Page 85 of Strike & Score
Even when she’s acting like a fucking brat like she is right now. It still does it for me.
“You like it,” I tell her, and the way she wiggles her ass against me, I know that’s true.
“I missed you.” She drops her head back against my shoulder. “And I just want to see you.”
“I missed you too, but it’s Halloween.”
“And?”
“And you know what that means.” I snake my hand under her shirt onto her stomach, and push her back against me, grinding against her ass.
“It’s our anniversary?” she jokes. We don’t have an official anniversary and if we did I would say it’s the first day I saw her.
I chuckle. “Not quite, baby deer.”
I turn her around, pinning her hands up above her head while I keep her pressed against the wall.
Her brown eyes look up at me, wide and full of that fire I love so much. She can’t see anything but my own and I know she can see the same reflected back to her.
“Can we not just have one sweet reunion after being apart for a couple weeks?” she pouts.
“You don’t want sweet.” I don’t miss the smirk she tries to bite back.
“What if I just want to kiss you? I can’t with this thing on.”
“You want a kiss, baby deer?”
She nods, and I can’t help but huff out a small laugh.
“Fine.” I lift the bottom of the mask, leaning forward and grazing my lips over hers. She meets the contact roughly, her teeth sink into my bottom lip and I groan.
She manages to push me back enough for her to escape and I see the mischievous look all over her face, as she backs up away from me. I fix the mask on my face as I start to stalk toward her.
“Seems like you do want to play,” I taunt. “Then let’s play.”
She turns around, and runs. And just like I always have and always will. I chase her.
THE END
