Page 32 of Pro Gamer's Aim

Fuck. The innuendo hits me like a punch to the gut. I shift in my seat, desire coiling tight in my belly. "Careful, bunny." My voice is a low rasp. "Keep this up and I might have to bend you over this table."

"Promise?"

A growl rumbles in my chest. "Behave. Or you won't be able to sit for a week."

She bites her lip, eyes hooded. Temptress. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.

I inhale deeply, trying to rein myself in. As much as I'd love to make good on that threat, I'm trying to be a gentleman. A boyfriend. I'd surprised her with a home-cooked meal—okay, I forgot sides for the meat, but my brain was otherwise occupied—instead of a date out, figuring it would be more romantic.

It worked. I don't want to ruin that by having her think all I want to do is slide my cock between her thighs every time I see her.

She's more than just sex.

"Finish your food," I say gruffly.

She pouts but obeys, cutting into her steak with renewed vigor. I watch the fork disappear between her lips, transfixed and wondering what else I can put in that pretty mouth.

Down boy. I clear my throat and focus on my own plate. But it's hard to concentrate on anything besides the enticing woman across from me. The one who's steadily dismantling all my defenses. Worming her way under my skin and into my heart.

It should scare me. Should send me running for the hills. I'm not really a relationship kind of guy. Never have been. I was too busy as H.E.L.I.O.S. to have time for a woman.

But with Sam... it's different. She's different.

I want more than just a quick fuck.

I want lazy Sundays tangled in bed sheets. Stolen kisses over morning coffee. Laughter echoing through the halls of our home.

Our home. Fuck. When did I start thinking of it as ours? It's been less than twenty-four hours of her under my skin, and I'm ready to devote my entire life to her.

And I'm okay with that.

Wild.

I glance at Sam, watching as she slips Milo another piece of steak. The tender smile on her face as she coos at the mutt. The way the sunlight gilds her hair.

She's beautiful. Inside and out. And I'm completely, utterly fucked because I've already fallen for her, hard and fast, with no end in sight. I'm not fighting it. I'm diving in headfirst, consequences be damned.

Sam looks up, catching me staring. She arches a brow. "What?"

"Nothing." I shake my head, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Just thinking about how lucky I am."

Her expression softens, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Charmer."

"Only for you, bunny." Only for her.

She reaches across the table, tangling our fingers together. Her hand is so small in mine. Delicate. But there's a strength in her grip. A surety.

Like she knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants... is me.

I squeeze her hand, marveling at how right it feels. How perfectly we fit together.

In this moment, everything seems so clear. So simple.

I'm hers. And she's mine.

The rest? We'll figure it out as we go.

Together.

The End!

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