Page 115 of End Game

“You trash-talked a child tonight.”

“He started it.”

She laughs and turns toward the house again, but I catch her around the waist before she reaches the steps.

Her back hits my chest. And just like that, her laughter changes.

Mine does too.

I know this part. Flirting is my home terrain. Kissing Cami definitely isn’t a new encounter.

Doing it without Micah?

It’s like the DM changed the map.

I mean, there was the time I finger fucked her and edged her into oblivion, but that seems so long ago now.

I turn her in my arms. “You still want to let random chance make your decisions?”

Her gaze drops to my mouth before coming back to my eyes. “No.”

“Good.”

“Bossy.”

“Confident.”

Her smile returns. “Oh really?”

“Come inside and find out.”

“You really are confident tonight.”

I shrug. “I’ve had practice.”

“With me?” she asks a little salaciously.

“You’re one of my favorite subjects.”

Cami laughs, but there’s a little hitch at the end of it when I step closer.

And that’s what I want to hear.

I like making her laugh. Fuck, I love making her laugh.

But I also really fucking like being the reason she suddenly forgets what she was about to say.

“Inside,” I order her.

“Bossy.”

“You complaining?”

“Nope.”

I open the door for her and smack her ass as he passes me.

Cami yelps. “Dex!”