Page 62 of Play Your Part

“Because you can’t keep your eyes off me,” he said, repeating my words.

As much as I wanted to argue, I couldn’t. I struggled to focus my gaze anywhere but his bare chest. I folded my arms across my body, keeping the towel snug against me. “That was a mistake.”

“Was it?” he asked, jutting out his chin. “It didn’t sound that way.”

My face burned, thinking of the way I’d begged him not to stop. “I hate you and your stupid smug face so much right now.”

“You’re frustrated, but don’t tell me you’re not turned on.”

I stood silent, not willing to acknowledge the feeling that had gripped me in the hot tub had come roaring back.

“Why did you come here, Kennedy?” he asked again, taking a step toward me. “You want to keep this going?”

“What? No—”

“Why not? We’re both single, and we can’t date anyone else.”

“Gee, thanks, you know how to make a girl feel good.”

“If you’re looking for something more, we should stop. A relationship is the last thing I want.”

“I don’t want a relationship with you either,” I said.

“What’s the problem then?”

“What happens in two months? We shake hands and go our separate ways?”

“That was always the plan, wasn’t it?”

I walked toward him as I huffed out a reluctant “Fine.” I needed to even the score between us, to make it clear this was tit for tat and nothing more. “Sit down.”

Alexei hesitated a moment but didn’t resist as I guided him toward the bed. I dropped to my knees.

“What are you doing?”

“This is what you want, right?” I reached for his towel, pulling it out of his lap without interference. I made no disguise of eyeing his crotch. “Sure seems like it,” I said, projecting confidence despite my heart beating out of my chest at the idea of taking his thick length into my mouth.

I took a breath. Waiting, building his anticipation, was psyching me out.

Before I could grip him, Alexei interrupted. “Wait.” He leaned back, grabbing a pillow and handing it to me to slide beneath my knees.

“Thank you,” I said.

Then, before I could overthink it, I wrapped my hand firmly around his dick, pumping up and down. The sound of Alexei’s groans did a number on me, but all I could do was clench my legs together and try to ignore the pounding want inside me.

I watched him watch me as I replaced my hand with my mouth. But then he lay back, flat against the bed, grasping the arm I placed on his stupidly toned stomach. Every strangled moan and those spasms as he got closer to coming amplified the spark of desire inside me. By the time he finished, I felt so turned on, I wanted to keep going, to wait until he was ready to go again… but then he sat up, hitting me with that double-dimple grin of his.

It was too much.

Quickly, I scrambled to my feet and gathered my towel from the floor. “I’m gonna head home.”

Alexei frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” I said as I walked backward to his bedroom door.Not unless you counted enjoying tonight’s sexual encounter with my fake boyfriend entirely too much.“But it’s two a.m., and I’ve got work in the morning.”

Alexei’s expression remained furrowed. “You sure that’s it?”

“Yes, this was…” I grasped for something casual and light to convince him nothing was wrong. “Fun. We should do it again sometime. If you want.”

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