Page 11 of Game Over


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There are people out there?

“I didn’t know anyone was out there. He wanted to work together for our English Lit project.”

He seems taken aback. “What? But you wouldn’t work with me!”

I laugh at his expression. “I’m not working with him, either, but… I did offer to help him with it. And I said no to working with you because you wanted to write about real life BDSM experiences.”

He scoffs, straddling the chair Ian vacated. “It’s a valid lifestyle, but is it classed as domestic or just kink?”

I feel my cheeks heat—no doubt they are bright red. “It’s BDSM.”

“Yes, but with that porn movie out, there’s a lot of controversy over the subject.”

“What? You’re still going to work on it?” I squeak. I thought he had been joking when he brought it up in class.

His brows pinch together. “Um, yeah. I told you: it would be a good thing to look up. Are you still going with the murder at the university?”

I avoid his gaze for a moment, my mind going to the folder in my bag, before turning back to him. “Yeah, I think so. I do have a backup plan if all else fails though.” I give him a coy grin, which sparks his interest.

“Oh yeah, and what would that be?”

“I’m going to put my name on yours.”

I start laughing at his shocked expression.

“Miss goody two shoes is going to cheat?”

I smack his arm lightly. “I’m kidding. I was going to write a piece on the effects of dirty water in Africa.”

He grins, tipping the chair forward so he can kiss me. I kiss him back, loving the feel of his soft lips. When his tongue flicks against mine, I moan at the taste of peppermint.

He pulls back, his eyes filled with heat. “I missed you.”

I giggle, leaning into his touch. “You saw me four hours ago.”

He sighs, like it’s a hardship. “I know. We should make sure we see each other every hour.”

“Yes, because we wouldn’t want you to miss me,” I tease.

“No, we wouldn’t want to do anything to upset me.” He pouts, winking at me before scanning the room. “Are you trying to see how many books you can fit on the table before it collapses?”

I glance over his shoulder to the table in question and giggle. “Yep. We’re up to four hundred.”

He snaps his head back to me. “No shit?”

Laughing, I shake my head, watching him slump over with resignation.

“Are you going to help?Oh, hey, CJ. I didn’t know you were here,” Alex says, coming to a stop.

CJ gives him a bored look, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, I missed my girl. I thought I’d come help out since she said there was loads to do. I can see she was right,” he says, giving the pile of books a distasteful expression.

Alex chuckles. “Only because she refuses to help me carry the books back here.”

CJ jumps up from the chair, kissing me on the nose before turning to Alex. “Lead the way, my man. Let’s put these beasts to work.”

I stifle a giggle and a roll of my eyes when he flexes his biceps. I watch him leave with Alex and admire his arse the entire way.

It should be a crime to have an arse like that. It’s perfectly round and plump, and even though I’ve not seen him naked, I have seen him in boxers, and boy… he has a nice arse.

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