Page 78 of Late Nights

“Yes, now. I need a distraction,” I told her. “And beating you at Mario Kart is one of my favorite pastimes,” I added with a smirk.

She pursed her lips and slapped my hand. “You’re not winning tonight.” She got up and brushed past me, heading toward the living room.

“In your dreams,” I said, following behind her.

“When I dream of you, we aren’t playing Mario Kart,” she said over her shoulder with a flirty grin.

I groaned. “You’re going to kill me with comments like that.”

She laughed, the sound of it making me smile, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

We sat down on the couch, picking up our controllers and starting our first game of the night.

After five races, she still hadn’t won.

“One more,” she insisted, already selecting what race we were going to do.

“Are you sure?” I teased. “It’s getting late. I’m exhausted from all this winning.” Mario Kart hadn’t been my favorite video game to play before her, but if Demi wanted to play it all night, every night, I would. Being with her was totally worth the late nights.

She gave me a deadpan look. “Hilarious.” She picked up my controller from the ottoman and held it against my chest until I took it from her hands. “Get ready to lose, Cannon James.”

The race started as well as the trash talk, and she kept up with me the whole race. She was so tense as we raced, completely focused, and for a split second I thought about letting her win, but I knew if she ever found out, she’d kill me.

All of a sudden, she stood, causing me to look over at what she was doing. I kept glancing between her and the screen as she lifted one foot up and back and then the other until she was standing on the couch, her gaze never leaving the race.

“What are you doing?” I asked in bewilderment.

“Nothing,” she said, but her feigned innocence wouldn’t work on me.

“You’re up to something,” I argued.

“Who, me?”

Simultaneously she turned her body around, twisting as she kept her face toward the TV. Before I could ask again what she was doing, she stepped over my lap and sat down, all while still keeping her focus on driving her race car along the rainbow road.

I sat in shock with the controller still in my hands between her body and mine, but my brain was short-circuiting.

Demi. Was. Straddling. Me.

Her head was still turned back as she sped closer and closer to the finish line, but I was too hung up on having her in my lap, her incredibly sexy body all up close and personal.

“I won!” She turned back to face me, her arms lifted in the air, that sliver of stomach now on display, and at that moment, I didn’t care that she was a cheater. She was my sexy video game cheater.

My hands reached out, gripping her waist, my thumbs gently rubbing against her bare skin. At some point I had put down the controller, but I couldn’t remember when.

She let out a small gasp at the contact, slowly lowering her arms as she placed her hands on my shoulders. The fun, competitive moment was gone, replaced with a sizzling energy that I was sure she could feel too.

One of her hands slid from my shoulder to my neck as she lowered her head and took my mouth with hers. I was convinced I would never get used to the feel of her lips on mine. It was too all-consuming, too addictive, too alluring. The more we kissed, the more I wanted to kiss her again, and I didn’t see that ever changing. Kissing Demi was pure ecstasy.

She pulled back, the heady sensation taking a moment to clear.

“You’re not too upset that I beat you?” she said with a cheeky grin.

“Not even a little bit.”

She chuckled. “I had a feeling you’d be okay with it.”

“If you want to win like this all the time, be my guest,” I said, my hands still on her waist.

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