Page 61 of Aim Assist

"Maybe I do."

I lean back in the chair, the ocean breeze teasing the ends of her hair. It takes everything in me not to reach out and run my fingers through it. "You'll have to guess."

"Hmm." She taps a finger against her chin, mulling it over. "I'll start with the obvious. I know you?"

I chuckle. "Of course."

"Is it..." She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear. "A username about how good you are with your hands?"

Fuck. I suppress a groan. Dominating her is great. When she decides to play, confident and sassy in that curvy body of hers? Damn. That's my kryptonite. I'll die a fortunate man under her spell. "A great idea, but no."

Amy pouts, an exaggerated moue that draws my gaze to her plump bottom lip. I want to bite it. "Sir Trixalot. Is it related to your character's name?"

"Yes." I smirk. "To an extent."

Her eyes flash. "GreenKnightGaming?" The displeasure on her face, for some reason, makes me harder.

"No."

"Good. He's an ass." She tilts her head, thinking. "You're a streamer, too. So I should recognize your name. It has to be someone I've never watched or who doesn't show their face."

The way she studies me, thinking hard. If she wore glasses, she would look like a sexy, mussed up librarian.

Maybe library sex is next on our list.

I tug her closer between my legs, resting my thighs against her hips. She throws out a few more names I don't recognize, but of course none of them are right.

Reaching up, I thread my hands through that gorgeous curly hair of hers, listening as her breathing changes.

She always has this little hitch when her breathing gets a little heavier.

"Keep guessing." My voice drops an octave, rough with desire.

"Oh, I am." She places her palms on my thighs, sliding one knee onto the chair. I watch as she slides it forward, stopping only when she's pushed up hard against my straining cock.

We're so close that our noses nearly brush. "I'm like a dog with a bone," she whispers against my lips.

I can't help it. I nudge my hips a little forward, groaning at the pressure of her knee. She's just managed to miss my balls.

That wouldn't be sexy.

But the spot her knee is hitting now? Yeah. That's sexy.

"I have a bone for you," I mutter, loving how she laughs.

We stare at each other for a charged moment, the air crackling with tension. Who takes the first step? That's always the question between us.

I want nothing more than to pull her into my lap and claim her mouth with mine.

But I resist the urge. Anticipation is half the fun.

"Keep guessing, angel." I lean back with a wink. "You'll figure it out eventually."

Amy rolls her eyes, but I catch the smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she leans in a little more. Her hands move to my shoulders as she keeps her balance. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Just cute?" Sliding my hands up her ribs, I brush my thumbs beneath her breasts. She's soft beneath my touch, and I want to sink my fingers in and really grip her beneath it all.

But I don't. The way her nose flares, her slow blinks, how that delicate pink tongue comes out to lick the side of her mouth; I can see it all.

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