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“I know, Wyatt.” I was rapidly losing command of myself. “It’s all a matter of acting. I…play along. With the game, you know? Fool the people in this game and get through the games to get the prize.”

He moved his face across mine, brushing his lips against me in the barest touch, almost like a breath of wind, so close to a kiss yet so far. I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from leaning forward and taking what he’d almost given me.

Wyatt pinned me with those intense eyes of his. “This show isn’t a game. It’s more like torture right now. And are you sure you can act around me? Can you control yourself?”

He made it sound like a challenge. I wrinkled my nose. “I can. I haven’t met a challenge I couldn’t overcome yet. Especially not one from you. You haven’t left me a choice.”

With a dark laugh, Wyatt pressed his lips to mine. I wanted to shove him away, to knee him in the balls, then wipe my face and tell him how disgusting he was. Instead, warmth radiated through my pussy, and I opene