Page 91 of Faking It

Tori smirks at me while yanking it from my hold. “Thanks.”

“If I were you, I’d clear that trash right now,” I advise.

She presses the device to her chest. “I will.”

“Why don’t you do it now?”

“Don’t you have that script to read?” she asks, jerking her head toward the door.

I roll my eyes at her. “I don’t know what the hell you’re being secretive about. You showed me those videos, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. Which means you don’t need to see them again.” She wiggles her fingers at me with a grin. “Toodles!”

Her loud laugh follows me out after I flip my middle finger at her. A gnawing sensation follows me to the living room. There’s something off about Tori. I’ve been so caught up with work and dating Gideon that it’s just sinking in. She’s surlier these days, more withdrawn. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but she seems pissed off at me sometimes. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re barely spending time together, but she should understand. The busier I am, the more money in the bank. For me and her. I doubt she’d object to that.

A text message from Gideon soon comes in that obliterates my puzzling thoughts.

Hey there, Princess.

Oh, this man.

With my tongue caught between my teeth, I type back.Hey there, sexy.

Gideon:Sexy, am I?

I chuckle.Don’t be modest. We both know that’s true.

Gideon:Not as sexy as you.

Me:Oh, stop.

Gideon (replying about a second after I press send):Take a look in the mirror, Ana. You’re fucking dynamite.

I can’t believe he’s growing on me so fast. Within three months, I’ve gone from disliking and fearing him to tolerating his existence for the sake of securing a role, to forming a friendship, to being lovers. He knows my secret, and it didn’t faze him. In fact, he’s determined to keep it safe for me.

The phone vibrates in my hand. Another message from Gideon.What, cat got your tongue, or your fingers?

Giggling, I type back.I want to explode in your mouth.

I cover my mouth, watching the screen, waiting for his reply.

It doesn’t come.

He goes offline.

Was it something I said? No way. Gideon has a filthy mouth. I can’t imagine him being offended by what I said.

Relief fills me when he comes back online.Ana, you don’t how many times I’ve imagined my tongue in your pussy all day.

Jesus. This guy.I rock myself with a lustful sigh. Gideon’s effortless way of turning me on at full throttle is always something to behold.

Gideon:My hands are aching to feel every inch of you.

Me: Ooh… I can think of a lot of things you can do with those hands.

Gideon:Believe me, I can do things with these hands you’ve never imagined.

I nibble on my lower lip, a gentle pulse between my thighs as I reply,I want you to show me.

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