Take Two by Laurelin Paige

flinched slightly. “You don’t know that. He doesn’t want to show you Breckenridge. He wants to show you what’s in his pants. And I guarantee it’s not much.”
    “Whatever, Micah.” She was not going back to a conversation about pants. That only led to thoughts of what was inside Micah’s pants. And she had already thought about and touched —God, did she really do that?— his love muscle way too much for one night. Correction, too much for one day.
    And now she was thinking about his dick again, hard and inside her. Did she really have to give this up?
    It was as if he sensed her resolve breaking. “Come on, I’d make it fun.” He gave his most devilish grin—the one that made Maddie weak in the knees and slippery in her panties. He lowered his voice as Sam and a few of the spectators returned to the table. “I think I’ve demonstrated that in the past, haven’t I?”
    Maddie’s belly tightened at the soft, seductive quality of his voice. Dammit. She had planned for the evening to go one way: handjob then blow off. Instead he had complicated things with “just friends”, wandering hands, and an invitation to spend their day off together. She no longer had a hold on what was up or down with Micah Preston. What she did know was that a daytrip spent with Sam would pale in comparison to one spent with the hot piece of meat next to her, though Sam would certainly be safer. Well, somewhat safer—he would likely make advances of his own, but Maddie could handle him. Not necessarily true with Micah. She was befuddled.
    “I totally thought she had you,” Fudge said. “Excellent final play.”
    “Thanks, man.” Sam slid in next to Maddie.
    Maddie turned toward Sam, distancing herself from Micah. “So you won?”
    “I kicked her four-foot-eight ass.”
    “Four foot eight and a half, thank you very much,” Chloe corrected, sitting along with Fudge on the other side of Micah.
    “Next time, I’d love to have you there to cheer me on.” Sam put his hand over Maddie’s on the table.
    Ah, crap. He was totally into her. And going alone with him to the film festival would likely give him ideas about them as a couple which would totally be misleading because she was not jumping baby-face Sam. No, she couldn’t do that to him.
    But it was Micah that made her decide to compromise. She glanced at him when Sam took her hand, expecting to see an I-told-you-so look on his face. Instead, he’d let his mask slip for the slightest of moments, and underneath the hot actor exterior she saw a lonely, yearning man.
    It tugged at her heart and before she could think too much about it she slipped her hand out from under Sam’s and said, “Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited Micah to go with us to the festival tomorrow.”
    “And Fudge,” Micah said, not missing a beat. He winked at her.
    “Yes, and Fudge. That’s not a problem, is it?”
    “Uh, no, of course not.” Sam’s disappointment was evident but he recovered quickly. “Is there anyone else who wants to go? I can seat one more.”
    “Hell, I’ll go,” Chloe said. “We could take the van I rented. I could fit one more.”
    Joe reached for the hoodie next to Micah, wobbling as he did. “Awesome. I’ll join you. Might as well see what crap the next gen of filmmakers is working on. Which means I need to get to bed. I might have had a little more to drink than I thought.”
    The bunch agreed to call it a night. Phone numbers were exchanged and specific times set for those meeting in the morning. Maddie trembled as she handed her phone to Micah for him to enter his info. His number. She tried not to let that thought excite her.
    The waitress brought over the final tab. Micah grabbed it first, then pulled out a gold American Express and returned it to her.
    “It’s on me,” he said.
    Surprised and grateful “thank yous” passed among the lot. “Thanks, man, that was really nice of you,” Sam said. “You’re welcome back