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He sighs quietly as he places his glass back. ‘I’m beginning to think you aren’t taking this seriously at all.’
Despite his weary tone, I can almost see the cracks in his composure. So I goad. ‘Come on; this is supposed to be a game. Lighten up! I just—’
‘Thought you’d manipulate the situation?’ In an instant, his fingers are on my chin, his face so close that his breath blows over me, bringing warmth and whisky and want. ‘Were you hoping to make me laugh? Get me to fuck you on your terms?’ His lips brush my cheek so lightly in contrast to his words. ‘Try again, love, and this is your last warning. Good.’
My heart stammers as he leans away, my mouth following suit as his finger trails down between my breasts. ‘G-girl.’
‘And that’s your second.’ His mouth curls fully this time, his smile like sin itself.
I close my eyes and swallow, my competitive streak rising to the surface immediately. ‘No. No way.’
‘You paused,’ he replies, amused. ‘That earns a forfeit. I feel his smile as his mouth slides against mine, once more in the barest of teasing touches, and my eyes flutter closed in the anticipation of more.
‘G-girl, while adorable, means you forfeit.’
He pulls back, eyes almost level with mine, and I realise they aren’t actually dark, but a shade of blue a little less intense than indigo. My breath halts as he draws his index finger down the length of my skirt from thigh to knee. His fingers toy with the edge before slipping under the hem.
‘My lovely loser.’ As his thumb begins trailing soft circles on the inside of my knee, it takes every ounce of my strength to stop from leaning back against the chair and opening my legs. ‘Take your skirt off.’
I’m nobody’s loser, lovely or not, even if a part of me wants to lose to him. Against the desire swimming through my veins, I place my hand around his wrist and slide it free. Leaning back, he follows my movement as I cross one leg over the other, bending forward to unfasten the buckle of a singular, though spiked heel, red Mary Jane. I flick it from the ends of my toes to the floor, and as it lands between his feet, I lean back on my hands.
‘A pair constitutes one item of clothing,’ he purrs with the shadow of a smile.
‘No,’ I begin, preparing my argument. ‘A shoe is a shoe; one shoe, one item.’ I add a light shrug as if this were the sanest of discussions.
‘So let me ask you; when you’re down to your bra, will you lift out an individual tit?’
I stifle a giggle, though I can’t halt my growing smile. The few months I’ve been in London have been confusing. While I hadn’t expected to become a sucker for every guy in a sharp suit, I’d expected to be swooning hard over Englishmen. It hadn’t happened that way—some of the accents I’ve encountered are downright undecipherable! But his accent, this nameless stranger? It’s enough to make a girl’s ovaries quiver.
Despite this strange game, this evening is exciting, seducing, and sort of illicit. An item to check off my bucket list?
Trade good reason for the chance of kinky sex. ?
But this? This is priceless. The last time I’d heard someone say tit in that accent, I’d been watching TCM. A guy in tweed plus-fours with binoculars hanging from his neck. I say, there’s a lesser-spotted tit in that tree,he’d proclaimed.
I have a small patch of freckles across my chest; did that make me lesser-spotted or more? This time, a giggle escaped along with my ridiculous thought. Judging by his expression, there’s not much point in letting him in on the joke. Instead, I sigh softly and bend forward to loosen the other shoe.
‘Remind me never to play Scrabble with you,’ I complain.
His response is one word. ‘Body.’
Now we’re talking.
‘Butter,’ I reply instantly, images flitting through my head of creamy, soft skin.
‘Shiver.’
‘Delight.’Delightful shivers in the dark, skin sliding against skin.
‘Quiver.’ Was it my imagination, or was his voice a little rougher that time?
‘Naked,’ I whisper, yearning to be the same.Naked and in his arms.
‘Throbbing.’ He swallows deeply, andthatI don’t miss.
‘Pussy... I mean, ache.’ My cheeks burn instantly. It’s hardly a sophisticated choice of word.
‘Tsk, tsk, tsk.’ He draws out the admonishment with a slow shake of his head. ‘Hesitation number three. Though Icouldlet that one slide, if you show me where youache.’
