Page 117 of Forbidden Game

I look down and raise my brow.

She smiles and lifts her hand to trace the scar on my temple. “Best sex ever.”

“We make a great team.”

I pick her up and carry her back to the shower so we can actually wash off this time. We take a bit longer than necessary when I pull her back to me for another make out session until she weasels her way out of my grasp. She laughs as she washes my hair and styles it in a mohawk. I earn a stern glare when I lather her body with soap and spend a little too much time cleaning her tits.

We wrap ourselves in the soft blue towels hanging on the heated rack, and she hums to herself while dotting moisturizer over her face.

Everything in this moment seems unreal, like I’m living in a video game. I would hit save on life right now just so I could come back to this scene over and over.

I feel like the luckiest man alive.

“I need an energy drink. Race you to the kitchen?” I tug on a wet strand of her hair.

“Parker, I am not racing you to the kitchen.”

“Ah. I wore you out, so you don’t have the energy. Fair enough.”

“All right, hotshot.”

Sydney darts out of the bathroom without a second glance, and I curse, running after her. She pushes out of my bedroom and rounds the corner, but I reach out and throw my hands around her waist, gripping her towel. She squeals with laughter.

Then, she squeals in horror.

And someone else squeals in horror.

I look up and get a perfect view of Aleks’ bare ass. Stevie is bent over the kitchen island before him, her golden skin on display.

“Oh, come on, mate. We eat there,” I whine.

Sydney freaks out and tries to retreat into the safety of my room. Only issue is, I’m still holding her towel, and it gets caught in the sudden movement, ripping from her body and landing on the floorboards. She screeches again and crouches down into a ball to cover herself.

In an effort to save her from her sheer nudity, I throw my own towel over her.

Which…in hindsight…does not improve the situation that much.

In fact, I think Aleks might be more mad as he turns around to glare at me while blocking Stevie from view.

“Stop looking at my naked girlfriend!” he shouts, cupping his junk to hide it.

“Stop looking at my naked girlfriend!” I throw back, not bothering to hide anything.

“Seriously. You’re both naked!” Stevie huffs over Aleks’ shoulder.

I avert my gaze from her anyway and instead watch as Sydney subtly crawls back to my bedroom in the midst of the chaos.

“Clearly, I’m late to the party.” Jackson’s deep voice reverberates around us. “Not really sure I wanted to be invited though. Orgies aren’t really my thing.”

He stands in the hallway, leaning against the wall. A pair of rumpled black jeans dangle from his hands. He throws them in Aleks’ direction, who grabs them midair with one hand.

“Thanks.” He nods. “Mind tossing Stevie’s stuff as well?”

Jackson laughs but bends to pick up more of the discarded clothes littering our floor.

“None of you were supposed to be home,” I mutter, watching them all.

Assholes ruined everything. Here I was, about to have a fantastic afternoon with my cute girlfriend cuddled against me, and instead, I’m standing in my kitchen naked with my roommates.

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