Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

It’s my chance to strike. “I’ll post it on Facebook. Tag you. That’s it.” I cross my fingers behind my back. “Maybe make one little suggestive comment.”

“‘Just finished fucking my boyfriend. His ex is missing out on his generosity.’”

“I was thinking ‘massive cock,’ but that’s good too.” Generosity. He’s generous. As in he wants to eat me out. I mean, not me, but…

“Leigh?”

“Are you generous?”

“Not discussing this.”

“I’m going to take that as a no.”

“Your call.” His eyes narrow. It’s a drop it, now.

Fine. Pushing him is only going to push him away. “Just come here and pose for the proper picture with me.” I motion to the ground on your knees.

He laughs. “Subtle.”

“Thanks.” I motion to the ground again. “I’m waiting.”

His smile spreads over his cheeks. He moves closer. Joins me on the selfie side of the phone. “What’s this accomplish?”

“A reaction.”

“Yeah.”

I rest my head against his chest. Look to the camera with a smile.

He stares at the cell.

Click.

I look up at him. Stare into his eyes like he’s the only thing I want.

No, he is the only thing I want.

But he can’t know that.

He stares back at me, his blue eyes curious, his expression soft.

Click.

“One more,” I whisper.

He nods. Leans

forward. Brushes my hair behind my ear.

My eyelids press together. My head tilts to one side. I let out a soft sigh.

Click.

His eyes find mine. “You doing this now?”

“No time like the present.”

He watches as I pull up Facebook. Pick the perfect three pictures—the hottest one of him, the most flattering one of me, the cutest one of us together—and add a caption. Ryan always makes me sweat.