The Real
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I grinned over at him and rolled my eyes. “You act like I never told you this.”
“Seeing is believing, baby,” he said as he tilted the bottle of vodka and took a healthy sip. We’d drank a good bit of it and were both feeling the effects.
“Wow, wow,” he said as he watched me unfasten his tie and free my hands.
Minutes before, I’d stripped him of his maroon tie and told him to fasten my hands behind my back. Apparently, for Cameron, the fact that I was double jointed was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
I had the ability to roll my bound hands over my head, but I’d decided to make it more interesting by having him use his tie on me. Basically, if I wanted to take my act on the road, I could be the Houdini of handcuffs.
“That’s fucking wild,” he said as he shook his head.
“Yeah, my mom screamed the first time I did it in front of her.”
“What else can you do?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I said, waggling my brows.
“I’m so fucking turned on.”
I shook my head. “Of course you are.”
“Hey, don’t take that tone with me. You are the one putting ideas in my head.”
“You pig.”
“Oink,” he said, pulling me into his lap. “You little weirdo.”
“Hey, I don’t see you performing any party tricks,” I defended as he brushed his nose against mine.
“True, I’m lacking talent in that department. Why don’t you let me make up for it with enthusiasm?” He pushed his hips up, and I bounced on his thighs.
“Hmmm, you’ve got a little making up to do before you get all of this.” I motioned to myself. “And I can’t believe you watched me pee in the snow. Reason one million why I hate the woods.”
“I didn’t watch. You screamed, and I had no choice but to look,” he said, bordering on a slur.
“Well, I felt something.”
“Sure you did,” he said, amused.
I traced his jaw with my finger. “I bet you were popular in high school. Did you play football?”
“Yes, Ms. Random. And soccer too, but when I was younger.”
“Date a cheerleader?”
“Yep.”
“Prom king?”
He bit his lip.
“Really? Prom king too?”
A sharp nod.
“Wow.”
“What?”