Page 107 of Vicious Little Games

Now she actually frowns up at me. “So, you want to use my hair as a rein like I'm a fucking horse.”

“Yes.”

She rolls her pale green eyes. “That's ridiculous.”

“Well, it’s true. And now it's your turn. Why are you attracted to me? Other than my big dick and the fact that I’m ‘handsome enough.’” When she bites her lip in thought, but doesn’t speak, I take a guess. “I bet you like my height.”

She shrugs. “I guess being tall isn't unattractive.”

Leaning down, I swipe my tongue up her neck, making her shiver. “Admit it, you like tall, physically imposing men who are bigger than you.”

“Okay, fine.”

“What else?” I ask, nipping at her shoulder.

“You're...pretty.”

That has me rearing back to stare down at her. “Pretty?”

“Like more than handsome. Pretty. Your face is not feminine or anything. It's just perfectly symmetrical and you have nice eyes.”

“Your pale green eyes are stunning,” I reply, wanting to move away from her pretty comment. “They get darker when you're pissed off or when you're turned on.”

“You've caused plenty of both emotions.”

“True enough. Now what else?” I ask.

She nods to our lower bodies that are nearly joined. “You have a beautiful cock. It's big enough to let me know it's there without ripping me apart every time. Not too thick, or veiny. It's nice and smooth.”

“You keep talking about my cock like that and you're gonna have to put your lips around it,” I warn her. “And you haven’t seemed inclined to suck me off since the time in the closet, despite your claim that you liked it.”

Reaching down between us, she wraps her fingers around my hard shaft and gives it a squeeze, making my eyes close on a groan. “You mean the time that you blackmailed me into sucking your dick?”

“Yeah, that time,” I reply softly, still regretting it.

“We both know I could've gotten up and left if I had wanted to,” she remarks. “And I haven't done it again since that night not because I don’t want to but because…because it would feel like I'm letting you win.”

Gazing down at her, my eyes soften in understanding. “Is that why you like when I go down on you? Because you see it as beating me?” Cass shrugs again. “Trust me, Cassie, it's no hardship for me to lick your pussy. And when it comes to sex, I haven't been keeping score. As long as we both enjoy it, then we're both winning, right?”

“I guess so,” she agrees.

Ready to end the conversation for now, I lower my lips to hers. When she’s fully into our kiss, I slip my fingers between her legs finding her wet and ready for me.

She’s always ready for me because she wants me more than she’ll probably ever admit.

And by the end of this week, I hope she’ll want me enough to tell our parents about us and come to New York with me in the fall.

33

Cass

After our long night, Cole sleeps in. I shower, have some breakfast, and then go look for Eli.

He’s in my father’s office, slouching in the executive seat behind the big wooden desk as if he’s pretending he’s in charge.

“What’s up? Your shift doesn’t start until six tonight.”

“I know.”

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