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“I’m close,” I whisper, my insides clenching on his fingers as his tongue continues the same pattern and vigor, bringing me closer to the edge.

He slides a third finger inside of my core and the intensity and slight pain brings me teetering over into oblivion. My toes curl, back arches off the mattress, trembling, and Myles keeps going, riding the wave with me until I’m gasping for air and collapse flush against the mattress.

He climbs back up my body, his hands pressed into the mattress, his weight hovering as I wrap my legs around his hips, tugging him down to me.

Glancing between us, his cock has awoken, and I reach down but he grabs my arms, pinning me to the bed. “I like this position,” he whispers, eyes shining down on me.

“Why? Because I’m at your mercy?” I grin up at him. Doesn’t surprise me, he’s always so damn dominant. The man has to be in constant control of everything.

“What’s not to love about that?” he smirks and leans down, kissing me, his body pressing against mine.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper, wanting more if he’s up for it. And he definitely looks up for it.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” he admits, his forehead resting against mine.

“Shit. I didn’t either. Wasn’t expecting this to happen.” I laugh softly.

He glances back toward the bedroom door. “I could ask one of the guys⁠—”

“I’ll kill you if you go and do that.” I rise up, playfully biting his bottom lip. “I’m on the pill. Unless you’re worried about—I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and everything came back negative.”

“I’ve been tested. I don’t have anything except a really huge cock.” He beams at me and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not sure that thing will fit in Pint Size. Maybe you need a full size.” I mock him in return for the nickname he’s given me.

Myles laughs and kisses me. “I need you, Juniper. You’re the only one I want.”

My fingers intertwine with his as he holds me down, his gaze moving over my naked body. “Are we still faking things?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You weren’t faking anything.”

Leaning in, I kiss him. “Could you tell if I were?”

He stares at me, trying to figure me out.

I drop a kiss on his jaw and pull him tighter with my thighs around him, trying to bring him down completely on me. “Relax, I don’t have to fake orgasms with you. Those were both one hundred percent real.”

He beams. “I knew it.”

He still didn’t answer my question though, about what this is between us, whether it’s a one-time slip up or we’re really together. I don’t know that I can keep fake dating him if this is off the table.

“Where’d you go?” he asks, releasing his grip on my hands.

Exhaling a heavy breath, I shift onto my side, and Myles does the same. His hand tugs on my hip, keeping me close, touching me. His fingers are featherlight on my hip, drawing soft patterns as he stares at me.

“You didn’t answer my question. Is this … all part of our fake relationship? Are we, does anything change between us, Myles?”

He tugs me closer, his leg sliding between mine. “I really hope this changes things between us.”

“You do?” I ask. His answer is a bit vague, which is confusing me further.

“I want to date you, Juniper, really date you. Take you out, wine and dine you. I want us to be more than acquaintances or fake friends.”

“I consider you a real friend … most of the time,” I say sheepishly.

“I know I want more with you. I’ve wanted it for a little longer than I realized. Watching you on a date with Conrad at the gala, it was killing me. And then you won the date with me, I actually got really excited until I found out Conrad was behind it. I like you, Juniper.”

“I like you too.” I lean in and steal a kiss from his lips. “But what about the fake relationship? What happens if we don’t last a year? There’s a lot on the line, my new business, your career.” A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I shuffle back on the bed, granting him space, not wanting our hormones to be the sole reason we’re doing this.