your mind.”

Fuck, it was tempting. I wanted more.

Thinking about more, and thinking about Landon, brought up another subject in my mind. And in the post-sex brain fog, I blurted it out.

“Random question: have you ever had a threesome?”

“Nope,” he replied, brushing his nose against mine. “But I’ve always wanted to have one.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Find us a third and I’m down. As long as our swords never touch.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d be fine with two guys? I would’ve assumed you’d want the third to be a woman.”

“Yeah, sure, either way,” he said smoothly. “But you brought it up, so I’m assuming we’re talking about your fantasy.”

“A valid assumption.” I cocked my head at him. “You really wouldn’t be bothered being in bed with another guy?”

“Why would I be?”

“I don’t know. Because most guys are weird and insecure about that?”

He put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. “Do I look like the kind of guy who would be insecure about that?”

“You look like the kind of guy I want to fuck again in three minutes,” I replied.

“Four minutes,” he corrected. “But nah. I’ll try anything once. Well, almost anything. If you find someone who’s interested when we get back to Chicago, I’ll probably be down to pound.”

When we get back. That felt like such a long time from now. In that moment, I realized I had kind of been fantasizing about it happening here in Jamaica. But of course, that would only increase the risk that someone discovered I wasn’t really Landon’s girlfriend.

Landon. I wondered if he would be interested. Probably not, since Theo was his brother’s friend. A family friend he had known for a long time. That would be weird.

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