Page 401 of End Game

My mouth snaps shut.

Well.

Fuck me.

“You gonna keep talking?”

I stare at her.

Cami's eyes widen slightly, like she surprises herself.

Then her confidence comes roaring back.

Her thumb brushes over my lower lip.

“Be good.”

Something low in my stomach turns over.

“Yes, ma'am.”

She kisses me.

Slow.

Then pulls away before I can chase it.

“That's better.”

I think I'm going to die.

Not because Cami suddenly transformed into Ronan.

She hasn't.

She is still visibly having fun.

Still testing lines and watching my face to see what lands.

Still one ridiculous comment away from laughing.

But that's almost hotter.

She's performing with it.

Playing.

Trying on authority and discovering she likes the way it fits.

And because I'm me, she doesn't have to sound perfect.

She can tell me to behave and then laugh into my neck.

She can lose the thread of what she planned because one of my piercings distracts her.

She can recover by grabbing my jaw and telling me to stop looking smug.

This is not a formal scene.