Faking with Benefits

by Lily Gold

I swallow. “How did you do that?” “I imagined my face between your legs,” he says casually, taking another sip of beer. I choke on air.

“A Rolex?” I tease as he tugs the zip up to my chin. “Ooh. A rich man. Maybe I should go flirt with him instead.” He stiffens, his hand still on my throat. “Don’t. I’ll end the night in a jail cell.”

Wrapping a strong hand around my throat, he kisses me hotly and hungrily.

He makes a low, helpless sound in his chest and kisses me again. This time, the kiss is hard and rough. He pushes me backwards, his heavy body pressing mine to the wall. Grinning, I trail my mouth down his throat, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple. His whole body flinches. I pause, then kiss his neck again. He shudders in a breath. “Layla—” he groans, tensing against me. “Shit.”

Josh is sitting propped up against the headboard, staring down at Layla sleeping on his chest like she’s the centre of his damn universe.

“Oh, you found Josh’s Mute button,” Zack says casually, uncapping the bottle. “That’s nice.”

“I think you deserve it.” He glances at the bed. “If we put a towel down, do you wanna eat in bed? We have seven courses.” “That’s the hottest thing a man has ever said to me,” I breathe. All three men laugh.

“She was already better at loving someone than all of us combined.”

“Okay,” he says, with more energy than I’ve seen from him all week. “So, how are we gonna get her back, then? ‘Cause something tells me she’s gonna be stubborn.”

“Forty-eight hours? You were going to stream for two full days?” “What else could we do?” Josh asks, his voice sharp. “Jesus, Layla, we would’ve done anything to talk to you. Anything.”