Page 42 of Foolish Games

I kiss her because those shiny pink lips are right there, and she’s holding my face like a girl would if she wanted to kiss me, and her dark eyes hide a mystery I want to solve. I press my lips to hers, and time stops. All I can feel is her soft, plump mouth, and all I can think is how badly I want to taste it. I can smell her skin, the scent sweet with a little bite, like scorched caramel. She lets out a little surprised sound against my mouth, and my cock throbs so hard it makes me dizzy.

It’s not a big kiss, but it’s enough to make the whole fucking world stop, turn backwards on its axis. Because all it takes is a single moment to know that I want to kiss her again, and that I’ll never get enough. I want to touch her, and fuck her, and cum inside her and listen to her make that sound again and again until I fucking die. And nothing’s going to stop me.

Not the fact that she’s still hung up on her ex.

Not the fact that she’s my best friend’s sister.

Not the fact that that this is all fake.

“Sebastian,” she gasps, tearing away at last. “People are looking!”

“Good,” I say, sliding my hand around her waist, my knees about giving out when I run my palm across her bare, lower back. I pin her against me, so she can feel how hard that kiss made me.

“We said nothing physical,” she whispers, looking all flustered.

“You loved it,” I say, smirking down at her. I rub my thumb over the corner of her mouth, wiping away a smear of lipstick. Her pretty lips are swollen, her lipstick a mess. Her head may be telling her she’d never go for a guy like me, but her body isn’t. I can tell by the way her pupils are dilated with arousal, her chest rising and falling as her breath comes faster. I’m not the only one thinking that kiss was fucking lifechanging.

“You can’t violate our agreement without asking,” she hisses, widening her eyes at me like I’m missing something.

“You want to tell me what I can’t do again?” I ask, dropping my hand from her face and thumbing her bellybutton. “Because I love a good challenge.”

“You can’t just kiss me anytime you want,” she says flatly.

I crowd her until her back is flat against the metal lockers, then rest my elbow above her head, caging her in. “Is that right, Princess?” I ask, moving my thumb from her bellybutton to the button of her pants. “If you’re not careful, it won’t be your mouth I’m kissing in front of the entire school.”

Her eyes flutter halfway closed, her dark gaze heated as it meets mine from under the curl of her lashes. Her chest is heaving now, and her cheeks have gone a shade darker.

I lean in, resting my forehead on hers while I let my knuckles brush over the fly of her pants. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask. “I think the sweet little princess might be hiding a freaky side.”

“Stop it,” she growls, slapping my hand away. She pushes at my chest, but I don’t budge.

“I bet you’re wet,” I whisper in her ear. “You want me to go down on my knees right now? Don’t think I won’t wrap your legs around my neck and eat you out right here in the hall. Just say the word, Viv. Tell me I can’t.”

“Stop,” she snaps, shoving me harder.

I laugh, slowly pushing off the locker and grinning down at her. I’ve got a raging hard-on, but I’m not worried about her knowing. She already felt it. I hope she thinks about it all day, about what it would feel like inside her.

“I’m going to my locker before I’m late,” she says, then stomps off in her high-tops, looking like a backup dancer in an MTV music video.

I laugh as she walks away. Her lipstick is probably all over my face, but I want to leave it there all day, a souvenir of our kiss. I know the guys would give me shit, but I don’t care. I’ll wear it like a fucking badge of honor. I don’t mind if they all know she claimed me with those pink lips. I’ve got another eight and a half inches she’ll be marking with that lipstick before I’m done with her. And until then, I want the whole school to know she’s mine, that if they stare too long at her cute little belly button she’s showing off, they’ll be answering to me.

*

“How long are you going to keep up this charade?” Nerd Boy Chad asks, approaching our table with Chiclet by his side. To make it look more like we’re dating, I insisted on sitting beside Vivienne at the rectangular table instead of across from her like the other tutoring pairs. Since Chaz instantly assumed we were together from our seating position, I’d say it was a smart move.

“What charade?” I ask, squeezing Viv’s knee under the table. It’s been a week, and he’s finally giving us the reaction we want.

“This,” he says, gesturing between us. “You expect everyone to believe that after three years of bullying us, you suddenly got the hots for a nerd?”

“Nerdy girls can be hot,” I say, wiggling my brows. “And freaky.”

Vivienne pulls her knee from under my hand. “Sometimes, you don’t understand a person until you get to know them better,” she says to the couple in front of us. “And once you do, you see the things you overlooked before.”

Chiclet scoffs. “You’re telling me Sebastian Swift has hidden depths?”

“Like an ocean, baby,” I say, grinning at her.

“Even if that were true, Vivienne has more intelligence and self-respect than to forget the way you treated us all that time,” Chaz says.

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