Page 47 of Playful Kris

And her elbow goes straight to my balls.

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KAMERON

“What the fuck, Kris?” I jump off him, accidently connecting my elbow with his ball sack. That’s my bad, truly.

He’s staring at the ceiling, and that reminds me that I’m now standing in front of him completely naked. I snatch the blanket off of him, and wrap it around myself, securing it with my arms before looking back at him.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Now he’s completely naked, so I grab one of the throw pillows and chunk it at his head. “How in the hell did we get in this predicament?” I ask, then it hits me.

The storm.

Damn, fear makes you do strange things. Like completely lose all common sense and let your ex-boyfriend finger bang you until you come apart and forget about the awful storm happening outside in the middle of the night.

“Don’t answer that,” I snap, I don’t need his answer. I’m not mad at him, I mean I’m always mad at him, but this isn’t all on him. It takes two to tango and what not.

But still.

The universe is against me. There’s no other explanation.

“And keep your smartass comments to yourself.” I point at him, and grunt when he smirks. Whatever comment he was going to make is right on the tip of his tongue. I stomp toward the stairs to take a shower.

The second my foot hits the landing, I rush across the room and grab my phone before locking myself into the bathroom.

I dial Cora’s number while I turn the shower on to drown out our conversation.

“Hey, girl. How’s life in the mountains?”

“I let him give me an orgasm,” I rush out, looking at myself in the mirror as I drop the blanket to the floor. My hair is a tangled mess in the bun I tied it into last night, and I have a… “He fucking gave me a hickie.” Right on the top of my left breast is a small hickie.

“Okay, well good morning to you, too. Work’s great, thanks for asking.”

I roll my eyes. “How’s work? Anything good happening?” I ask, pretending to not be having a complete major meltdown over here.

“Bitch, I don’t want to talk about work, tell me about the orgasm, because what?”

“I don’t even know how it happened.” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I mean, I do know how it happened, but still, how can he just make me completely lose my mind?”

“Sis, that man has always had that effect on you. But, what happened? I need details!”

“It was storming.”

“Mhm.”

“And I got scared.”

“Yes.” She might as well pop a bowl of popcorn.

“So, I went downstairs, and suddenly his lips were on mine. And all I could think was how good they felt, then my clothes were off. I forgot all about the storm the second his fingers slid inside of me, and then I woke up completely naked on top of him.” I blow out a breath, rushing through the words to explain it all to her.

“Where are you now?”

“Hiding in the bathroom, about to take a shower,” I admit, looking toward the door as if Kris is on the other side listening to me tell her this story.

“Okay, so…” she stalls.

“So, what?”

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