Page 174 of The Fake Date Agreement

“It did? What did you do?”

“I was so embarrassed I started talking to the guy like I knew him, and I had no fucking clue who he was. He played along, but I could tell he was wondering who the fuck I was.”

I laugh. “No way.”

“Way.” His smile fades.

So does mine.

For the longest second in the world, we just look at each other. I couldn’t break that stare for all the money in the world.

I don’t know who moves first.

Chapter 41

Tobie

Strong,powerful arms wrap around me.

They lift.

I don’t question the voice in my head that tells me to slide my legs around Caleb’s hips.

He releases a soft groan into my mouth as I line up his cock to my core. His hands slip under my skirt, stroking and caressing as his hips rock against mine.

Our mouths are welded together, his tongue in mine. I’m running out of air as I bury my hands in his short, dirty blond hair.

We’re moving.

He tucks the hard ridge of his cock tight against me. He has to feel how wet I’m getting as he rubs against my pussy with each step he takes.

We’re moving faster.

A slap of a hand against a door.

A deeper, hungrier kiss.

A door slams shut, more hurried movements, and then I’m flat on my back as Caleb is fighting with his pants.

We’re in the locker room. I’ve never been in here before, and it is big. The lockers, benches, and showers are on my left. On myright are armchairs and sofas in front of a massive television on the wall.

We’re on a table in between the two spaces.

I have the barest sense of awareness of what’s happened to my skirt, other than the faintest breeze. That is until Caleb’s eyes dip.

He stops yanking at his pants.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. My eyes lower to the bulge in the front of his sweats and then to what’s caught Caleb’s gaze.

I was wearing one of the cute new lacy thongs Clarissa picked out for me.

On the way from the hallway to here, it’s gotten askew.

The front panel twisted to one side, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

Caleb is breathing hard. He hasn’t so much as blinked, he’s that captivated.

The breath sticks in my throat as he grips my legs, yanks me to the edge of the table, and his head swoops.

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