Page 62 of Foolish Games

“If you’re going to follow me home like a dog, you can sleep in the car like one,” she says, getting out and slamming the door. She stomps toward the door to the house as I climb out.

“A male dog only follows a female home if she’s in heat,” I call after her. She punches in a code to disable the alarm, slips through, and closes it behind her, setting the alarm again before I can follow.

A half hour later, she emerges from her bathroom in a pair of tiny sleep shorts and a tank. She skids to a stop when she sees me lying in her bed, propped up on the pillows.

“What are you doing in here?” she hisses, glancing at the door to her bedroom.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I ask, lifting the blankets for her.

“How did you get in?” she demands.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t set off the alarm,” I say. “I know the code to that too.”

She glares at me, and I know I must look as smug as I feel. “If you spent half as much time on your grades as you do trying to get laid, you wouldn’t need a tutor.”

“If I didn’t need a tutor, you wouldn’t have gotten the best orgasm of your life,” I point out. “Now get in here so I can give you another one. I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue.”

“We can’t,” she reminds me. “Someone might hear.”

“Then cover your mouth when you scream,” I say, reaching for her and pulling her onto the bed. “Now, are you going to sit on my face, or do you need an audience before you’ll perform?”

“What?” she asks, her eyes widening.

“I can call in reinforcements,” I say, giving her my most wicked grin. I run my fingers up her bare arm, sitting up to kiss her shoulder.

“I don’t need an audience,” she says indignantly.

“It’s okay to admit that’s your thing, Princess. No judgment.”

“It’s not,” she growls, shrugging me off and glaring at my bare shoulders and chest like they’ve personally offended her. “And are you better be wearing something on the bottom half.”

“We’re having a sleepover, right?” I ask. “I sleep in the nude.”

“Put your clothes on.”

“And I’m not convinced about the audience,” I say, laying back on my elbows. “Don’t change the subject. You only let me do that back there to convince everyone I’m your boyfriend. Don’t worry, I ain’t mad about it. I still got to suck the cum out of your pussy.”

“I didn’t let you do anything,” she says, giving me a hard look.

“Are you going to let me without an audience?” I challenge.

“Sebastian…”

“Yes, Princess?”

She sighs and pulls one knee up on the bed. “We said no sex, remember?” she says, picking at her comforter.

I rub my chin and pretend to ponder. “I don’t remember that.”

“Yes, you do,” she says, giving me a look. “And I meant it. What you did to me at the quarry was really uncool. Just because I got off, that doesn’t mean I’m okay with it.”

“You seemed pretty cool with it when you were fucking my face off.”

“I’m serious,” she insists. “I have to see those guys at school every day. And they’ve seen my… Stuff.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Trust me, every one of those guys has seen dozens of pussies. Yours might be exceptionally fine, but they’ll forget all about it as soon as they see one they can stick their dicks in. Hell, they’ve probably forgotten half the ones they have stuck their dicks in. They’re not going to remember one they didn’t.”

“Are you saying it was forgettable?” she asks, raising her brows in a dangerous way.

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