Page 24 of Pro Gamer's Aim

He's kind of cute, in a doggy kind of way.

"Well, well. Looks like you two are friends now." Sam props a hip against the counter with a smile.

"We've reached an understanding." I straighten up and pull her into my arms. "I tolerate him peeing on my shoes, he tolerates me ravishing his mom. Fair trade."

She swats my chest, cheeks pinking. "Ravishing? Seriously?"

I flash her a wolfish grin. "Just calling it like I see it."

"Uh-huh." She pokes a finger into my chest. "For the record, there will be no ravishing until after coffee."

"On a scale of light ravishing to a full ravishing, what level of liberties may I take before coffee?"

"Kisses, but only if you don't have terrible morning breath."

"Duly noted." I release her to grab mugs, admiring the way my shirt skims her thighs. "How do you take it?"

"A whole cup full of cream, two sugars, and a dash of coffee."

I stare at her in consternation, and she laughs. "Seriously though, fill it up with a ton of creamer. If you think it's too much, add more."

I doctor her coffee and pass it over, then pour my own. For a few minutes we just sip in comfortable silence, exchanging heated glances over the rims of our mugs. The charge between us hasn't lessened. If anything, it's stronger in the light of day.

Sam's the first one to break.

She sets her mug down and steps closer, smoothing her hands up my bare chest. I shudder at her touch, at the way she explores my skin so freely.

All I want to do is turn her around and fuck her against the stove, but I'm trying to be a gentleman she can fall in love with, and not a horny bastard who happens to live next door.

"You know," she says casually, "I seem to recall that I never got any rewards for the first two kills last night. It doesn't seem fair."

I raise my eyebrows. "Oh, you want to collect, do you?"

She lifts onto her toes, her breasts pressing against my chest as she brings her mouth to my ear.

"What can I say? You made a very compelling offer."

Fuck. I wrap my arms around her and lift her up, pinning her to the fridge. She yelps and then laughs, legs locking around my waist.

"Well, when you put it like that..." I nuzzle into her throat, nipping at her racing pulse. "Guess I better pay up."

Her fingers delve into my hair, nails raking my scalp. I groan and seek her lips, losing myself in her drugging kisses.

I'm already hard. She arches against me, eager and responsive, and the sweet heat behind her panties is torture as I rock my hips against her. I could kiss her for hours, for days, and never get enough.

Just as I'm convinced I'm going to fulfill my fuck-her-over-a-stove fantasy, a bark interrupts us.

She breaks away from me, flushed and breathing hard. Milo wags his tail, tongue lolling in a doggy grin. Sam giggles and drops her head to my shoulder.

"He has terrible timing."

"The worst." I set her down reluctantly, wondering how much she'd hate me if I were to flambe her dog. "To be continued?"

"Definitely." She stretches up to peck my lips. "Let me go get changed. I don't want to meet the repairmen in just your shirt."

Good point. I'd rather her not meet them at all, but she'd be less than impressed if I were to start acting like a possessive caveman.

"Meet you back here in twenty?" I know she brought clothes with her, but I'm happy to have her leave them here and get new ones from home.

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