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in silence seemed worse.
    “What, and break one of your rules?” he whispered into her ear. “No, Dirty Girl, I kept my mouth shut about your fabulous pussy.”
    She swallowed a blistering breath. Apparently that nickname was sticking, as were his abdomen-twisting words. She would have told him to stop, if she could get her lips to move. But something about the way he spoke, about being known that way to someone, sent prickles of steamy electricity between her trembling legs.
    “What about you—you and Cynthia get up to your old tricks?”
    “No,” she replied quickly, “I didn’t say anything.” She hadn’t, not literally anyway.
    “Gideon has his own stuff going on.”
    Valerie leaned in closer. “Does it involve Georgia?”
    “Secrets are secrets for a reason,” he said, laying his pointer finger on her lips.
    That finger. She remembered where it had been earlier, where she couldn’t wait for it to be again. He pulled it away, put his hands in his back pockets.
    “You have secrets, too.” His eyes roamed over her face. He was so much taller now that she had sneakers on instead of her heels. If he pulled her into an embrace, her head would hit right at the center of his chest, that mouthwateringly taut chest. She never would have thought of it B.F . but now their closeness made her want more closeness, made her crave it like an addict.
    She forced herself to look away. God did she ever have secrets. Number one was that she’d never come close to experiencing anything like what had happened between them, and Cock-fucius help her, she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

Chapter Six
    Alec was not a sportsman, and even after brushing his teeth and a shower, he could still sense Valerie all over him. Having her near him now was not helping his game. She was attached to him, literally—by rope at the ankles and the edge of his torso by his arm as they ran toward the next obstacle. His goal was supposed to be hitting that far-off cone, but as her curves banked tight against him, his only aim was getting through this fucking maze so he could touch her again, taste her again.
    Reece seemed to be using anything she could think of to keep them busy, like they were children who would misbehave if they weren’t given something to occupy them at every moment—idle hands, and all that.
    Maybe she was right. Look where the activity his classmates had come up with last night had brought him. To Valerie riding his mouth like it was a mechanical bull, her legs spread wide while she filled him with her musky juice, while she begged for it. Fuck, if they were alone right now…
    But they weren’t. The whole group of his classmates littered the lawn behind the hotel in potato sacks, or attached like he and Valerie were, or preparing for a tug-of-war. All of them seemed, at least for the moment, even younger than they had in high school.
    There had been the initial rush of attention when he arrived that morning, hugs and back slaps and selfies. People who didn’t even know he existed in high school fawning about how much they loved his music. He was used to the swarms; they happened a lot. And he’d expected this one.
    What he hadn’t expected was Val standing next to him giving the people who gave him crap in high school—for wearing the same clothes he wore the day before, or being wrapped in a jacket on the hottest of days—crap right back.
    “Amazing how fame makes a person worth your time,” she said to a group of giggling women who’d been on the cheerleading squad as they each took their turn giving him a too-long hug. “At least he has a name tag on so you don’t have to ask,” she added when the crowd kept squeezing without pause.
    They might have been able to brush off Valerie’s outburst, but he heard her loud and clear. Her words weren’t jealous, they were protective. She was his best friend and these women were fake bitches and she wanted them to know it.
    “What’s with Val?” one of them