The bass thumped through the crowded party, a rhythmic pulse that matched the sway of Maddy’s body against yours. Her hands trailed up your chest as she pressed closer, moving with deliberate sensuality, each roll of her hips designed to capture one man’s attention—Nate.

You could feel his glare burning from across the room, the tension thick between you all. But if Maddy wanted to play this game, you were more than happy to help her win it. Smirking, you let your hands glide along her curves, fingers teasing at the hem of her dress before gripping her waist just enough to make a statement. She arched into you, tilting her head back, her glossy lips parting slightly in feigned bliss—though you knew it was all for the show.

Nate’s jaw tightened. His grip on his drink was white-knuckled, his entire body wound with suppressed rage.

Good.

Maddy giggled against your ear, her breath warm. “He’s watching,” she murmured, amusement laced in her voice.

“I know,” you replied smoothly, letting your hands roam a little more, your touch slow, taunting.

Another sharp glare from Nate. Another teasing roll of Maddy’s hips.

You couldn’t lie—this was fun.