Page 57 of Flirty Fall Fling

That knocks the smirk off my face. She holds my gaze with her cheeks burning.

“I didn’t give her my number,” I say. “I told her no thanks.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I have to stay under the radar, Blaire. You looked me up online. You’ve seen the amount of scandals I’ve been in.”

She bites the inside of her cheek.

“You were jealous.”

“I was not jealous.”

“Yeah? Do you remember the rules we made? The truth. Come on. Confess.”

“Right,” she lets out a sigh. “Fuck.”

I shove my hand in my pocket. “Tell me.”

“It pissed me off,” she admits, the words spilling from her lips, like all she needed was my permission to be honest. “I don’t get jealous, Jamie. That’s not who I am. But”—she swallows—“I do think we should date other people if the opportunity arises.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“That’s my answer. It has to be. You have to keep your options open.”

I lift a brow. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then.” I breathe out of my nose, staring directly into her eyes. “Do you want to play games with me this season, Blaire?”

She slowly licks her lips, gazing into my eyes. “Actually, I do.”

I run my fingers through her clean hair. “Tomorrow night, I want you to go into High Spirits and try to pick up someone. As I watch.”

“You’re serious.” It’s a statement, not a question.

I reach forward, slipping my hand inside her silk robe. She’s wearing nothing underneath. I press my fingers against her pussy, and she’s drenched.

“Mmm. You want to play this game, don’t you? Imagining me with someone else makes you want me even more. Makes you want to claim me. I need to see what jealousy feels like, Blaire. It’s made you absolutely insatiable for me.”

“Yes,” she confesses against my lips. “You’re creating a monster.”

“Nah, babe. The monster has always lived inside you.”

I work her slow with two fingers, barely moving, until her hips chase more friction.

I keep my mouth at her ear. “Tomorrow night, you’ll smile at some lucky bastard across that bar. You’ll touch his arm. You’ll laugh at whatever he says, knowing I’m watching your every move.”

She makes a small, desperate sound and grinds down against my palm with a whimper.

“And the whole time, you’ll be dripping like this, thinking about this.”

“Jamie,” she whispers.

“And when I can’t watch another second of it, I’ll drag you out of that bar and fuck you senseless.”

“More,” she demands, and I give her two fingers.