Page 177 of The Fake Date Agreement

Speaking of someone walking in…

I angle my head to meet his satisfied, half-lidded green gaze. “You were lying about someone coming.”

“Yes.” He leans in, kissing me softly. “You knew I was watching you in the study room, and you liked it. Didn’t you?”

“No,” I deny.

His expression doesn’t change.

I look away, my cheeks hot. Maybe I hadn’t actually seen him watching, but I’d felt someone’s eyes on me. And he’d so nearly watched me orgasm when Reid had his face between my thighs and was doing things with his tongue that had me talking gibberish.

I hadn’t wanted to be excited at the thought of him watching when Reid lifted and pounded into me against the wall. Some secret part of me hadwantedthere to be someone watching.

Not just someone.

Caleb.

“Maybe a little. How did you know?”

“You looked right at me.” He pauses. “Well, right where I was if I hadn’t moved away. And…”

“And?” I prompt.

“You never told Reid to stop what he was doing to you under that table.” His eyes sharpen. “Having me and Javier there seemed to excite you. Maybe as much as me standing on the other side of your bedroom door listening to you come.”

Shit.

“You heard?” I whisper.

“Did you try hard to stay silent?”

Not as hard as I could have.

Something inside me likes the feeling of someone watching.

He kisses me then, recapturing my attention. He strokes the hair back from my face with a tender touch. “We like what we like, Myers. There’s no shame in that.”

I didn’t realize I felt shame until this moment. Sex with Marc was simple. Not terrible. Not life-changing. Just sex.

But I’m learning it can be so much more than that.

It can be hot, exciting, and fun. Things can go wrong, and rather than be embarrassed, I can laugh about them. I find out more about the men I’m falling for each day, and they learn more about me. It’s like opening another window into a person I never knew existed.

“I liked seeing you so close to the edge,” he says, and I feel him start to harden inside me again. “When you said my name in that study room, I couldn’t wait to get back to my dorm.”

He’s still getting harder inside me. “What did you do?” I whisper.

“I was watching you…” He kisses me, easing his hips from mine, and gently slides into me, making me moan. “And I had my fist around my cock because I needed it to be inside you.”

He holds my gaze as we squirm together. His lips capture mine, and we cling. When we move, it’s not hard and fast like before.

Slow.

Deep.

Perfect.

When we fall, it’s like sinking into a cool lake, the perfect comedown from our climax.

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