Page 88 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Do you think they have secret space heaters?” she asked. “They wouldn’t really just leave them out there like this, would they?”

“Depends on if you believe the players or the production team.”

We were still feeling one another out, but it got a little easier every day, finding things we had in common, and if the awkward silence stretched too far, it was easy enough to fill with the physical.

“I’ve never been to Alaska,” she said. “It looks so pretty, though. I’d love to go one day.”

“I think we would both freeze our asses off even in their summer.”

Callie snorted. “That’s what sweaters are for.”

“We could go on a cruise,” I offered. “Spend our nights and evenings in luxury, and then dip into the wilderness during the day.”

She wedged herself even closer, her arm draping over my chest, where her fingers curled in the fabric at my waist. “That sounds fun. Alaska for beginners.”

I had been doing so well keeping myself under control around her while we were watching this, but that light grasp of her hand sent all of my nerves into overdrive, my scent erupting like a fucking cloud around us.

Callie’s perfume echoed mine and she turned her face against my throat, breathing deeply. “What did I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything for me to react like this,” I reminded her.

“Want me to move over?”

“Absolutely fucking not.” I set the popcorn aside and dragged her straight onto my lap. “I want you right here.”

It took all of my willpower to stay quiet and still, to not tell her exactly how much I wanted her right now.

She wiggled around to get comfortable, and I couldn’t quite tell if she was deliberately grinding against me or if it was just a happy byproduct of rearranging herself. Once she was exactly where she wanted to be, she sighed and melted against me, dragging up one of my hands to wrap around her, her purr quietly rumbling.

“Do any of the others watch reality TV?”

“Not really. It’s my guilty pleasure.”

“Twinsies. This is the quintessential experience, you know?”

“What is?”

“Harshly judging the people on-screen from the comfort of our own home, knowing we would be just as stupid if we were there.”

I barked out a laugh. “You’re so right about that. It’s my favorite part.”

“Mine too.” She grinned and critiqued someone’s fire-starting skills, and I added commentary on how inadequate their shelter building was. It was stupid as hell, but I loved every second of it. We watched for a few hours, snuggled exactly like that, judging the participants between bites of popcorn and stolen kisses.

One kiss in particular spiraled into her straddling my lap, her hips rocking against my hard cock, while I drank in her whine. It was unfair how good she tasted. Her fingers dug into the leather on either side of my head when I squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer.

I broke away, taking in her flushed cheeks just barely visible from the glow of the screen. “Should we turn off the show?”

“That’s an unfair question because I like doing both of these things with you.”

“All right. Turn around, then.”

Her perfume exploded. Callie carefully climbed off my lap to spin around, and I stopped her just long enough to tug her little shorts and panties down to her ankles before nudging down the waistband of my lounge pants and pulling her to sit down on my lap. Her groan at the first bit of contact had me painfully hard. I balanced most of her weight in my hands so she could lower herself slowly.

“Oh my god.” Her panting breaths were punctuated by deliciously desperate sounds until she had sunk all the way onto my cock, her ass touching the top of my thighs. She shook in my arms and I held my breath, adjusting to the hot, slick feel of her.

“Go on,” I coaxed her, tracing my fingertips along the soft sides of her thighs. “Tell me everything they’re doing wrong.”

“You really expect me to be able to focus on the show?”

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