Deke (Fake Boyfriend, #3)

by Eden Finley

After we settle in, dinner becomes a quiet affair, probably because it’s feeding time at Jurassic Park.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s not every day I have a hot guy’s hands on me.” The corners of his mouth tip up ever so slightly. The quick response is on the tip of my tongue. “That can’t be true. You’re hot.” Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. Why the fuck not? a little voice says. I think it’s coming from my dick.