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Taking her hand from my leg, I interlock our fingers.
“David is my reality husband, by the way. He’s my number one.”
“Really? So he’d be your celebrity free pass?”
“Can you blame me?”
“I mean, if rock hard abs and a chiseled jawline are your thing…” I snicker.
Cami looks over at me. “You’re quite comparable.”
“Am I? Would I still be in the running to win your heart then?”
“Yeah. I mean…” She shrugs casually. “Probably.”
“Probably?” I remark, bringing my hands to her sides and tickling her.
“Stop!” She laughs, collapsing on the couch. I tower over her, digging my fingers under her arms.
Bringing my mouth to hers, I brush it softly without quite kissing her. “That’s what you get for making me watch this ridiculous show.”
She pushes me until we’re both sitting again. “It’s payback, so deal with it.”
I smirk, knowing she enjoyed that crazy documentary even if she’s denying it.
“I love how everyone’s in their bathing suits, showing off ninety-five percent of their bodies, and this guy waltzes in looking like Jesus.”
“Just wait till he takes off the hat…”
He finally does, and I nearly choke when he reveals his bun and starts taking it down. “So that’s me? I’m Jesus.”
Cami laughs. “Well, I imagine there’s a lot of Oh my Gods in bed with you.”
I nearly blush, but I don’t tell her that. “I might actually like that guy.” Then the scene continues. “Okay, then. Never mind…” I say when Jesus claims he doesn’t believe in monogamy and wants to spread his seed to as many women as possible.
“He’s Jesus on the outside, but the devil on the inside.” Cami chuckles.
“Okay, this show is making us dumb, and it’s only been ten minutes.” I groan.
“It’s about the journey. You’re supposed to see their growth throughout, so of course they all look like morons in the beginning.”
“The best part of this is the narrator’s jokes. Even she knows it’s ridiculous.”
“She’s actually a comedian and is pretty funny. No one is there to explain to them what’s going on—that we see anyway—so they’ll meet their virtual host soon,” she explains.
“So how long until one of them breaks the rules?”
“Keep watching…”
More time passes, and my brain cells start to dissolve. There’s a dressing room where they get ready and do their hair and of course, gossip.
“What are they supposed to do all day? What are they preparing for?”
Cami glares at me, and I shrug. I thought those were valid questions…
“Did he really just say four weeks was considered a long-term relationship? Oh my God, I can’t.” My head falls back in agony, groaning as we continue watching. “Wait. She climbed on his lap after just meeting him. Oh shit, now they’re kissing!”
“It’s technically not breaking the rules because the ban hasn’t started yet,” Cami explains.
“Because they just arrived!” I hold out my hand. “This is absurd.”
“Have you never watched a reality show before? They go from zero to sixty in an hour. That’s the whole premise, and why there’s so much entertainment value in trash TV.”
“During this quarantine, I’m going to introduce you to quality entertainment. I’ll do this one little game with you, but afterward, we’re onto better shit.”
“We’ll see, we’ll see…” She grins. “You might be a fan after the eighth episode.”
“Eight?” I raise my brows. “Seriously?”
“That’s how many there are total. They’re only like forty-five minutes long. We can binge the whole series by dark.”
Blowing out a slow breath, I brush my fingers over my jawline.
“That dude just said, ‘there are plenty more days left for her to choose the right guy,’ and if that wasn’t my teenage brain every time I saw you with some idiot, I don’t know what was.” I laugh as she blushes, and soon, we’re cracking up.
“So you’re saying you’re the one for me? The right one?”
“I’ve known forever. Just been waiting for you to catch up.”
“Am I allowed to kiss you yet?” She looks at me and bites her lip.
“Not until the contestants start breaking the rules…”
She rolls her eyes, trying her hardest to be mad.
“Okay, I think I know why that girl’s your favorite,” I tease after a twist in the show is announced. She immediately elbows me in the rib cage, and I choke out a laugh. “If she’s challenged to wash or cook, she knows she’s fucked and won’t win the prize money.”
“Excuse you, I did cook this morning! For you, might I add.”
I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “And it was delicious.”
The first episode finally ends, and as we get previews of the next, I know we’re gonna be taking several shots.
“Should I start pouring the vodka now?”
As expected, the first rule break comes ten minutes into the show.
“Ready?” I grab the bottle, pour the liquid, then hand her one of the glasses. We clink them together before shooting it down.
Next, I grab Cami’s face and capture her lips with mine. She sinks into my chest, moaning as our tongues collide. Heat builds between us as our hands slide over each other, and I feel goose bumps cover her soft skin. Cami keeps our tongues fused as she climbs over my legs and straddles me, then wraps her arms around my neck. She rocks her hips and grinds against my cock, making me harder and desperate for more.
