Page 94 of Lovers Like Us

Shirtless, his abs noticeably tighten. He bucks his hips into the table a fraction like he’s caught mid-thrust.

I flex, my muscles scorchinghot.

Farrow grits down, then mock groans, “Fuuuuck.” His head lolls back; his eyes flutter like he’s experiencing mind-numbing, euphoricpleasure.

A brutal noise rumbles in his throat, struggling to break free. He narrows his gaze, eyes partially rolling back, and then suddenly, he sets them onme.

He startssmiling.

Like he caughtmejackingoff.

I glare. Trying not to show that I’m turned on like a damnbroiler.

“You need a second?” heteases.

More than a fucking second.A solid, hard half hour. I play it cool. “To drink some water, hydrate, and maybe nap, read a book, plan my trip to the fucking moon, yeah. Give me asecond.”

They alllaugh.

Farrow smiles. “Always a precioussmartass.”

I give him a middle finger, and he catches my hand as he returns to his seat and tells the table, “That’s how it’s done,boys.”

Donnelly and Oscar throw napkins at him, and Donnelly says, “Here, wipe yourselfup.”

Farrow ignores them, still grinning atme.

Only two rounds left. One winner. We roll, and Akara makes a bad bet. He reads the napkin. “Truth, who is your celebrity crush—” His phone rings on thetable.

Everyone goesquiet.

He gingerly picks up his phone and puts it to his ear, cigarette between his fingers. “What’s up? You feelalright?”

I can’t hear the other end, but Oscar mouths the wordSullito thetable.

“We did agree on that,” he says, lips lifting. He stacks a tower of dice. “Tomorrow. Bright fucking early. That’s what you said.” He smiles more. “You forgot. I know you forgot…okay, yeah…I’ll be there. Bye.” He hangs up. “Thatwas—”

“Your celebrity crush,” Oscarsays.

I go rigid.Naturally, I want to look out for Sulli. That’s my cousin who I’ve known way longer than any of theseguys.

Maybe Akara can tell because he puts a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t listen toOscar.”

“He doesn’t like buddy-guards,” Farrow tellsme.

“Too close for comfort,” Oscar gives hisreason.

Akara ignores him. “My celebrity crush is Alicia Vikander fromTombRaider.”

“I’d bang her,” Donnellysays.

“And she wouldn’t let you,” Farrowadds.

I laugh, and Thatcher hones in on Akara. All business. “What was thatabout?”

“She woke up and thought she forgot to tell me that she planned to hit the hotel gym at six.” Akara searches the peanut bowl, but most are eaten. “Beckett’s comingalong.”

“Cool,” Donnellysays.