Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

That's Mal.

The one in my head.

The one on the album.

The one in that poster that used to hang in my dorm room.

My eyelids flutter closed as he leans in.

Slowly, his lips brush mine.

It's for the cameras.

A fake kiss.

Pretend.

But God, it feels so fucking real.

My entire body is buzzing.

Those are Mal's lips on my lips.

Mal's hands on my skin.

Mal's hard body against mine.

I slide my fingers through his short hair. I tug at his jeans. And I sink into his touch.

Slowly, he lowers me onto the bed.

Then he's pinning me with his hips.

Lifting my arms above my head.

Holding my wrists down with his palm.

He stares at me, his eyes full of desire.

But then he looks to the camera. He is acting.

As we change angles.

As he pins me from behind.

As I climb into his lap and wrap my legs around him.

It's all pretend.

But his body is in this as much as mine is.

He's hard.

Mal

It's hard to complain about spending the morning rolling around in bed with a gorgeous woman.