Page 27 of Where We Met

I don't even have time to think about it because I need to win.

Okay, first word is…

"Oh, come on!" I shout.

Age Play.

I fly through the puzzle, ignoring the obvious prank the universe is playing on us right now, and feel more motivated than ever to kick his ass.

The words on this sheet are sure as hell kinky: Begging. Discipline. Roleplay. Voyeur. Flogging. Submission. Restraint. Power Exchange.

I find the final word and seeWinner!dance across the screen. Victory feels meaningless at this point when all I can think about is what went through his mind when he picked this puzzle and saw the word choices.

I click on his call from the other night, not pausing to consider if I want to video chat or call him. His face comes up immediately, but I see no signs of amusement from his little prank.

"Did you think that would be funny, Savannah?" he asks in a warning tone.

"Me?" I gasp in surprise. "I hadnothingto do with that. I thought that was you."

"Really?" His eyebrows raise in question, making him look annoyingly adorable. "You're telling me we somehow stumbled upon a very R-rated puzzle by chance?"

"It wasn’t me!" I raise my voice. "You're the one who picked the options this time, I just met you in the game."

Upon closer inspection, I notice he isn't wearing a shirt, and there are white pillows and an expensive-looking wooden bedframe behind him. His skin looks smooth and tan, even in the dead of winter.

"I just went in and clicked on the…" he stops abruptly. "Oh, shit."

"What? What happened?"

His eyes meet mine through the screen. "I may have clicked on the eighteen and older button when going through the options."

"Oh, really? So, it was you who made me look for things like Anal Training and Katoptronophilia? I don't even know what the hell that is," I joke.

There's no humor on his side of the line. I'm not actually trying to make him feel bad, I can tell it was an honest mistake.

"Mirrors," he says with quiet emphasis.

I stop and think for a second. What the hell is he talking about?

"Mirrors?" I question.

"Katoptronophilia. It's about getting off by having sex in front of mirrors, princess." His hoarse whisper makes me shiver.

It feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out, making it harder to breathe. His gaze looks me over seductively while he waits eagerly for my reply.

"Have you ever?" I find myself asking.

I should have laughed it off and made fun of him for knowing what it meant. It would be the smart way to veer this conversation into safer territory, but I don’t seem to be very good at playing it safe where Luke is concerned.

"Have I ever what, princess?" he asks as he rests his head up on his hand. The bulge of muscles in his arm is prominent and extremely distracting. "Have I ever fucked in front of a mirror?"

I mimic his position while trying to contain the feelings his words evoke. I don’t trust the words I want to speak to make it out of my mouth, so I just nod my head.

"No, actually, I never have. What about you?" he replies, his stare bold and assessing.

I shake my head back and forth.

A wicked smile spreads across his face. "Are you at a loss for words?" I nod again, seemingly the only response I can manage at the moment, and he laughs as if sincerely amused. "What I would do if I were with you right now…"

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