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“Besides, you still have yet to beat me at anything,” I said with a smirk.

“Is that so?” Eric said, licking his lips.

I nodded. “I believe the score is Eric zero, Riley three.”

Eric shook his head, grunting in response. “We’ll see about that.”

I swiftly tucked my finger under his chin, tilting his head up as I lowered mine, capturing his lips with my own.

Eric did not fight me, nor did he resist my advance.

I steadied him with my left hand as he sank against me, lifeless in my arms, under my ministrations. He parted his lips, and I desperately devoured his kiss, stroking his tongue with mine. My cock twitched, and he let out a small laugh.

“Maybe the score is Eric two , Riley three,” he drawled against my lips.

“How so?” I asked as we broke away from each other’s maddening kiss.

“Well, I certainly won where your cock is concerned. And perhaps your heart.”

I smiled, shaking my head as he took his seat, crossing his legs like the cocky asshole he was.

And I took his bait.

I’d always take his bait, I realized. Because I loved playing with him just as much as he loved to rile me up.

“Yes, well, the night is still young. Perhaps there will be more victories in both of our cards.”

Eric grinned wickedly. “Let’s sweeten the stakes then. You win bingo, I’ll sing like a canary for you and everyone here, whatever song you chose.”

I shrugged. “Hmmm... I’m thinking Taylor Swift, or Axe 2 Grind...” I mused, flashing him with a grin of my own.

Eric rolled his eyes. “If I win bingo...” His voice was dark, inviting, and sinfully sweet. “If I win, you have to let me draw you like one of your French girls. And by that, I mean naked,” he said with a shrug.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really Eric? You want to be the Jack Dawson to my Rose?” I laughed.

“Well, I wasn’t sure you’d get the referenceold man, but surely as aprofessor of art, you are well acquainted with the male form and how it is... inspiring, no?” he said, gleefully attempting a horrid French accent.

But all stereotypes aside, it was kind of funny, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Deal,” I said as I took my seat and the MC took the stage to start calling numbers. But as far as I was concerned, I’d already won more than the game.

CHAPTER 32

Eric

We stood on my porch,like two awkward teenagers, as I fumbled with my keys.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, feeling for the first time like I had nothing to hide.

Because we were both on the same page.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Riley said sweetly, leaning down to deliver a quick kiss to my lip. “You are the one in charge here, and I am a gentleman, after all,” he said, flashing me with a soft smile.

“Then yes,” I breathed, not thinking twice. “Yes, I want you to come in.”

Riley smiled, nodding as I opened the door for him. He peered inside before taking a step in, and I followed.

My lights came on automatically as I shut the door.

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