Kaz lifts a hand, stopping them.
They lower their cameras, like obedient subjects obeying the command of their king.
A niggling thought enters my mind at the sight of the eager paparazzi.
Was that kiss all for show?
Was Kaz that good at pretending?
Was that PDA a fuck you to his dad for coming on to me?
I bring my fingers to my puffy lips.
That kiss felt so real.
My chest ached with something I can’t quite name.
The elevator doors open, and he drags me inside.
The second the door closes, he comes and stands in front of me, caging me against the wall.
I stare up at him, panting, excited and aroused.
“Sparks were flying out there.” He taps the tips in my nose. “You responded so beautifully to my kiss.”
My racing heart is so loud in my ears.
“Well, you’re a pretty darn good kisser,” I say.
He holds my gaze for a beat.
“You keep coming to my defense, Goldilocks.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Given I’m twice your size, it should be the other way around. You’re tiny, but mighty.”
“I was channeling my‘Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner’moment.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Your what?”
I grip the lapels of his jacket. “No one messes with my fake boyfriend. No one.” I pull him closer to me, get on my tiptoes, and kiss the daylights out of him.
He lifts me up in his arms, pressing my back against the wall, and he ratchets the kiss tenfold. He holds me, big hands palming my ass.
“Oh, God, Kaz,” I say against his mouth.
“Fuck, Harley.”
I shiver against him as my pulse shoots off into the stratosphere.
He squeezes my ass cheeks hard, which does something insane to my clit.
If he does that again, I swear I’ll come in his arms.
Everything spins like I’m on an enchanted merry-go-round.
The elevator comes to a halt, and I squeal.
Kaz eases me to my feet, but not before the door opens.
Four pairs of wide eyes study us.
