Page 7 of Reignite Me

Once we’ve finished eating, Ryker stands, offering me a hand, which I gladly take, and he leads us over to the Pac-Man machine.

“You first,” I say.

“Why? Are you scared?” Ryker jokes.

“Nope. Just want to see how high of a score I have to get to beat your ass.”

“All right. Just so you know, it’s your funeral.” He winks at me before turning and starting his round.

I’m behind him, watching him as he plays. As he plays, the sounds of the game fill the air around us, and my position allows me to see every muscle move beneath his shirt. I observe him while biting my lip and letting my thoughts wander. Tonight doesn’t feel like we’ve been apart for a long time; rather, it feels like we were just in high school yesterday. He loses the game, which means I’m next, and the game chimes, bringing me back to the present. Okay, that’s shit. I can handle this. I simply need to surpass his level. Looking up at the screen, I see that he reached level 50, which is terrible—for me. Getting over that level would be a miracle because I haven’t played this game since high school.

“Your turn, tigress.” Ryker moves out of the way to let me by. Sighing, I head up to the game and start it.

Within seconds, the motions come back to me and I’m moving the little Pac-Man around the course, leveling up without noticing. My eyes roam over the screen while my fingers push the button and move the toggle. Dodging the little colorful ghosts, the Pac-Man munches on the little dots and collects the little fruit to gain me extra points. Before I know it, I’m on level 48. Yes! Just have to make it to level 51, and then I’ll beat Ryker.

That is, until arms creep around my waist and a muscular body molds to my back. His nose runs up the side of my neck, sending goosebumps over my skin. Oh fuck, what’s he doing? Swallowing hard, I attempt to keep my focus on the little yellow pixel, but then I feel a set of teeth nip at my earlobe.

“What… What are you doing?” I stifle a moan as I try to keep my concentration on the game.

“Nothing, princess. Keep going. You’re close to winning,” he whispers into my ear.

I guide the Pac-Man around the track, but I get lost on which way I’m supposed to go when Ryker moves his mouth back to my neck, grazing his teeth against it. I suck in a sharp inhale, causing me to lose track, and that’s when the blue little ghost eats me.

“Damn it!” I say huskily.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that distract you? Bummer.” Ryker bites down on the side of my neck.

My head falls to the side, allowing him more access.

“You…little…shit.” Though I’m pissed that he distracted me, I can’t deny the fact that I love this distraction. This is the moment I’ve always wanted with him. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

He chuckles lightly against my skin. “That’s what made you fall for me, baby.” Turning in his embrace, I move my hands over his chest and up around his neck, his muscles flexing under my touch. Gazing up at him through my lashes, I pull my lower lip between my teeth.

“God, if you continue looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he says huskily.

“What if I don’t want you to?” I ask innocently.

“Then this will happen,” he says before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. I instantly melt into the kiss, my lips moving in tandem with his. His tongue sweeps against my lips, begging for entrance, which I grant. I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Pulling away just enough, he says, “Forget dessert. This is all I need for a prize.” Then he kisses me once again.

FOUR

RYKER

It’s been several days since the photoshoot and is one day closer to the grand opening of Forbidden Desires. Speaking of Forbidden… I’m currently sitting in my new office, ready to bang my head against the wall. I’ve been listening to the auditions of supposed well known DJs, and each one seems to get worse. God, how the fuck they get any gigs is beyond me. My ears are bleeding from these. I need a damn break.

Right as I pause the torturous music, my phone chimes, signaling a new email. Fuck me. Opening a new tab on my computer, I pull up my email, and seeing it’s from Nina changes my entire mood. Especially after reading over the subject line.

In the subject line, she put “you better fuck her now,” the little shit. I open the file attached, and the first one that pops up is an edited black-and-white photo with Thea on her knees in front of me with my thumb in her mouth.

Fuck me sideways. Nina captured Thea’s submissive nature in such an elegant way that it almost seems abnormal. I’ve seen Thea with past boyfriends, and she’s never been as obedient with them as she is with me. With other men she seemed to be a different person.

One specific moment comes to mind. While baking cookies, we ended up in a food fight, and right as I was about to throw flour in her face, I wrapped her hair around my fist, and the second I pulled on it, she let out a small moan. I whispered in her ear to surrender, and her response was a breathy “Yes, sir.” God, the things those two words did to me. They changed me forever.

My cock twitches in my slacks, bringing me back to the present. The picture still on my computer screen causes me to reminisce about how she initiated that pose; it took me by surprise. I’m grateful Nina snapped that when she did. Though, for most of this shoot, I barely noticed Nina’s presence. My focus had been drawn to Thea. How her body melted into mine. How her fingertips stroked over my skin. How a single gaze captivated me all over again.

I’m kicking myself for not kissing her during the photoshoot, but that time will come. As I scroll through more pictures, I stop on the one where she’s straddling me with her head thrown back. My dick strains against my zipper. The need for release is almost unbearable. Scrolling to the next picture, I let out a string of curses.

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