Page 88 of Trip Me Up

“I’ll wait. For you.”

“Niall.” She sighed through her nose. “You don’t even know if I’m any good. Gabi would never let you make a deal like that.”

“Then show me.” I tightened my hold on her waist. “Show me one of your games.”

She unsnapped one of the pockets of her cargo pants and then snapped it closed. “I stopped doing that when Jackson started Synergy back when I was in middle school. Those games suck.”

“I like it when you suck.” I nuzzled her neck again. “Show me.”

“Wait, you mean the game or sucking you off?” She squirmed on my lap.

I groaned. I was already half-hard. But this was important to her. “The game. First.” I nipped her earlobe and then pulled away.

“Okay. Remember, this is ten-year-old stuff. Games have come a long way since then.” She slid off my lap and went into her room. She returned with her laptop. “Come on, we’ll play on the bed.”

“You really are trying to distract me, aren’t you?” I stood and discreetly adjusted my pants.

She grinned. “I think you’d like a grown-up game more than something I programmed while I was wearing braces.”

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Now I really want to see it.”

She rolled her lip between her teeth. “Then you can show me one of your naughty 4-H games.”

I sat on the bed and stretched out my legs. “Deal. But remember that none of those games were sanctioned by the national organization.”

She snuggled next to me with her laptop. Bilbo jumped up and curled into her other side. “I’ll keep that in mind when I send a thank-you email to the council.”

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