Page 60 of Beg Me

“Ours. I told her we’d take care of it. But now we need to find someone else to play the piano.”

“Okay, well, we’ll find someone else who can play the piano. Let me call the school tomorrow …”

Jory points at himself. “I play the piano,” he says quietly.

I raise a brow, certain he’s screwing with me.

“I do. I mean, just saying,” he says.

“Mira, hang on.” I hold the phone at my hip. “You play the piano? For real?”

“Yup.”

My eyes roll. “Of course you do.”

He chuckles.

“Would you like to play the wedding march thing for Audrey’s wedding next weekend?” I ask. “It’s in a barn just outside of town. Thirty people, give or take, will be there. She just wants it played live as a tribute to her grandmother, and we can’t find anyone who can play.”

“Do you have a keyboard?” he asks. “Preferably a full-size one.”

“Um, yes,” I say, trying to remember exactly what Cathy mentioned that she could get her hands on. “We do, and I think it’s a full-size one, but I can check.”

He nods, shrugging. “Sure. If it helps, and the bride doesn’t mind a random guy playing at her wedding, I can do it.”

I bring the phone back to my ear. “Pianist secured. What else do we need?”

Jory reaches out slowly, his palms gripping my waist. Our gazes meet, and when they do, I can nearly hear the crackle of energy in the air.

Instantly, I’m soaked. Whether it’s from imagining him playing the piano, the look in his eyes, or the way his hands caress my hips before they run down the sides of my legs, I’m ready to end this call and refocus on him.

“I’ll tell you what I need,” he whispers, his eyes locked on mine. He toys with the edge of my dress, silently asking permission to lift it. When I smirk, his fingertips dip beneath the fabric.

Jory’s Adam’s apple bobs as his skin brushes mine. I try to play it cool and pretend that I’m not affected by his touch, that I’m not dying for him to move his hands higher. But the shiver that dances along my spine as he slides his palms up the front of my thighs gives me away.

He lifts a brow, pleased with himself.

I have no idea what Mira says, but I answer her anyway. “That’s too bad. It was offered only yesterday, but it was turned down.”

The corner of Jory’s mouth tips toward the ceiling.

“That makes no sense, Markie,” Mira says.

“It does. Trust me,” I say, sucking in a harried breath as his hands roll over my hips and onto my bare ass.

His eyes widen. “Are you for real right now?”

“Sometimes it’s good to know what you could’ve had,” I say into the phone, confusing the hell out of my sister, and backing away from Jory. “There are times when you just have to react and not hesitate.”

He makes no effort to hide his erection as he adjusts it with his hand. It’s also obvious by the way he’s looking at me that he knows I’m using his words from practice against him.

“I can’t do this with you,” Mira says. “But I hope it was helpful in doing whatever debaucherous thing you’re up to right now.”

My gaze falls to Jory’s crotch and the proof of his attraction to me. Gianna will be happy to hear that her prediction was correct. It’ll definitely choke a girl.

“That sounds great,” I say. “Call me tomorrow. But not early.”

She laughs. “Understood. Bye, Markie.”