Page 10 of Dirty Game

“What? I can’t help it. Just ignore it.” I wink at her.

“Not sure I can.”

A dark chuckle stumbles off my lips. “Tell me about this chapter you wrote. Any chance the main characters have a public edge play kink?”

“No. Why?”

In my best attempt at keeping it cavalier, I shrug. “Just thought I could offer another lesson.”

“What do you mean?”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Tell me when to stop.”

“What?”

I move my right hand up the hem of her hoodie, letting my finger graze her bare skin. Permission comes by way of the shudder in her body and the hooded look she gives me. So I let my fingers trail across her stomach, slowly, waiting for her to say stop at any moment. When she eyes me and takes a sip of her drink, I move my hand up. Through her baggy hoodie, no one can see a thing, and I leisurely caress the underside of her breast.

After a sharp inhale, she takes another gulp of her drink.

“Stop?” I murmur in her ear, and thank God she shakes her head.

Gradually I bring my hand up between her breasts and then inch by inch I cup her until her full breast is in my palm. At that, she leans forward and rests her head in her hands.

“Sully?” Peyton pokes her forearm. “You okay?”

She’s squirming on my lap, heating up, and her breaths are coming in faster.

“I’m good.” Her head pops up. “I just got some inspiration though, and I have to head home.”

“Research?” I ask.

“Now.”

“When the pen calls…” Wren adds helpfully, and I don’t even care if that’s a saying or not.

“Need a ride?” I ask Sully, even though she mentioned her car earlier.

At her answer, I’m practically chasing her out the door. “Yes, I do need a ride.”

Chapter 7

Sully

Oh my God. I just about had an orgasm in front of all my friends. His long, hard dick behind me and his large, warm hand massaging my breast and tweaking my nipple—my body quakes as it relives the feelings.

“Ok. What’s going on?” Now that I’ve composed myself—sort of—I ask the question blaring in my head.

“I’m giving you a ride home.”

I check his hands. One’s at the one position, and one is resting on the beltline. How can that simple pose hold so much swagger? This guy is way too hot for me. What the fuck am I doing with my life right now? The other night with him I pushed so many boundaries that it scared me. I broke down in the middle of it, and for sure I thought he’d hit the ground running.But instead, he stayed to comfort me. Like a really cool human being. But like in a super sexy way. He didn’t pressure me for anything more, and he supported me in setting the pace. Or really, stopping it altogether. I have to admit that I misjudged him, and now he’s showing me an entirely new side of him. And I feel like the only girl in the world. Like he only has eyes for me. Like he actually wants me.

“I’m not ready for this.”

I must have said that aloud because he answers, “For what? I’m just taking you home. I mean, not like that. I can help you with more research if you want.” He shrugs casually, a gesture I love because I am so not that chill. “Or we can just watch some reruns of Diagnosis Murder.”

“You want to come back to my house and watch reruns of Diagnosis Murder?” I ask dubiously, to which he chuckles.

“Listen. We can do whatever you want tonight.”