Page 28 of Off Season

It’s not that I’m not into him. I’m too into him.

I point to the exceedingly large tent in his shorts. “You have a boner. Friends don’t let friends get boners around each other.”

“I will always have a boner around you. You’re legit the hottest woman I’ve ever met. I can’t control it. It’s physics.”

“It’s not physics, dipshit, it’s biology.”

He chuckles. “I love how smart you are. I never get to spend time with smart women.”

“That’s because you bang skanks from bars and clubs who are only interested in your bank account.”

“That’s a valid point.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I do enjoy your brain though. I like how it works.”

That may be the first time in my life a man has complimented me on something other than my looks. I know for a fact that my brain has never been complimented, despite the fact that I’m at least twice as smart as every man I’ve ever met.

The big softie is getting to me. I can’t believe I’m considering letting him stay. I need to fuck with him first though.

“I like how funny you are. If you make me laugh, I’ll let you stay. If I belly laugh, I’ll even let you grab a boob.”

His face lights up. “Hmm. Let me think. If sex with three people is called a threesome, and sex with four people is called a foursome, what’s sex with me?”

“What?”

He holds up his hand. “Handsome.”

I swallow down the laugh bubbling in my throat. “Nope. Didn’t do it.” I point toward the door. “See ya around, kitten.”

His adorable face falls and he sticks out his pouty lower lip. “One more chance? Please. I want to stay with you.”

He then busts out the dimples. Fucking dimples.

“Fine, but then you leave. Last chance. Don’t bring out the dimples if you fail. That’s not playing fair.”

He silently laughs. “Deal. This one is a guaranteed stomach clencher. A young guy goes to a library and shamelessly walks right up to the librarian and asks, ‘Do you have a book for men with small dicks?’ She begins typing away on her computer before saying, ‘I don’t think it’s in yet.’ He perks up and replies, ‘Yep, that’s the one.’”

I burst out laughing. Damn it. He got me. He smiles in victory before holding out his arms for me.

Plopping down onto the pillow with my back to him, I reach behind me and give his dick a quick tap. “You earned your stay but keep the bishop in the castle.”

He sucks in a breath. “If you touch the bishop again, no castle will keep him contained. But if you’re into medieval play, I’m down with that. I’ll wear one of those armored outfits if it’s your thing.”

“Stop talking. It ruins your appeal.”

I wiggle my ass on his dick. He warns, “Kam—”

I giggle as I snuggle into him. I even grab his hand and place it on my T-shirt-covered boob. “Payment for services rendered. I never go back on my word.”

“Umm. You have great tits.” He squeezes it a few times. “I wasn’t sure they were real, but I feel they are. They defy gravity.”

“I’m twenty-eight, not eighty-eight.”

He thrusts his hard dick onto me again. “You like numbers? I’m eight inches if you want to check. Nine when covered in Kam bam fluids.”

I gulp. Nine inches. That’s tempting, but I know it’s a mistake. Our groups hang out too much. I don’t want issues. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

“Good night, kitten.”

He kisses my head and squeezes my boob again. “Good night, Kam bam.”

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