Page 77 of Force Play

“My emergency cookie dough that I got from the food truck downtown for when I start my period tomorrow and want to murder you instead of Kimmy?” Her arms cross under her chest, drawing my attention to her breasts.

Nope. Not the time.

“Oh, shit.” Trying to hide the nearly empty container, I pull my hand back, but it’s too late. She leans over, peering in. “I’m sorry. I’ll get you more. The exact same kind and then some.”

“And when do you plan to do that? Your flight leaves at the crack of dawn,” she challenges, taking the container from me and returning it to the fridge.

“I don’t want to die. I’ll figure it out.” It might not be wise, but I’ve always been dumb for this girl, so, I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. If nothing else, maybe it will distract her.

A short, sharp snort comes out of her nose, then she relaxes against me. “You’re too pretty to murder. Plus, I’m not sure my ankle is ready for running from the law yet.”

“See, you say those things and I hear, ‘Dom is boyfriend goals.’”

Her back vibrates against my chest as she gives into a full-bodied laugh this time. “That’s weird. I don’t remember agreeing to be your girlfriend. And now that you’ve eaten half of my snacks for my stay at the Red Roof Inn, I’m not sure I ever can.”

“Fuck, Baby. You drive a hard bargain, but if it’s an orgasm you want to convince you, it’s an orgasm you’ll get.”

“That’s not what—nope, actually, you know what, I’ll allow it.”

“Wait, really?” I ask, stunned that she’s just going with this.

“You’re kinda cute, and I have no doubt you’ll replace that cookie dough in that over the top manner that only you are capable of. Besides, I told my dad about you, so now you’re stuck with me for a while.”

“You told your dad about me?” The bright smile she grants me when I turn her in my arms nearly knocks me off balance. Such an adorable pain in my ass.

“Well, he already knew you from when you hijacked my phone after I hurt my ankle, but yes.”

“So I’m your boyfriend,” I draw out, booping her nose.

“Only if you stop singing it like that . . . and I still want that orgasm.”

Spinning us, my hands go to her waist and she lands on the counter with a squeal. “Now is probably when I should tell you that my dad knows all about you too. We have a whole text chain dedicated to me updating him on my progress towards winning you over. He’s your biggest fan.”

“You do not.”

“We very much do. He loves that you made me work for a chance..” My hands drop to her hips teasing the waistband of her shorts.

“What are you doing?”

“You took away my snack and I’m still hungry.”

“Oh my god. I can’t. You’re ridiculous. I take it all back.” Even as she says it, her hands thread through my hair. “You’re just trying to distract me from the fact that you and your dad have been plotting against me. I never stood a chance, did I?”

That’s it, Baby, hold on.

“Nope,” I say, dragging her shorts and undies down her hips and getting to work.

Naughty Sliders & Taco Sluts

Poppy:

Ladies! I’m calling for an intervention.

Mia:

Is this about Lilah and Cruz getting it

on in other people’s houses?

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