Page 78 of Naughty & Nice

Over Noelle’s shoulder, his eyes hold mine.

Daring me. Taunting me. Challenging me.

He knows that my natural instinct is to protect her.

Hell, to protect myself, too.

The road we’re going down here is risky and dangerous.

But I’m not sure I’m strong enough to try and stop it.

And even if I was, do I want to?

The song changes, and the second the beat drops on the new one, Wilder begins moving.

He rolls his hips, grinding himself against Noelle’s ass, and my fists curl in my lap.

His smirk grows, the twinkle in his eyes getting brighter.

He lives for this shit. Always has, and always will.

I, however, have always run in the opposite direction from anything even remotely risky.

I’m the safe and dependable twin, and some days, I’m okay with that. Being the boring one. But more often than not, I crave a little of what Wilder has. I wish I could let go of everything that holds me back and just… have fun.

“Dance with me, Elle,” he growls in her ear when she’s slow to join him.

Her eyes hold mine, concern dancing in them.

She’s waiting for me to freak out. She’ll be able to read on my expression that I’m close to the edge.

But I’m not.

I’m not going to do what either of them expects of me.

Just for one night, I don’t want to be the boring one.

Just one night.

So instead of jumping up and ripping her from his hold, I sit back and force my body to relax.

I uncurl my fists and spread my legs as I suck in a deep, calming breath.

“Do as you’re told, Elle,” I demand making her lips pop open.

Pride for myself warms my stomach.

I can do this.

I can embrace my inner Wilder and live recklessly for once.

It takes her a second, but hesitantly, she starts to move.

I watch them, my eyes jumping from Wilder’s hands on her hips to her face.

She hasn’t taken her gaze off me once.

He might be the one touching her right now, but I’m very much the one in control.

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