Page 47 of A Whole New Trick

“What would you have said?”

“What?” She yanks her gaze from my lips.

I smirk. “What would you have said to my text.” I glance at my phone, which is still in her hands. “If you had read my text that night. Or the next morning. What would your answer have been?”

“I would’ve said yes,” she says, breathless.

“Yeah?” I inch closer. My eyes drop to her mouth. She licks her lips. My abs tighten.

“Yeah.” She leans forward, just as affected by the magnetism that’s always existed between us, but now has the force of a thousand pieces of iron after learning all we assumed about the other had been based on a misunderstanding.

The attraction we felt at the club resurfaces from the depths we’d shoved it down to, and I don’t try to fight the urge to moldmy lips to hers and pick up things where we left off the night at the club.

I lower my head. My cock throbs at the thought of tasting her lips again after all this time.

“It’s too quiet out there,” Miles shouts from the kitchen. A thwack followed by an oomph follows his outburst.

Morgan winces and draws back. The spell is broken.

I huff out a strained laugh.

“Later,” I vow. The desire between us blazes hot, but the reminder that we’re not alone forces me to demonstrate self-control.

Morgan and I will have our moment. But we should save it for a time when there’s no threat of her older brothers interrupting us.

Morgan presses her lips together, her expression mirroring my want. “When?”

The muffled sounds of fists and bodies colliding trail out from the kitchen.

“As soon as possible.”

Her eyes flash. “How about tonight in my hotel room?”

Hell yes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

15

MORGAN

Dane never did endup coming back to my hotel that night.

It’s like my brothers knew what I had planned, and they collectively decided it was their mission to cock block the star center from having his way with their little sister.

I’m still not sure if I’m grateful for their interference or not.

On one hand, if Miles hadn’t insisted on another Mario Kart tournament and planted himself between me and Dane on the couch, I’m pretty confident I would’ve followed through on my indecent ideas on how we could pass the night in my hotel room.

On the other hand, there’s the issue of Dane and I working together. A fake relationship is one thing, but a real one? It’s not wise to shit where I eat, or so the saying goes.

I’m so incredibly attracted to Dane; it’s ridiculous. And it’s not just about his looks. Dane is funny. He’s dedicated. He’s a great team captain and a great brother to Eli. And there’s no denying he’s kind, especially to me.

Dane Larson is the perfect muscular package with a devastatingly handsome bow that any girl would be lucky to unwrap.

I sigh.

That’s the problem.

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