She bites her lip. “Thank you. You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself.”
I rear back with a groan, clutching my chest like I’m mortally wounded. “Not too hard on the eyes? You can do better than that, can’t you?”
Megan shrugs, a teasing grin on her lips. “Maybe I like what I see.”
“You want to see more?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
She laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”
I tease her a bit more through dinner, giving the cameras what they want, and finally—fucking finally—they pack up and leave us alone.
As soon as they’re gone, I drop my hand to Megan’s bare thigh. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone? Fuck, Megan, I’ve had my eye on you since the first day in the house. You’re so fucking sexy, so gorgeous. And your sassy attitude kind of does it for me.”
Now it’s her turn to taunt me. “Oh really? Like me telling you that I think you’re all bark and no bite?”
I lean in, sinking my teeth into her bare shoulder. “Believe me, I can definitely bite if that’s what you like.”
Her eyes flare with heat, and I wonder just how kinky this girl might be if she’d let herself go. I want to be the one to make her let go. To free her from whatever has kept her from enjoying the more pleasurable things in life.
“Ready for dessert?” I ask, my eyes twinkling.
She must remember my reference to dessert last night because her lips curve up in a sexy as fuck little smirk. “What do you have in mind?”
I wink at her. “I was thinking something warm and creamy.”
Megan
I lean back in the limo into the warmth of Madden’s arms. Dinner was amazing, even if he is absolutely crazy with his flirting. I can’t lie, though. I like it. He brings out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. Something a little wild and crazy. Different from the passion that Tristan evokes in me, but just as potent.
These two have me all tangled up. How is it possible to want two men at the same time? After being with Tristan all day, I thought it would be strange being with Madden tonight. But it wasn’t. I had just as much fun. Just in a different way.
Right now I feel totally relaxed. Probably because there aren’t any cameras in here to record us. I can just be myself.
Thinking back to what he asked earlier—what do I want—I suddenly want to tell him. I shift to face him on the seat, and his arm remains firmly around my waist.
“I wasn’t totally honest with you earlier,” I say, watching his expression closely.
“About what?” he responds, his voice cautious, overly casual.
“About what I want.”
He feigns shock. “What? You’re telling me you aren’t into biting after all? Because, Megan, if that’s the case…” He trails off, that teasing smirk firmly in place.
I shake my head, grinning. “No, I’m talking about the game.”
He sits and waits for me to continue.
“I’m not really looking for love.” I say it like a confession. “That’s just what Maya tells me to say for the cameras.”
He chuckles. “You mean you don’t think that you can go on a reality show and find true love?”
“You mock me, Madden, but you know as well as I do that Biggest Licker is definitely not about finding your one true love.”
“Maybe not,” he allows, “but I don’t think everyone is necessarily there for the same reason.”
“Like you?” I tease. “You’re just there to see how many virgins you can impale with that love rod of yours.”
He laughs for real at that, shaking his head. “Love rod, Megan?”