Page 61 of Some Like It Hot

I laugh.

“Everything okay?” Blake asks.

“Simon says you need to buy me a real engagement ring. You can afford it.”

He frowns. “Well, of course. It’ll be huge too. My girl isn’t going to have some dinky little piece of ice on her finger.”

I grin and type.

He says of course. He’s offended you would think otherwise.

Good. Now tell him to bring you to my hotel. We’re in the bar waiting. We both want to see you.

My chest feels warm even as the rest of my body heats.

I start to type, but another text comes in from Aidan before I finish.

Both of you.

Oh…yes.

I look up at Blake. “Simon and Aidan are inviting us over after dinner. To Simon’s hotel.”

Blake’s mouth stretches into a wicked grin. “Who knew proposing to a girl with two boyfriends could be so much fun?”

CHAPTER 15

Blake

Engagement ring shopping.

It’s all in my head now, taking Elise to a jewelry store, letting her pick out whatever diamond—or other stone—she wants. Then putting it on her finger. Having it flash every time she lifts her hand to smooth her hair, or touch up her lipstick.

Having it sitting like a rock on her hand when she’s gripping my cock with her fist, her cherry red lips descending down the length of my shaft…

I shouldn’t care about the ring.

It shouldn’t even be in my head.

The only ring I should care about is the one I’m getting when the Racketeers win the championship this year and I can retire.

That’s what I should be focusing on.

This relationship with Elise is fake. It’s all fucking fake.

She’s doing me a favor.

Yet, I can’t get it out of my head. Dating her, hanging out with her, putting a ring on her finger.

Or the fact that she has two guys who want to fuck her tonight with me.

That she even tried to suggest she and I wouldn’t get naked with each other is fucking laughable.

“Did you really think you were going to sleep over at my condo and we were not going to have sex?” I ask, amused, after I’ve paid our dinner check and we’re heading out of the restaurant.

Elise huffs a little. “I was trying to keep this all straightforward. Simple. Uncomplicated.”

I run my palm over the small of her back as I guide her out the front door. Then drop it lower, to the curve of her generous ass and give a squeeze. “It’s already complicated. I’ve touched you, remember? Me sleeping on the couch isn’t going to change that or make this any less complicated. I wouldn’t sleep a damn wink knowing you’re curled up on my pillow, bare skin on my sheets.”

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