Page 73 of Uncharted


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She shook her head. “Nope. Too weird.”

I took her arm and bent it, suggestively sticking my finger in between. “I don’t know . . . could be kinky.” I waggled my brows and laughed at her scrunched-up face.

“No way! Never would happen.”

“Then what?”

Marisa grinned like the cat who ate the canary. “Esophagus,” she said with all sincerity.

“Excuse me?”

She repeated herself.

“Esophagus. I don’t get it,” I told her in all honesty.

“You know?” She ran her hand down her throat. “Esophagus. Like”—she made the motion of giving a blow job.

“Oh. My. God,” I said, completely dumbfounded.

She was snorting with laughter. Her cheeks were blushing.

“Wow. Okay, okay,” I said. “I can’t believe it. I have to forfeit. You beat me.”

“Told ya I would!”

I snatched her to me and kissed her deeply. When we came up for air, I told her,

“You win. You are filthy.” I waggled my brows at her. “My dirty, filthy girl.”

“What do I win?”

“Whatever you want.”

Her face split into a huge mega-watt smile. “I want to go for a ride.”

“I like where this is going,” I teased.

She pushed playfully at my chest. “On your bike, smartass.”

We walked back to my place and grabbed our jackets. Marisa changed her shoes to slip-on sneakers but was wearing exactly what she had been at the beach.

“You said you wanted to take a ride.”

“I know.”

“On my bike.”

“I know.”

“You’re wearing a dress.”

“I know.”

Was she purposefully trying to sound like a parrot? “Are you gonna say anything more thanI know?”

She smirked. “I know . . . everything.”

“Cute.”

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