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“What about what?”

“Nothing.” Her ass lifts up and drops back down onto my cock.

“So, what’s your favorite sexual position?” I take ahold of her hips, and this time, I move her back and forth, controlling her, and she gasps as I center her directly on my hardness.

“Excuse me?” she asks, her jaw dropping.

“What? I should know that information, right?”

“No one’s going to ask us that.”

“Maybe my sisters will.”

“Number one, your sisters know this is a fake relationship, and number two, that would be really weird.”

I chuckle. “True. Maybe I just want to know.”

“Maybe I like it when I’m on top,” she says softly. “Maybe I like it when I’m riding a guy. Would you like it if I was riding you?” She brings her ass back and forth so that I can feel the pressure of her on me. “You’re not going to answer me, Brett?”

Instead of answering her, I lift her up and turn her around so that she’s now facing me and straddling my legs, a knee on either side of my waist. I grab her hips and bounce her up and down.

“You mean like this?” I grunt as we just stare at each other.

She says nothing, but instead, she positions herself over my now-very-stiff cock. She shifts back and forth and pushes me back into the couch, her breasts rubbing against my chest.

“What are you doing?” I grunt as she dry-humps me.

“What you wanted me to do. What’s your favorite position, Brett?” She licks the side of my face as I hold her still.

“I can show you.”

I pull her off of me and put her on the couch, leaning her forward with her ass in the air. I then come up behind her and shift her ass back into my crotch.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say doggy style,” I say as I thrust into her. “I like to be behind a woman, thrusting deep and hard inside her while I pull her hair, and then I can reach between her legs and rub her clit and play with her tits. Fuck, a woman loves it when you’ve got your hands all over her while you’re fucking her.”

I reach around and lightly rub her breast before thrusting into her again. She moans slightly as the tip of my cock pushes against her through my shorts and into her thin leggings. I can tell from the damp spot between her legs that she’s turned on. I grab her and sit her back onto the couch next to me.

Her face is a deep, bright red, and she looks at me with shock and lust.

“What? You didn’t think I could be dirty as well?”

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to say all those things”—she licks her lips and shifts—“or to dry-hump me.”

“What were you expecting, Rosie?” I adjust my cock. “Maybe we got a bit carried away.”

“Speak for yourself. I wasn’t affected by any of it.”

“I know if I slipped my fingers into your panties right now, they’d be soaking wet,” I say, wiggling my fingers.

“You can think whatever you want to think.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, then leans forward and kisses me. “Or,” she whispers against my lips, “you can tell yourself that because it might make you feel better about the fact that you’re super hard right now.”

She rubs her fingers over my crotch, and I have nothing to say to that because we both know she can feel it.

“Why does this feel like a game of cat and mouse?” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair. “Why does this feel like we’re both in way over our heads?”

“I don’t know. I can tell you still want me, and I want you, but we have to remember this is an act. You want a good guy like Marcus, and I want …”

“You know what? You are right.” She jumps off the couch and grabs her phone.