My name.
Over her un-fucking-mistakable pebbled nipples.
Ishouldbe concerned about the wicked glint in her eyes. But my brain? PRE. OC. U. PIED.
Her hair falls in wild waves, one side pulled back with a pink hibiscus flower, and those lips—fuck me—glossed in pink like she’s begging to be kissed. Or maybe they want to be wrapped around my—
It takes me a second to realize… I haven’t blinked. Or breathed. Or remembered how to form words. My mouth feels as if I’ve been gargling sand.
That sly grin tugging at the corner of her lips tells me she’s fully aware of her effect on me. Either that, or she’s admiring my shirt design of rhinos getting frisky.
“What?” She blinks innocently. “You don’t like it? I’m wearing your merch like the good fake girlfriend I am.” She does a slow twirl, and—fuck me—hot-pink lace flashes under her tantalizing mini skirt.
“Exactly!” Gordon’s eyes rake over her as if she’s the merchandise. “Looking like a whole snack, gorgeous!”
I grip my phone so hard it cracks a little.
“So dish! What’s the next viral moment from my favorite power couple? We need something bigger! Spicier! More—” he chef-kisses the air “—marketable!”
“That’s up to Reece. He’s the boss, after all. He decides what gets initiated.” Her eyes lock with mine. “He doesn’t like it whenIinitiate things.”
First shot fired—she’s coming in hot. Direct hit!
“We’ll figure something out.”
“That’s my boy! Just remember—” Gordon wags his finger, “keep it advertiser-friendly! This isn’t OnlyFans!” He swivels his attention to Cam—a shark smelling blood. “And, camera gir—I mean, Cam. We need to talk contracts. Legal’s drafting something big. I’ve got your whole schedule mapped out when you get back.”
Her expression flickers. Unease.Does she seem panicked?
“But Gordon, after this… Remember the email about my—”
“Exposure is everything! This is the big leagues, and when the algorithm gives you a gift, you jack that bull off until he’s shooting blanks, comprende?”
The light dims in Cam’s eyes. I watch her shoulders tense. She’s being strong-armed into extending this lie, and I’m the useless asshole letting it happen.
“We gotta go. Livestream’s starting.”
“Remember to keep that money train—”
I end the call. Silence stretches between us.
The waves pound against the shore, the bonfire crackles, and the humid night air clings to my skin like a punishment.
“Cam—”
“Save it. Let’s do our job and give Gordon his content.”
She’s furious.And fuck, she has every right to be.
“I won’t touch you.”
“Wise choice. You’re not ready to see what happens if you try.”
I pull out my phone, hitGo Live, and—POOF—transform into YouTuber Reece faster than Peter Parker slipping on his Spidey suit.
“What’s up, DareSquad! Coming at you live from this insane beach bonfire with my beautiful—”
“Who wants to play a GAME?” Her smile is pure mischief.
