Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I’d done shit like this back when we were younger, and she always got a kick out of it. Maybe it was the cop in her or the fact she got to act like a kid again. Either way, there was nothing better than the squeals she’d make when I shot her, because no matter how sneaky or clever she might be, I did whatever it took to win.
I’d just pulled on my boots when I heard her call out, “Jameson?”
I didn’t answer.
I just grabbed my oversize Turbo shooter and slipped down the hall. I could see her as she walked inside the house and closed the door behind her. I knew I was in trouble when she stopped and twisted her hair up into a messy bun. She meant business, and I was ready for her.
I pulled my water gun close to my chest and pressed my back to the wall, waiting as she stepped further into the house. “Aren’t we a little old for this?”
Again, I remained silent.
There was no way I was giving up my location.
She held up the neon green water gun with a grin, then crouched down as she started making her way through the house. The hunt was on, and I couldn’t have been more ready for it. I watched as she ducked down and hid behind the kitchen counter. She waited there a minute, then called out, “Are you even here?”
“You know I am.”
“Ha!” I could hear the excitement in her voice when she said, “So, you’re close. Really close.”
I’d already given up too much, so I didn’t respond.
I just held my place and watched as she inched forward, slow and methodical. When she reached the fridge, she called out, “Are you ready for me, Mr. VP?”
“Oh, I was born ready, sweetheart.”
With my gun aimed straight ahead, I stepped out in front of her and was about to take my shot when she narrowed her eyes and warned, “Don’t you even think about it.”
Too late.
I fired first and fired multiple times, hitting her square in the stomach. She let out a squeal as water splashed across her shirt. “Jameson!”
“War’s war, baby.”
She lunged forward and fired at me, but I ducked behind the sofa, laughing as water splattered against the leather. “You can’t hide forever!”
“You sure about that?”
I raised my hand and started firing, shooting water in random waves across the living room. I heard her gasp and knew I’d gotten her again. “Oh, that’s it!”
She charged the sofa and started shooting, and she didn’t stop until she knew she’d gotten me. I held up my hands and shouted, “Okay. Okay! Truce!
“Okay, truce. But this isn’t over.”
I dropped my gun, charged her, and wrapped my arms around her. “You were early.”
“Ac-tu-ally, I was right on time.” We walked into the kitchen, and she gave me one of her looks as she added, “You said six-thirty, and it’s six-thirty.”
“Well, look at you being all punctual and shit.” I gave her a smirk. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“Hey, I’m always on time.”
“Oh, yeah?” I walked over and dropped my hands to her waist. “What about this past Saturday when you were twenty minutes late to dinner?”
“That was Austin’s fault. He couldn’t find his shoes.”
“And Tuesday when you were forty-five minutes late for dinner at your own house?”
“Class ran over. You can’t really hold that against me. A couple of the kids needed some clarification on arresting procedures.”
“Which could’ve been an email.”
“An email is never as effective as…”
Before she could finish her thought, I brought my hand up to her jaw and tilted her head in my direction, giving me full access to her mouth. She didn’t resist when I crashed my lips against her, silencing her with a kiss that had her letting out a needful moan.
I used my thumb to tilt her head away from me, breaking the kiss, and chuckled, “You best watch it, woman, or you’ll end up in the bedroom instead of at the dinner table.”
“Hmmm, the dinner table could be fun.”
“Ah, hell.”
Before she had a chance to sass me further, I knelt and tossed her over my shoulder as she let out a screech. “Jameson!”
“No fussing!” I reached up and gave her rear a firm pop. “The kitchen table was your idea.”
As soon as we reached the table, I lowered Devin’s feet to the floor, and she quickly unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. “You have a habit of messing with my dinner plans.”
“You complaining?”
“Fuck no.”
I lowered my hands to her hips and reached for her lace panties, giving them a firm tug and ripping them from her legs. Desire flashed through her eyes as I lifted her up onto the table. Her eyes locked on mine as she leaned back and waited as I eased her leg over my shoulder and lowered my mouth between her thighs.