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Relaxed.
Unaffected.
“Faking it with my fake girlfriend. Same as for the last few days.” That smile tips to a new degree of naughty and his voice goes conspiratorially low. “Except for those few hours when I wasn’tfakinganything at all.”
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Wade
I can’t believeI’m doing this.
But hell, if Axe is right and working my inner bunny gets Harlow thinking about my body, which leads to Harlow wanting me to get naked, and that leads to Harlow wanting me to order dinner in for a night of watching movies in my arms when we’re back in Chicago, then… yeah, I’m on board.
I’ll lean into the eye contact, run my hands through my hair, and find a reason to touch my bottom lip over and over—which feels fucking ridiculous, but I gotta give Dina credit,that shit works.
As evidenced by my mom having to say Harlow’s name three times to get her attention when we first got here.
I maintain a steady flow of tips 1 through 17, mixing it up to keep things fresh. Figure out what works and what can’t really be adapted for my purposes.
Tip 6. Nope.
Tip 12.Never.
Tip 13… Hello, little stutter Harlow just gave up followed by the breathy sound of my name. While we’realonein the kitchen. Yeah, this isn’t for a crowd.
Riding my high of success, I pull out Dina’s signature move. Tip 3.
Hooking my thumb in the pocket of my jeans, I lean back against the counter and go for it. Cocking my free arm behind my head, I stretch. Hard.
It actually feels pretty good and I’d bet I do some porn-free version of it without thinking twenty times a day. Just not while I’m subtly nudging my jeans down and arching enough to ensure I flash my happy trail when my T-shirt rides up.
Yeah, I’m that guy.
I’d be ashamed except it’s hard to be humiliated when Harlow does that double take, her eyes snaring on the stretch of skin I’m “accidentally” showing off.
I’ve got that hard-cut vee thing going and the accompanying eight-pack because I’m fit as fuck and work my ass off for my career. But it’s nice to see it paying off in other areas of my life as well.
Confident my jeans are low enough, I pull my hand from my pocket and go for the gold, adding a modified Tip 7 and doing this lazy, totally calculated back-and-forth rub across my abs. In its purest form, one would run their fingers over the swells of their tits. I’ve seen this one in action plenty of times and it’s another move that gets results.
Jackpot!
Harlow’s mouth drops open to a gratifying degree.
I give my ego a mental fist bump. We’re blowing it up when I see the change.
She blinks. Lets out this delicate noise that’s something between a laugh and cough. And then her eyes narrow as they coast up my chest, past the whole tight T-shirt show, to where they lock with mine.
“Wade.”
Uh-Oh. That was not her nice “Wade.”
My arm is down in a flash and then my arms are crossing. Shit. Is that a breeze down south?
Worried I’m not only busted, but worse, I look like some toddler with my shirt riding up my belly, I unravel my arms, smooth it down, and adjust my jeans.
“Yep?”
“Can I speak to you a moment. In private.”
