100 Lifetimes of Us (The Romantics #1)

by Maggie C. Gates

My cheeks burned like a thousand bee stings. “Uh—no?” Something akin to anger flashed across his face. It was such a rare expression for Miles. So I freaked out and faked an orgasm. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. I did it all the time, and no one had ever noticed. Not once. Miles trailed his fingers up my side. “What—what are you doing?” “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re a terrible actress and I’m calling bullshit on that little performance of yours.” His fingers scraped across my breast. “In my experience, when a woman climaxes—and I mean really climaxes—she’s sensitive. Her skin feels electric and she doesn’t want to be touched. She just wants to revel in the afterglow.” “You know, talking about other women in bed isn’t a great look,” I retorted. His remark was cutting. “The same could be said about faking an orgasm.” I pulled at the tie that bound my wrists as embarrassment slithered around me. “Can you—can you undo me?” “Sure,” he said casually. “If you tell me what happened.” “Miles—” Frustration was painted all over his face and I knew why. It was me. I was the problem.