Page 82 of Thin Ice

“They’re just dice,” Quinn says teasingly.

“I don’t think that’s true,” I volley. “Spill it.”

Quinn puts the dice on the coffee table and unfolds the paper. “It’s simple. You roll the dice, add the numbers, then you complete the corresponding item on this list. It’s a mixture of questions and actions, both sexual and non-sexual. You only get one pass.”

Nervous excitement thrums between the three of us, the air buzzing with the same energy.

“I thought it would be a good way to just dive right in,” Quinn adds. “Are you both game?”

Beck’s eyes darken as they look at me, a challenge in them like he thinks I’m going to say no.

I lift my glass. “I’m game.”

That’s all it takes for Beck to reach for the dice. “Let’s play.”

He shakes them in his large hand and tosses them on the table, revealing a six and a one.

The corner of my lip twitches into a half smile. “Game on.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Quinn

I look up from the paper at Beck. “Your first question is an easy one.”

“I’m ready,” he replies, leaning back against the couch.

“Name one thing you’ve done that would shock everyone here.”

“Hmm.” He looks at the ceiling like he’s sifting through memories. “I think the most shocking and abnormal thing I’ve done is participate in an orgy in the Swiss Alps.”

“Seriously?” I half snort, half giggle.

“Yep. It was a big one, too.”

“How big?”

“Thirty of us.”

“Thirty?” Noah exclaims. “That’s a lot of dick.”

“I was actually the only man there.” His eyes twinkle as he says it.

“Wow!” I say. “Did you like, do it with—” I make a big circle motion with my hand.

“All of them?”

“Well, yeah.”

He laughs. “No, of course not. My dick would have been fucked raw.”

Noah and I cringe at the visual, and he laughs at us.

“How does that even happen?” I ask.

“When you’re in my line of work, a lot of things can happen that you don’t plan for or expect.”

I grin at him, because I know he’s not just talking about an orgy in the Swiss Alps anymore.