Page 61 of Foolish Games

“Fine,” she admits. “Those were the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Still doesn’t make what you did okay.”

“Damn,” I say, shaking my head. “I was kind of hoping you’d keep arguing so I could eat you out again.”

“You’re not even going to apologize, are you?”

“For being the best you’ve ever had? Nope.”

“Sebastian, I’m serious. What you did back there is not cool.”

“I’m serious too, Princess,” I say, squeezing her thigh. “Now, don’t you want to see if you can be the best I’ve ever had?”

“Just go home, so I can go home.”

“I was thinking I might not go home tonight,” I say, pulling off at the Faulkner exit way too soon.

She closes her eyes and leans her head back on the smooth leather seat. “And why would you think that?”

“Because I want more.”

She lifts her head and looks at me like she’s just realized I’m not messing with her. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay.”

She narrows her eyes, watching me. “So why would you come over?”

I shrug. “We can do other stuff.”

“I’m not doing anything with you after what you did back there.”

“Then I’ll just hold you all night.”

She sighs. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “Maybe that’s what I’d do if I was really your boyfriend.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she says, turning to the window. “My parents would never let you stay over.”

“Your parents are probably asleep,” I point out. “And they’ve already let me stay the night lots of times.”

“You’re not staying over.”

“We’ll see.”

We pull up to the gate, and I punch in the code and pull the Corvette through, circling around to the garage.

“How do you know my gate code?”

“I’m your brother’s best friend,” I remind her.

Saying those words reminds me what I’m doing, that this is my best friend’s sister. But it’s too late to go back now. I’ve gotten a taste of her, and nothing can stop me from getting more, getting all of her. I’m just going to have to see it through until the end and pick up the pieces then.

Vivienne must be thinking the same thing because she asks, “And what do you think he’ll do when he finds you here?”

“I guess we better be quiet,” I say, giving her a wink as I shut off the engine.

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