Page 108 of Kissing Games
He lowered his head back to her breast and ran his hand down her leg to pull up the bottom of her skirt. Pleasure blocked out all other thoughts and she reached between them to tug his jeans open.
He was right. Everything else could wait.
The End
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MUSICAL GAMES
‘Oy!’
Sam stopped dead, her heart pounding. The shout was aimed at her.
‘You slag!’
Striding towards her, heels click-clacking and fury crackling, was Lorraine.
Sam’s feet stayed glued to the pavement; her handbag clutched to her chest as if for protection.She knew.
Lorraine was a storm of anger and pain. ‘You could’ve had anyone,’ she screamed. ‘But you had to steal my Wayne! How could you?’
Sam swallowed her panic. She tossed her hair and cocked her hip. ‘Well, who would blame him when you won’t give him what he needs?’
There was a stunned beat, then Lorraine launched herself forward like a heat-seeking missile carrying a payload of rabid cats.
‘You cow!’ she screeched, her manicured nails locking onto Sam’s face.
Sam dropped her bag and caught Lorraine’s wrists just before impact. They tumbled to the ground.
Lorraine straddled her on the dirty pavement, yanking a hand free and grabbing a fistful of Sam’s hair. Sam tugged at her fingers, trying to break the grip. Lorraine was now snarling, her bared teeth an inch away, spittle raining onto Sam’s cheeks.Why isn’t anyone helping?A sharp pain tore across her scalp as one of Lorraine’s dangly earrings caught in her hair.
‘Agh! Loz, stop!’
Lorraine went still. ‘You okay?’
‘Your bloody earring’s just ripped half my hair out.’
‘Fuck, love, sorry, hang on.’
‘Cut!’ a voice rang out. ‘Shelley, can you give them a hand?’
In her peripheral vision another pair of hands reached into the bird’s nest of her hair where Lorraine’s earring was snagged.
‘Hold still, ladies, while I sort out this wardrobe malfunction.’
‘Cheers, Shelley,’ said Sam. ‘At least my boob didn’t pop out.’
‘If this show went out after the kiddies had gone to bed, I’d bet they’d write that scene in,’ Lorraine giggled.
Sam shook her chest towards her friend. ‘Too right. These puppies have power. You’ve seen them, haven’t you, Shelley? They’re mag-nif-i-cent.’
