Your fake dating, Blake, your enemy because of your toxic ex.

Surprisingly enough this whole thing was Blake's idea.

Now after school he's at your house, because your teacher partnered you up for a project.

Suddenly your phone dings and Blake checks it.

He scoffs. "Guess who it is."

Your eyes met his. "Is it him again?"

"He wants to know exactly what the fuck you're doing with me."

You flip your hair and sigh. "He's twisted."

"No, he's just asking a question I have no issue letting you give him an answer to."

Your brow dips. "What do you mean?"

He tosses you your phone, the camera opened and a devilish grin on his lips.

"Lie on your back, get the camera ready and gimme your thigh love."

Reluctantly you obey. Lying down and giving him your tih.

His large hand takes it and cups it, his fingers pinching them as he hides his face in it.

Suddenly your body ripples with sensations as you suck in your breaths.

You feel the lave of his tongue across your inner thigh as he grips it, tugging you closer to him.

Another ding sounds as you glance at the message from your ex. "????"

Blake deepens his lingering kiss on you. "Don't keep him waiting, my love."