Page 52 of Dangerous Play

“Great.”

“But we have two costumes,” she muttered, her lips grazing mine as she spoke.

The air shifted between us, and despite the chilly air, I was burning up. My erection strained against my zipper and no matter how many times I came in the last couple of days, one graze from her was sending me over the edge.

“Don’t play with fire,” I warned her, unsure if I meant it about costume or the situation.

Ivy laced her hands behind my neck, her fingers digging into my loose hair at the nape of my neck. “You haven’t kissed me properly in ages, so forgive me to wanting to make sure you won’t choke when you have to perform under pressure. There is no way you wouldn’t kiss your girlfriend all night long.”

I ignored the ache in my pants and chest from her words and resisted reminding her of the passionate moment we spent in her apartment. Which was also totally fake.

“I thought you only wanted me to kiss you with an audience present,” I muttered over her lips.

Her lips parted as my breath tickled them.

“We have an audience,” she whispered, her voice falling as her eyes dropped to my lips.

“Be careful what you wish for, Blossom, because you might get addicted,” I warned her in a low voice before I captured her lips with mine.

A groan escaped her as I devoured her lips. With a sigh, she opened up, her tongue poking out and wetting my lips before I allowed her entrance, deepening our kiss. Our tongues explored and tasted each other. She tasted like the best mixture of chocolate, apples and coffee, thanks to her fruit salad and mocha she had during our picnic. Her taste was intoxicating, the best I’d ever felt, and I had kissed my fair share of girls. But kissing Ivy felt different.

Whistles and claps sounded from the background, making us break apart.

Ivy gazed at me dreamily.

“Did I pass the test?” I asked, keeping my voice as casual as I could, despite desire still clogging my throat.

Ivy nodded, too stunned to speak, before she cleared her throat. “Not bad.”

A low laugh escaped me as I pulled her into a sitting position. Our chests were still flat against each other, and I felt her thundering heartbeat against my own, matching her crazed pace. It looked like I wasn’t the only one affected by the kiss. “I’m way better thannot bad, Blossom.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she smiled. “You are very skilled. You almost made me feel like that kiss was real. Again.”

My brain slowly caught up to what I just did. When I kissed her, I forgot it was for show. I gave that kiss my all. Again.

And it was anything but fake.

At least for me.

I swallowed hard, putting some distance between us as I reached for my lemonade.

I needed to get my head back into the game and remind myself why I was doing this.

But most importantly, I needed to remind myself this was fake. No matter what my body was telling me.

It was pure hormonal reaction. I would have felt the same way no matter who I kissed.

It was normal.

The more excuses I listed, the less convinced it got.

There was no way I was going to fall for my rival’s ex.

No way at all.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

IVY

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