Page 40 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Seventeen

Romy

“Holy shit!” I cry out as Aiden gives me my third orgasm and finds his own.

My body tenses so hard that I get a pain in my thigh leading all the way up my butt cheek.

“Cramp!” I squeal, writhing around in pain.

Aiden uses his large hands to massage it until the pain subsides.

When we’re lying next to each other once again, I say, “Damn, I feel like I need another shower. I think our last one made us even dirtier.”

He smiles and wipes the sweat from his brow. “Well, we can try, but you’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Oh, don’t start with me, Boss Man,” I tease. “Let’s go.”

We walk back into the bathroom, but this time, our shower isn’t nearly as eventful. We wash our bodies and get the salt out of our hair. It’s not overly sexy or romantic, as both of us are just in a hurry to get it done.

Once we finish, we lie back in bed, but it’s too early to go to sleep, and neither one of us want to get dressed to go anywhere.

‘Room service it is!” I announce.

Instead of cheeseburgers again, this time, we get some pizzas and beer.

While we wait for the food, I walk around the room looking for something to do. Finally, I pull open a drawer in an end table and spot a deck of cards.

“Want to play?” I ask, holding it up.

“Sure. What’s the game?”

“Poker or Go Fish. Take your pick.”

His face scrunches up. “Uh, duh. Go Fish.”

A smile spreads across my lips as we sit down across the table from each other. I deal us out some cards and set the rest in a neat stack between us.

When I pick up my cards, immediately, I have three pairs, which I match and set off to the side.

“Cheater,” he mumbles, not having any pairs of his own to lay down.

“Do you want to play Twenty Questions while we play this?” I ask.

His brow furrows. “Twenty Questions where we try to guess which item the other person is thinking?”

My head shakes back and forth. “No. More like we get to know each other better Think of it like Truth or Dare—without the Dare.”

“But the Dare is the best part,” he says with a playful wink.

“How about later on you can dare me to do whatever you want?” I challenge.

He stares at his cards and shakes his head. “Sweetheart, you have to stop saying things like that, or we’re never going to get to play any sort of games—except the naked kind.”

I can’t help but smile. “Down, boy. You’ll get your chance later on.”

“Hey, I can be patient. The one-eyed weasel, though? That’s a different story.”

“Yeah, yeah. Do you have any twos?”

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