He sighed heavily. “Alright, I’m prepared to offer you a deal.”
“I’m listening.”
“Cookies,” he said. “I will make you chocolate chip cookies, if you agree to end this war while we’re tied. When we start playing again, we can be on the same team.”
“Deal.” I didn’t even have to think about it.
It wasn’t often that someone offered me homemade chocolate chip cookies, after all. And no matter how many cooking classes I was forced to take, I never seemed to get any better. It wasn’t rocket science, so I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.
Maybe my conscience or soul or something was just so opposed to being a perfect tradwife for the asshole alpha that the food I cooked always went to shit.
“Thank fuck.” Bo lifted me off his erection and deposited me on the couch.
“I’m going to take a quick shower while you make them, so I’m clean and ready to destroy y—with you.” I corrected myself.
“I’ll take one after you.” He squeezed one of my tits before striding into the kitchen.
“For the record, my vagina is closed for the night,” I called after him. “My mouth, too.”
“Put me on the books for tomorrow.”
A laugh escaped me. “I’ll schedule you in.”
When I stood up, the bastard legitimately winked at me before I slipped into the bathroom.
I showered quickly.Bo stepped into the bathroom as I was drying off, and his gaze scanned my body.
His whistle made me roll my eyes. “The station is closed for the night, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view from out here.”
I swatted his arm playfully, but he caught my wrist and pulled me close. His mouth met mine, the touch of his lips soft and intimate before our tongues found each other.
I stepped closer, tipping my head back to give him better access.
His grip was steady on my hips, his mouth moving slowly with mine.
He wasn’t trying to start something. We both knew that wasn’t happening again today. He’d fucked me into oblivion already, and I didn’t have the energy or the desire for more at the moment.
He was just kissing me.
And honestly?
I loved it.
He broke the kiss off after a few minutes, kissed my nose, and stepped back. “I’ve got to wash my favorite scent in the world off my skin. I’ll need you to sit on my lap afterward.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Don’t bullshit me.”
“I’m not, and I’ll take that as a yes.” He smacked my ass lightly before he stepped into the shower. He’d found some shorts while I was washing up, and they clung to his butt in a way that made me want to drool.
There was no way to fight my smile as I stepped out to get dressed.
ten
MADISON
Boand I ate a disgusting number of cookies while I sat on his lap—actually clothed this time—and we crushed the other teams in Call of Duty. We were only defeated once. We both agreed there must’ve been a Wi-Fi lag or something, because we totally deserved to win.
