Page 68 of You Kissed Me First

When I step from the room and look toward Dominic, all thoughts leave my head.

There he stands in a pair of gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. My eyes seek out his dick like they are heat-seeking missiles.

There it is. The outline of his very impressive member.

“You cannot wear that out,” I tell him.

His eyes meet mine. “Why not?”

“You can see your package. Women are going to be hitting on you all night.”

He chuckles. “Is that a hint of jealousy I hear?”

I shake my head. “Nope. We have an image to maintain though. My ex is already flaunting a hussy with fake ass titties. I can’t have my pretend boyfriend talking to a bunch of girls.”

He steps closer to me, grabbing my dress from my hand to toss onto the couch. Then he pulls me against his body.

I can feel his length hardening against me.

“Does this still feel fake to you?”

I glance up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Isn’t that what we agreed on?”

He stares at me for a moment, a serious look in his eye. I want him to tell me no. That this is real. I need him to be the one to take the lead on this. My heart can’t handle the rejection if I were to be the one to say this is real when he still thinks it’s fake.

After a moment of silence, he shakes his head. “Talk about what I’m wearing. What about you? You’re asking to be stared at.”

“What? I’m legitimately in your shirt. Men will know I’m not available.”

He shakes his head again. “That and those short shorts only make you more appealing.”

“Whatever. We better go. Nessa will have our asses if we are late.”

“Fine, temptress. Let’s go.”

He keeps his hand in mine as we make our way up to the deck, taking the stairs this time. As soon as we step outside the doors, I shiver a little. It’s a bit windier than I anticipated.

I see our group right away. They’ve taken up a corner of loungers in front of the pool. We make our way over. As I take a seat next to Nessa, Dominic leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’ll be right back, doll.”

“Where are you going?” I take in his outfit again, not really wanting him out of my sight.

I know he’s not really mine, but the jealousy I denied earlier is alive and well.

“I have to grab something.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to ask anything else as he takes off. My eyes follow him as he goes back inside.

“You are such a goner,” Nessa whispers to me.

I startle, looking at her. She smiles wider.

“Whatever. What movie is playing anyway?”

She shrugs. “Some superhero movie Grant wanted to see.”

“Ah.”

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