Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“I’m also good with my hands,” he calls through the door.
I laugh a little to myself since he can’t see me, then I head for the closet to change into something sexier for Milo.
Chapter thirty-five
Kennedy
I strip off all my clothes and change into a sexy set of lingerie—a black lace cami top that stops at my waist so my belly shows and a little pair of matching black lace and pink silk shorts that barely cover my ass.
I turn in the mirror and smile faintly with approval. He wanted sexy. This definitely fits the bill.
Since I can’t be seen this way by anyone who hasn’t fucked me, I pull on my little satin robe and tie it around my waist.
The shorts might be more coverage than Milo technically wanted, but they’re not really panties, and I’m not wearing panties underneath.
If I didn’t wear anything like he wanted, I’d risk bending over to grab something and showing all my business to anyone who happened to be behind me. Even sitting comfortably when we watch a movie later, I’d be risking flashing somebody.
If only Milo and Jonathan were downstairs, I might not have been as worried about it. They’ve both seen me in nothing. But I don’t want to risk flashing Jet. I would be mortified.
When I get back downstairs, Jet is setting up what appears to be a board game at one end of the dining room table. Milo is in the kitchen filling two glasses with ice water, and Jonathan is collecting pens.
“Are we playing a game?”
I don’t mean to sound so surprised, I just haven’t played a board game since I was a little kid. My mother wasn’t that type of parent. When I was about 12, she dated this guy who liked Yahtzee! so we would play that when he came over, but she didn’t play board games with just me.
I had a couple of board games I got as gifts that I would play with friends when they came over, but I doubt the guys are playing Pretty Pretty Princess.
I can’t help smiling at the thought.
“What are you smirking about? Are you a pro at Clue and anticipating your victory?”
I glance over at Jonathan as he stops beside me. “No. I was picturing you in dangly purple earrings and a princess crown.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Not really my color, but I’m sure I could pull it off.” His gaze flickers to Jet covertly, as if checking to make sure he’s not listening. Then he leans in and murmurs, “Fair warning, Jet’s not fun to play board games with. He’s too fucking smart. Depending on the luck of the draw, the little bastard will usually have you beat in just a couple of rounds.”
“It’ll be a short game, then,” I remark.
“We usually have to play a few games or it wouldn’t even be worth setting up. It can be fun to fuck with him, though. You’re fresh meat so he probably thinks you’ll be an easy mark. Keep track of what you reveal to him and then deliberately throw him off by guessing your own cards that you know he hasn’t seen. Otherwise, he’ll just use you for information right out of the gate and then beat all our asses in five minutes flat.”
“That sounds like Jet’s play style.”
I hear ice clinking against glass and look up to see Milo approaching. “What are you two commiserating about over here?”
“Jonathan was giving me the scoop on playing games with Jet.”
“Ah, yeah.” Milo nods knowingly. “I hope you like five minute rounds.”
I smirk at him suggestively. “You know I don’t.”
He smirks back, then leans in to give me a kiss. He hands me one of the glasses of water and I thank him, then he grabs my waist with his free hand and leads me over to the table.
“Would this be a bad time to tell you I have no idea how to play Clue?” I ask as we approach.
He glances over at me as he pulls back his chair, then puts his drink on the table and pulls his phone out of his pocket before he sits down. “Ever play Clue Jr. when you were a kid?”
I smile and shake my head. “No. We didn’t have family game nights growing up.”
“Right. Well—” Before he can say more, Milo’s phone lights up on the table. An airdrop notification pops up from Jet’s phone.
“Watch that,” Jet says. “It’s only two minutes long. It will give you a rundown of the rules and how to play.”
Milo takes a seat at the table and pats his thigh expectantly.
My brain totally misinterprets why he’s slapping his thigh and my belly fills with warmth as I imagine lying over his lap so he can spank me.
When Milo looks at me, I must be flushed because a slow smile tugs at his perfect lips. Chuckling, he says warmly, “Have a seat, Kennedy.”