Page 101 of Married with Mayhem

“You can sit down,” I tell him.

“I don’t know about that,” he says.

“Why?”

He smirks, pleased that I’ve taken the bait. “Because the only chair I want to sit on is yours, Brina.”

Another cartwheel in my belly. A flock of butterflies arrives as well.

I shouldn’t be nervous. We’ve been alone together plenty. But whenever we fool around it’s always been under the cover of darkness, and always with the knowledge that there are other people in the house.

We’re completely alone now, in the light of day, with no one around to hear whatever we do next.

I hope he doesn’t notice the way I gulp. The corners of his mouth tilt up. He did notice.

The second I stand, he moves over, drops down into my chair, and pulls me right into his lap. His hand covers my belly, touching the inch of skin exposed between my loose top and myfavorite blue and white plaid skirt, found at a vintage thrift shop back in college.

“That’s better.” He pushes my hair out of the way and nuzzles my neck. He repositions his leg until I’m straddling his muscled thigh. “What were you doing?”

Not sure. Can’t remember. The sudden impulse to grind myself shamelessly on his leg has eclipsed all short term memories.

“Just playing a game.”

His thumb rotates in a slow circle right around my belly button. “One ofyourgames?”

“No, just random zombie demolition.”

Monte’s voice vibrates next to my ear. “I want to watch you play one of the games you invented. Show me.”

Talk about living a fantasy I never even knew I had. Sitting in the lap of the world’s sexiest man while he strokes my skin and pleads to see one of my creations is definitely a vibe.

Playing on a laptop is never as satisfying as playing on a high end gaming PC. One thing I’ve missed about the villa is the vast bedroom desk with a multi-screen setup and a tower I built myself. The machine is lightning fast and the graphics are outstanding and the minute I figure out a permanent home situation in New York I’ll be sending for it.

But for now I have my laptop. And I have Monte’s hand cupping between my legs, stroking me.

The first game I ever sold was Dragon Arcade. The graphics are simple and intentionally nostalgic. The early levels are easy. I’m proud to say it holds steady at a four-point-seven-star rating in the app store.

Level One is a piece of cake. I’m in the middle of Level Two when Monte’s hand travels underneath my skirt. His thumb teases the outside of my panties. I lean back into his chest. ThenI shift my weight and bear down on his dick, still sealed inside his jeans and begging to be set free.

Monte kisses my neck. “I’m impressed,” he says. “You made all that yourself?”

“Uh huh.” I can barely breathe out the syllables. Multitasking isn’t my biggest strength. Onscreen, I’m busy herding dragons. In reality, I’m doing my best to ride Monte’s hand.

“You’re amazing.” He sucks at the skin on my neck and dips a thick finger into my panties. “But don’t come yet, honey.”

“Why?” I’m whimpering at this point. “I want to.”

“We’ve got another game to play.” He slides one finger in, just enough to drive me even closer to the edge. “Are you ready for that?”

I’m ready for absolutely anything he wants to do to me. “What’s this one called?”

“Just the Tip,” he says, teasing me with his finger and then abruptly taking it away.

The tip ofwhat?

Does it matter?

Nope, I’ll agree to anything right now as long as I can come at the end.

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