Page 42 of The Laughing Game

“I would love it.”

I got out of the car. Gideon slammed the door shut.

“Seriously, that man. And he saysItalk a lot.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”

I let Gideon pull me toward my house. On the porch, he tugged me off balance and I fell against him.

“Mmm, hello there,” Gideon said as he wrapped me in his arms and gave me a warm hug.

“Hi,” I murmured as we gazed at each other. He was so fucking pretty.

“When you came on my face, that was the hottest thing, seriously,” Gideon said, as if he was proposing.

I burst out laughing and he frowned.

“What? Didn’t you think so?” he asked.

“Sorry, I’m just…I feel a bit giddy. That was the best.”

He seemed satisfied. “Maybe you can come down my throat next time.”

“Oh, holy fuck,” I said.

“Uh huh. And I don’t care how much of a dirty slut you’ve been with other people, you ain’t prepared for that,” Gideon said, his minty breath puffing against my face.

“I’ve been such a dirty slut, Gideon,” I confessed, my voice a whisper in the darkness.

His smile widened. “Oh, you naughty, naughty boy. Now we can be sluts together. For Vihaal.”

“That sounds like a dream,” I said.

Then Gideon’s mittened hand was on my cheek and he was leaning closer. I moved forward to capture his mouth with mine and lost myself in the warm, soft wetness of Gideon’s exploring tongue and soft lips. Our breaths mingled as we tasted and savored each other.

Finally, he pulled back, wiping at his mouth.

“Fuck.”

“I know,” I said, my gaze greedily feasting on his eyes, his nose, his cheekbones and those luscious red lips.

“Vihaal was watching. He always watches.”

I glanced at the car and smiled at Vihaal who was indeed watching us.

“Do you mind it?” I asked.

“Exhibitionist, remember?” He pulled the collar of my jacket up against the chill. “And you, my sweet little voyeur, are goingto find yourself with a front row seat to all kinds of hijinks. I just hope you can keep up.”

“I’m prepared to die trying,” I said.

“I’m going to text you first thing tomorrow, okay? We need to set up our next date.”

I swallowed. “Are we going back to the Bordello?”

“Oh, we will, but not for a couple of weeks. We’re not animals.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

“In the meantime, might be nice to do some ordinary things. Do you like to go to the movies?”

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