Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“You got an easy one.”
He grins. “Your turn.”
I take a card. Laugh. “What would you buy me if I gave you fifty dollars?”
Oh, the irony!
Dallas laughs, too. “Touché. Okay, let me think a sec.” His head dips as he considers the question, giving me a view of the thick hair at the crown of his head. Head rises again.
“I’d buy you a steak dinner.” I smirk.
“I’d probably buy you underwear with more fabric.” He gets the words out slowly and methodically, dragging his eyes down my body, landing at the apex of my thighs, that little blue triangle of fabric covering my…
I squirm.
Force out a laugh. “Ha-ha. If I had known this was a staycation, I’d have packed a bag.”
“My turn.” His fingers are already on the pile. “Would you take a shower with the other person in the room?” He nods. “Yes.” Flicks the card back onto the bedspread without batting an eyelash.
Yes.
No hesitation.
My cheeks flush.
I take another truth card. “What were your first thoughts about your partner when you met them?” I lower the card. “I assume that means you.”
Dallas nods.
“My first thoughts about you were…that you were tall. And you were in a hurry. I also wondered why you were at the Twilight Theater considering it only plays vintage films.”
“That’s it?”
I shrug. “Yes. That’s what I was thinking when I met you. What did you expect? It was cold and I was freezing.”
Dallas grabs yet another truth card. “If your partner kissed you, would you kiss them back?” He tosses the card to the bedspread. “Yes.”
I shiver, averting my eyes, not wanting to look at his arms or collarbone or the muscles on his chest that are visible because of his loose tank top.
Shit.
I try to shift the focus by taking a dare card, feeling bold and brave and reckless.
“Write something embarrassing that only your partner knows about in a spot on your body that can be hidden with clothing.”
“Ooo, nice one,” Dallas croons, sitting up straighter on the bed. “Markers are in the desk drawer.”
“Fine,” I huff, rising from the bed and pulling open his desk drawer, confident he’s getting an eyeful of ass right now. Bend a bit to make him squirm.
I tap that marker against my cheek, debating my options, an angel and a devil looming on my shoulders, each whispering in my ear.
Be good.
Write something sexy he won’t stop thinking about…
Be good.
Write something naughty…
Back to Dallas, I bend my neck, uncap the marker. Push down the elastic waistband of my skimpy underwear and write KISS ME right above my pussy. Then, I add a tiny arrow pointing downward.
Pull my underwear up to cover the words.
Recap the marker. Set it back on the desk before slowly turning toward him.
“Done.”
I dust off my hands, unable to keep the smirk off my face as I rejoin him on the bed.
“Aren’t you gonna show me?”
His massive body is lying on its side, head resting in his hand, arm and elbow propping his head up so he can watch me.
Should I show him or will it lead to no good?
seventeen
dallas
“Sixty-nine percent of all people find something dirty in every sentence.”
– Drake Colter
“Aren’t you gonna show me?”
“Show you?” She’s feigning ignorance; Ryann knows damn well what I want to see.
“You playin’ dumb, Winters? So unlike you.”
“Why would I bother showing you what I wrote? It’ll only torture you.” She winks, hair spilling over her shoulders and covering the sight of her hard nipples, the outlines of which I’ve had the privilege of trying not to gawk at since she pulled that shirt on. “Though my goal is to torture you.”
“Torture me? I highly doubt that.”
Except I can’t take my eyes off that blue patch between her legs, knowing there’s something written there in black marker that she won’t let me see. Not because I want to make this sexual, but because, well—what’s the point of writing it if she’s not going to show me?
Rude.
“Read that card out loud again,” I tell her.
Ryann plucks it up between two fingers and reads out loud. “Write something embarrassing that only your partner knows about in a spot on your body that can be hidden with clothing.”
“It’s me. I’m the partner.”
“They mean my actual partner…”
“For the sake of this game, I’m your partner, and we both know it. That’s how we’ve been playin’ it this entire time. No changing the rules now to suit yourself.”
Ryann worries her bottom lip.
I roll my eyes, feigning a yawn. “Suit yourself.”
I reach for another card and pretend I don’t want to see the message she’s written down south. Her voice stops me just as I’m about to palm one.
“You’re so aggravating.”
Never said I wasn’t.
I’m also competitive as fuck. She should know this by now.
I watch with bated breath as Ryann’s finger trails along the waistband of her low-cut cotton panties, back and forth, back and forth…