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I held the orange with both hands, pressing it against my stomach, just above the belly button. The host explained for everyone to do what I’d just done, then…

“And now, my second person, you’re gonna come close so you’re holding the orange in place with your stomach, too. And you gotta work together now, find out how compatible you are. See if you can make magic happen together. Roll the orange up your bodies, as close to your chins as you can get. No hands, same rules as before. And… go!”

Emma gasped softly, moving closer.

Our hips were almost pressed together.

God, I wanted her.

She grinned, her expression tight.

Maybe this was too much.

“It’s okay.” I smiled, trying to be reassuring. “We’ll just… see how far we get.”

“Okay.”

She moved first, arching a little and trying to push the orange upward.

I held still, letting her move.

Our bodies fit together perfectly.

Emma looked up, our eyes meeting.

She looked nervous, but behind that, there was heat.

Desire.

She felt it, too.

The orange dropped between our feet, but she didn’t pull away.

I put one hand on her hip.

“The orange.” She gestured to it.

“It’s okay. There’s one more game, anyway.”

“Oh.”

I laughed softly. “Uh, the banana game.”

“What’s the banana game?”

“One of us holds it between our legs and the other one has to peel it with their mouth.”

Even in the dim light, I could see her cheeks flush red.

“You pick which one you want to do.”

“I’ll, uh… Peel it.”

“Okay.”

I picked up the banana as the host introduced the game, wedging it between my thighs—not quite up against my dick but close.

Hesitantly, Emma got down on her knees.

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