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Swallowing hard, she replies in more of a question than an answer, “Playing Truth or Dare?”

I scoff, “Yeah, well, I don’t think we need a game for that. Not anymore. In fact, I have a truth for you.”

“What’s that?” she whispers.

There’s conflict in her emerald eyes, a struggle to not give in. But hell, if I’m giving in, she may as well too. We’re just putting off the inevitable. This pull to each other is too fucking strong.

Maybe it’s the drinks we consumed that are lowering our inhibitions. Or maybe we’re just two lonely people wanting to come together for one night.

I don’t know, and I don’t care.

That’s why I just lay it on the line. “My truth is that I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I do right the fuck now.”

And there goes her last bit of resistance.

I see it as her gaze softens.

And fuck, there’s fire in her eyes as she says challengingly, “Then do it, Finn. Idareyou. Kiss me.”

Wow.

I don’t know if it’s my turn, or her turn, or, despite what I said, maybe she’s still playing the game.

It doesn’t matter. I lean in and touch my lips to hers. My hand is still on her chin, so I bring up my other one and cradle her face as our kiss deepens.

It’s hot and electric, and I want more.

But then she places her hands on my chest.

I’m worried she’ll push me away, and if she does, I’ll comply. But that’s not what happens.

No, Sammie snakes her hands up and around me and winds her fingers into my hair.

I sigh, and she’s the one who is now urging me to open my mouth more.

I do.

Our tongues intertwine more urgently.

Softness and gentleness fly out the window.

As our kissing intensifies, our hands roam…

She’s sliding hers under my shirt, raking her nails down my smooth chest.

I let out a groan and run my hands over her blouse, my thumbs circling her nipples through the material until I feel them pebbling beneath her shirt and bra.

She gasps, and we break apart long enough for her to say, “Take it off.”

I nod, and then I kiss her again as I undo the buttons of her blouse one by one.

I want to see, though.

So, I break our kiss and tell her that, and she says, “Yes.”

With my forehead pressed to hers, we both look down as I peel open her blouse and unclasp her black lacy bra

“I fucking love this outfit,” I share as I hold the open front-clasp closed between my two fingers.

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