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“Good choice of location, buddy.” Marcus grinned, following us into the room. He had some chick by the hand, ready to play the stupid little game.
I led Winter to the desk sitting in the corner of the room, angled away from prying eyes. The monitor on the desk faced the window, and the seat faced the room. It looked like someone liked to keep what they looked at on their computer private. It suited my purposes just fine. Pulling the blinds shut, I tapped the wooden desktop. Winter wrinkled her nose at the surface, like the stuck-up brat she was.
“Up you get.”
Her nostrils flared, a tiny micro-tell of her mood, but she complied. I sat in the desk chair and took my place right in front of her. She was perched on the edge of the desk, her back to the room, somehow appearing wary and haughty at the same time. If anyone could pull it off, she could.
“You’re wearing Eve’s dress,” I noted.
She shrugged. “So?”
“It’s too damn small,” I observed. The hem had become indecent now that she was sitting.
“I don’t remember asking you for fashion advice, Martino, and like you keep telling me, you’re not my boyfriend, so you can shove your opinions?—”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, Ice Queen,” I interrupted.
A red flush blossomed in Winter’s pale cheeks, like rarely seen, night-blooming roses. She opened her mouth to say something that was bound to be fucking annoying, then snapped it shut.
I raised a hand and framed her face as if through an invisible lens, and clicked an imaginary shutter, capturing the moment. “Well, well, the queen bee of comebacks herself, short of words.”
She blinked at me and my finger camera, and her eyes narrowed at my reminder. I was shocked she hadn’t hounded me about it already. “Did you take my portfolio? You asshole — I needed that earlier.”
“Shh, the game is starting,” I interrupted her. The lights had been lowered as people started to play Fire Truck.
“Well, why did we change locations?” she demanded, letting the subject drop for now.
“Have you ever played the fire truck game before?” I asked instead of answering.
Winter hadn’t been to many high school parties that I remembered. She was generally above all of that. Unless she’d mostly gone to those thrown by the football team. The idea made me irrationally angry. She shook her head.
“Then let me explain the rules to you,” I said, widening my thighs on the chair, my cock already pressing against my zipper at the thought of touching the girl in front of me.
I grabbed her hand and placed it on my thigh. The movement made her bend forward, so far forward that her tits squashed against her knees, plumping up her cleavage in her too-tight dress. Motherfucker. She had great breasts. Perfect handfuls.
“Now what?” she asked.
I glanced over her shoulder at the other people in the room. It had cleared out except for other couples playing the same idiotic game. Marcus already had his hand up his partner’s skirt.
I turned my attention back to Winter. With the way she was facing, the desk, and my position, nothing but the back of her head was visible to anyone else. Just the way it should be.
“You move your hand up, like this.” I traced her finger up my inner thigh. “I tell you what the light is at different places on my body.”
“Seriously?” she demanded. Her tone was as bored and jaded as always, but her eyes were glued to her hand on my leg. “Well, what light do we start with?”
“Green. We start with green.” My voice was low as hell, clogged with lust. I wanted to fuck this girl’s brains out, preferably while spanking her ass for being such a brat. I wanted to see her begging to come, crying with pleasure, all her façades and fronts stripped away for a second – to see her be real. Nothing for her to hide behind.
She moved her hand up my leg. I held my tongue. She narrowed her eyes at me and kept going.
She reached mid-thigh.
“Yellow,” I warned her.
Suddenly, she increased her fucking pace and slid her hand right up onto my crotch, cupping my hard-on.
“What the fuck? Why did you go faster?” I nearly growled at her.
“I always go faster on yellow…to beat the red light,” she breathed and wet her lips.
