His stare shifted to a man and a woman on the other end of the couch; the man was shirtless and the woman just took her top off. Kyle blinked at the exposed breasts. “Um… There’s live porn, too.”
I laughed, tracking the couple’s steamy gestures. The man was already out of his pants. “Yup. They’re gonna hump right in front of everyone.”
“Oh God.” Kyle’s head tilted, his hand up to his eyes shielding them. “And you like to come here because…?”
My stomach flipped when Mike gripped the blonde’s ass as she dry-fucked him. “Definitely not because of the live porn.” I emptied my glass and set it on the table in front of me. “Let’s dance.”
“Sure.” Kyle offered his arm, and we rose. He guided me to a dimly lit corner of the dance floor, away from the writhing bodies. A Latin rhythm got my hips moving. His glazed eyes lusted after me as his hands slid around my hips. “Easy, Mags. A few more moves like that and we might be the stars of our own live porn.”
I giggled, pushing my body against his. “Ooh.” I bit my bottom lip mischievously as I felt his need for me. “How about we do just that?”Mike shouldn’t be the only one enjoying himself.
Kyle’s cheeks reddened as I bent him to my mouth, his gasps loud. He pulled away quickly and spun me across the floor, his gaze reprimanding.
“Pussy!” I twirled back to him. Then I turned, rubbing my hips against his front, my hands all over his body. He grew harder with my every move.
My glance flickered at the semicircular couch. Mike no longer had the blonde on him, his eyes on the dance floor, his expression somber. He blinked away when I caught him looking.
Yeah, I’m no longer a Kiddo, Superstar. I’ll be sexy with my boyfriend all I want.
I flipped my hair and swayed harder with Kyle, my eyes closed, pushing away all the feelings I should never be feeling, not now, not ever. I just couldn’t help it. I wish I could have. I was torturing myself for no good reason. Mike and I would never happen. I was a kid to him. He didn’t see me that way. Even if he did, I’d never look like any of the women he dated, and even if he wasn’t that superficial, there were other million reasons why we shouldn’t even try.
When I opened my eyes, Mike’s spot on the couch was empty. I turned and found him next to me. My hand lifted to stifle a gasp.
He glanced at Kyle. “Do you mind if I steal her for just one dance?”
It struck me that Mike behaved, so I teased. “Actually, we’re about to go home.” I grinned, pushing my weight on Kyle and lacing my fingers behind his neck.
“I’m not gonna see you for at least another month. I just wanna say goodbye,” Mike muttered, rubbing his forehead.
My hands dropped, my smile slipping away. Kyle planted a quick kiss on my cheek. “I’ll go get our things. I need a minute to catch my breath anyway.”
Mike held out his hand, and I took it. “You’re leaving again?” My heart squeezed at the words.
He nodded with his lips pursed. “Tokyo premiere, then another promotion tour around Europe, then Newark. We’re shooting after the holidays, and we need to prep.”
“I thought you’d stay a little longer this time. You were away too long already.” I only just got him back.
The music shifted into a slower song, and he placed his hand on the small of my back. “You know how things can be.”
I nodded once. Maybe it was for the best. How it should be. Because every time he was here, my life got upside down, and I broke every promise I’d made to myself. I must accept that I was weak around my best friend, and despite how important he was to me, Mike Gennaro was really bad for me.
“You look stunning tonight, by the way.”
“Thanks.” No compliment could put me in a good mood now.
He drew me closer into his arms, his gaze intense. He seemed to be holding his breath.
“What?”
His lips twitched before he spoke. “Come with me.”
“Huh?”
“I know this isn’t the premiere I’m supposed to take you to, butEverlastingdoesn’t actually suck.” Before I could object, he added, “And you’d love Japan. I promise we’ll have so much fun.”
“You’re crazy.” So was I, because I really wanted to say yes.
“Why?”
