Page 5 of Trick Shot

I grin under the mask.

“Yeah?” I say, glancing behind her like I’m looking for a threat. “Where’s he hiding? Bathroom? Crying? Plotting my murder?”

“He disappeared a while ago.” She smirks.

I let that sit for a second, let the implication burn slow.

So she’s here, alone now.

“He left you alone in a place like this?” I ask, voice low and teasing. “With a guy like me?”

She rolls her eyes, and all I can think about is making her do it again—preferably with my cock inside her.

“I was already leaving anyway,” she says, eyes gleaming behind the mask.

Oh, Bunny.

“That was fast,” I murmur, letting my gaze drag down her body and back up. “Should I call my driver?”

“Did you make that offer to every girl at this party?” She arches a brow.

“Not at all.”

“You flatter me,” she says sweetly, and equally as sarcastic.

She doesn’t back away when I lean in, doesn’t flinch when my hand brushes her hip. She just watches me with her lips parted and her little bravado crumbling.

I let my fingers graze the curve of her waist, slow and easy, testing the line.

She shifts slightly, letting me—encouraging, inviting, and deadly.

I let my hand slide up her back, lean in just enough that my mouth skims her ear.

“I could do more to you,” I say, voice low.

She hums, like she’s considering it. Her body’s warm under my touch. Her breath a little faster now.

I know this game. I always fucking win this game. So I go in for the kill. My hand slips behind her neck, thumb grazing the edge of her jaw.

“Say the word,” I murmur. “And I’ll make sure you forget every other guy at this party.”

“Bold of you to assume I even remembered them in the first place.” She leans into me, her voice all syrup and sin.

And then she pushes my hand off her with a playful little shove and steps back.

“I’m leaving.” Her lips curl into a smirk as she glances down at her phone.

“With me?” I raise a brow, even though she can’t see it.

“Absolutely not.” She grins, meeting my eyes.

Motherf—

“You sure?” I ask, cocking my head, stepping into her again. “What if this is the last time I ever see you? You really wanna risk that?”

She doesn’t answer.

She reaches out instead, grabs my wrist, and rolls up the sleeve of my hoodie with delicate fingers.