Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I take it out and check it. Almost drop my champagne flute, which is nearly empty anyway.
Jack: Any second now, you’ll feel me walk up behind you. My solid dick slipping between the folds of your perfect ass. You’ll feel how badly I want to spill inside of you, or on those juicy tits, or fill up that perfect, kissable mouth.
I almost start panting. I have to put down my champagne flute and grab some water instead.
Dakota: Are you trying to kill me?
I send the message, then look around. He’s talking with two men, but he finds a moment to look at me and shoot off a wink.
I feel special, seen in a way that even my streams can’t accomplish.
I’m about to text back when I hear someone say, “Let Dakky try!”
I turn to find Stuart and two other streamers grinning at me. The Halcyon employee gestures to the computer setup.
“Remember, folks,” I say, snapping into streamer mode. It’s difficult with my underwear sticky and the lust pumping through my veins. But hey, I’m a pro. “I don’t usually have two glasses of champagne before hitting the dungeons!”
That gets a chuckle. I sit in the chair, then choose my character. For the test, they’ve given access to all high-level classes. I usually play as a spell-weaving healer, but I’ll have to be a tank for this, so I can take all the damage the bosses dish out.
I change some of the key bindings, then rotate my head and shake my arms out, feeling the faint flutter of adrenaline I still get when I start a solo dungeon.
“Who’s ready to see me die in two seconds flat?” I say self-deprecatingly, with a laugh.
I walk through the cave passage toward the glowing dungeon entrance. There are empty sections in the cave wall, showing the rushing water and sea creatures beyond.
“Nobody record this!” I joke. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
More laughter. It’s just like being on stream.
Except I’m praying that Jack makes good on his promise. Finds me, holds me, kisses me, and fucks me. I’m feeling fun and reckless and like, somehow, this gamer is going to make it out of the dungeon called life in one piece.
CHAPTER 14
JACKSON
Istand at the edge of the crowd, out of her line of sight. I love the concentrated look on her face, chewing her lip as she approaches the main boss—a giant sea serpent—while the secondary boss, a creature made of razor-sharp shells, trails after her.
My gaze switches between the screen, Dakota, and the other people watching. Our lead dungeon designer, Brayden, grows more and more interested the longer the fight goes on.
Dakota aces it. She takes some hits. Almost dies twice. But then she hits her groove, dodging the serpent’s poison as she lands her blows, constantly moving, attacking, then moving again. When the boss gets to ten percent health, a gasp goes up, making me and Brayden share a smile.
At ten percent, the serpent grows multiple heads, eats the secondary boss—giving him a power increase—and starts attacking at double speed.
Dakota turns, a big smile on her face, and looks right at me. I didn’t know she knew I was standing here. “You could’ve warned me.”
I smile, can’t help it, even with all these people around. Another slip-up. Another mistake. But I don’t give a damn.
“You’ve got this.”
And she does. Sweat slides down her neck, sticking her dress to her. It turns me on even more, her shapeliness on display. The concentration on her face makes me wild. The best part is when she kills the boss and leaps to her feet, clapping her hands together.
She turns toward me, as if she wants to rush into my arms. I want to scoop her up so badly, tell her well done, kiss her on the cheek, then the mouth. Then everywhere else.
I clap with the others, knowing it’s not enough.
“That was excellent,” Brayden says, approaching her. “Absolutely incredible. Would you mind answering a few questions?”
Dakota says yes, then somebody else wants my attention again.
Even from the other side of the room, I can’t take my eyes off her. The event will be winding down soon. I made a mistake, I realize, inviting her here instead of someplace totally private. I’m losing my damn mind.
When I see her leave the room, presumably to go to the bathroom, I make an excuse and leave too. The corridor is quiet. I walk slowly toward the restrooms, hoping she’ll be exiting as I arrive.
Fate helps us. She’s on her phone as she walks out. When she sees me, she slips it into her pocket. “This was thoughtful,” she murmurs, patting the pocket. “Or shouldn’t I mention the dress?”
My answer is to walk right up to her and pull her into my arms.
The sigh she makes shatters something in me. My heart thunders, and my cock thickens with need. I slide my hands to her hips and thrust forward, letting her feel how much I want her.