She smothers a laugh and shakes her head.
Me:
Fine, winner owes the other a kiss on Monday
Not a peck, but a no-holds-barred kiss
Harper:
Best two out of three?
Me:
Sounds good. Prepare to go down, Davidson
Harper:
Bring it, Ross
She sets her phone to the side and puts her hands into the classic rock, paper, scissors position: left hand flat with right hand fisted above it.
I put my hands in the position and nod to indicate we’re starting. I tap my fist against my hand to the beat of rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
I throw rock and she throws paper. She holds her arms up in the air in victory. I’m not minding her victory as her breasts shift beneath her camisole and her midriff shows. I can’t wait to get my hands on her bare skin.
Harper mouthsagain.
We tap our hands and both throw paper. I give her a smile and fist my hand. She follows, and we do it again. This time we both throw rock.
I lift my eyebrows. She narrows her eyes. But then we fist our hands and start again.
I chose scissors and she throws paper. I smirk at her.
She shakes her head and fists her hand. We do it again, and she throws rock and I throw paper.
Chuckling, I reach for my phone.
Me:
I win, little nympho
Harper:
Technically, we win either way, right?
Glancing up, she winks at me.
Me:
Can’t wait to move those boundaries. To play with you more
Her eyes widen and she bites her lip as she reads my message. Is she wanting to play with me too? Fuck, I hope so, because I need that pussy in my life and Harper is a fucking bonus to it.
Me:
You ever sexted, little nympho?
She shakes her head.
