Page 22 of The Game

“Are you through?” I can’t believe she’s embarrassing me like this.

“Yep.” She grins. “Just breaking the ice. You should have sex. You’re both sexy as shit – “

“Stop.” I step out from under her arm, grab Gunner’s hand, and slam the door in her face. “Well, that was embarrassing.” As I try and step forward, he doesn’t move, and I fall toward him.

A slow smile curves up his cheeks. “She has a great idea.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Anal?”

“Shit.” He laughs and rubs his face. “That might be going a little too far on the first date.”

“First date?” I raise eyebrows even farther until I’m fairly certain I look like I’ve had bad plastic surgery.

“Sure. Why not?” He pulls me into his arms, and my mouth dries.

I’m in Gunner’s arms. His. Arms. Are. Around. Me. Holy cow. I want to jump up and down, but I don’t dare move. If I do, he might let me go.

“Will your lipstick get smeared?”

“I don’t know.” My forehead wrinkles. “I didn’t check.”

“I’ll check for you.”

His lips land on mine, and I nearly melt into a heap on the sidewalk. His mouth is soft but firm. I moan, and my eyes slam shut.

Then, Gunner’s tongue lightly strokes across the seam of my lips, and everything stops. The birds no longer chirp. The sun disappears, and I can’t smell the grass, even though somewhere in the distance, a neighbor is mowing their lawn.

My brain freezes as time ceases to advance. My fingers latch onto the lapel of his suit so I can stay upright, and I sway against him. His hard cock presses against my belly, causing my clit to convulse.

God, yes. My arms wrap around his neck, and I hold him in place like I’m going to chase after him if he tries to escape. I guess the question of whether the dress works is answered.

Whether he’s interested in the plain Dani or not, he’s enthralled with the splashy party girl – Danielle. But I won’t be her in the morning. Then, what?

Chapter Twelve

Gunner

What in the hell? My fingers drum on the steering wheel as I wait at the stoplight. Did I just ask Dani out on a date? This was supposed to be a fake date to keep my mom from setting me up. Not a one-way ticket to a relationship.

My gaze darts to the exposed

flesh of her thighs. How in the hell am I supposed to think clearly when she answers the door dressed like a runway model?

Shit. I’ve been lusting after her for weeks, and that was before I saw her perfectly round globes straining against the material of her dress. My fingers itch to caress her flesh, and the person behind us honks.

Of course, the light is green. How long have I been sitting here gawking at her legs? I step on the gas and ease into traffic.

“Are you close to your cousin?” Her fingers worry the hem of her dress.

Focus. Watch the traffic. I bite my bottom lip and steady my breathing. “We were close when we were younger. The whole family would get together at my grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving and Easter dinner.”

“That sounds fun,” she sighs.

“You said you were an only child. Did you have cousins you were close with?”

“No. Not really.” She shrugs and stares out the window. “My parents were from San Francisco originally, and we didn’t get back there much. Maybe every couple of years. That didn’t make it easy to get close with the family.”

“That’s too bad.” I frown and flip on the blinker. Her life sounds lonely, with no siblings or close relatives. My sister was a total pain in the ass while we were growing up, but we’ve always been tight.

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