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“Like, I’ve barely seen you. I haven’t been over to your place since before New Year’s, and you haven’t been to mine since well before then.”

“I’ve been?—”

“Busy. Yeah, that’s what you always say. But, Daniel, baseball only started last month. How busy could you have been in January?”

I don’t know what to say. No, that’s a lie. I do know what to say. But I can’t seem to make the words come out of my mouth.

Olivia, I kissed two guys. One of them was Charlie. It turned me on, and I’ve jerked off over it more times than I can count.

I pick at a toothpaste stain at the edge of my shirt. I can’t meet her eyes; if I do, she’ll see the guilt written all over my face.

“I have a proposition for you,” she says as she trails her multicolored fingernails through the shimmering water. “There’s a poetry slam tomorrow night in Brooklyn. I want you to come with me. I even got an extra ticket for Charlie.”

My eyebrows lift in surprise. “A poetry slam? Really?”

Poetry slams aren’t exactly my scene, nor are they Charlie’s. We’re more the sports bar type.

Olivia nods enthusiastically. “It’s at this funky art gallery. Some of my girlfriends will be there with their boyfriends. It’s supposed to be raw and gritty. The kind of poetry that’ll make you shiver and ache in places you didn’t know existed.”

I swallow hard, my mind conjuring up all sorts of provocative imagery. “I don’t know, Liv…”

“Please? It would mean a great deal to me if you came with me. You never know, you could end up enjoying it.” Her hand slides up my thigh, unbidden, and my next words get stuck in my throat. Her touch is electric through the denim of my jeans. I canalmost see the sparks shooting from her fingertips. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

She grabs my chin and turns my head so that our noses are mere inches apart. I go cross-eyed, trying to stare at her pink lips as she drops her voice to a husky tone that’s full of sinful promise. “If you come, I’ll give you a blowjob that’ll make your toes curl. And if you want to wear your flip-flops while I do, well, I won’t yuck your yum.”

Holy. Fuck.

My dick twitches at the mere thought of getting a blowjob. It’s always been one of my favorite things, that and having my balls sucked on. “You drive a hard bargain, Miss Rose.” I don’t even have to think about it. “You have yourself a deal.”

She grins triumphantly and pecks me on the cheek before standing up. “Excellent. I promise you won’t regret it.” She glances down at the sizable bulge in my pants and laughs. “Looks like you have a hard bargain yourself there, Hollingsworth.”

Before I can come up with a witty retort, she presses her palm to my chest and shoves me. Hard.

I yelp as I lose my balance and topple backward into the fountain with a mighty splash.

The water is fucking freezing, instantly dousing the heat coursing through me, and killing my boner. I sputter and gasp as I rise to the surface, stunned.

I want to say, “What the hell, Liv?” but she’s already gone.

Chapter 5

Willys of the World

Harrison

I’m full.So fucking full that I can’t stop the groan from escaping me.

A minute later, I’m empty.

Opening my eyes, I watch as Willy, a bespectacled and sweaty college student, rolls onto his side. He adjusts his glasses, which have slid precariously down the bridge of his nose, with his index finger and flashes me a wide smile.

Willy.

What a name. What a man. What a guy with long fingers that can dig deep and a dick that can burrow even deeper.

We matched on a hookup app about a week ago, and true to his profile, he’s every bit the sexual overachiever.