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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She flipped through the channels but couldn't find anything interesting, so she randomly stopped on a Korean drama. Regardless of the plot, at least the show featured handsome men and beautiful women, which was quite pleasing to the eyes. As the show played on, it reached a scene where the main characters were getting intimate. Kissing, undressing... Scarlett instinctively looked away. This didn't seem appropriate to watch with Wayne. This is so freaking awkward. Scarlett bent down to grab the remote, hoping to change the channel. But just as she reached out, Wayne got to it first. She looked up. He stared at her, "Don't you like watching this?"

My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink. “Mav—” My protest dissolved as he deepened the kiss, his hand braced on the counter beside me while the other skimmed down my side, slipping beneath the loose hem of my pajama top. My skin burned where his fingers brushed. “You taste better than breakfast,” he murmured against my mouth, and before I could even process the line, his hand was sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my pajama bottoms. My whole body went still. “Wait, what are you—”

Marc slipped his hand from her cheeks to to back of her head, pulling her in. Without any hesitation, Lisa leaned in, letting him taste her. She sucked on his tongue and a wave of comfort washed over her. Marked traced his hand down to the small of her back, then to the side of her dress. Pulling the zipper down, he held her tightly as the dressed slipped between them to her feet, she stepped out of it, not letting of his mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt one at a time. Letting out a sigh of arousal, her back arched against the door, touching his shaft.