Page 84 of What if I Told You

I take a quick minute to make sure the apartment door is locked and then shuffle back to my room turning off lights as I go. I unbutton my shirt and pull it off, tossing it in the laundry basket just outside the bathroom, and when I turn back around Ella is standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Dressed in nothing but one of my t-shirts, her soft coffee brown hair hangs over her shoulders. She’s absolutely breathtaking and she doesn’t even know it.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look when you’re wearing my t-shirt?” I ask her as I wrap an arm around her and pull her inside my room.

She smiles but shakes her head. “No actually, I don’t believe you have.”

“Well, you look exceptionally sexy tonight.” I press my lips to hers in a sweet kiss and then slide my hands down her body until my hands are on her ass. I even give it a squeeze for good measure. “Now I believe earlier tonight we were discussing this tight little ass of yours and how much I’m dying to play with it.”

“You’re right. And I said if you play your cards right, you might just get a reward.”

What?

Is she denying me?

I catch her gaze and bring a hand up to cup her face. “Have I done something to upset you? Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, Auggie,” she tells me with a seductive smile. “But I have a little game to play with you tonight.”

My brows raise. “Ooh. I’m intrigued. What did you have in mind?”

“Our own little mad gab game.” She smirks and shows me a few note cards in her hand.

“If you can figure out the sayings on these cards, you get the reward,” she says. “And if you can’t figure them out…” She shakes her head sadly. “Then no reward for you I’m afraid.”

Oh.

My girl likes to play.

I like it.

“Alright. You’re on, Montgomery. But maybe I should make my own set of cards.”

She giggles at the suggestion and holds up a few blank notecards and a pen. “I figured you would say that.”

I huff out a laugh. “You know me so well.”

“I know how competitive you can be is all.” While I jot a few key phrases down on the notecards she gave me, Ella has a seat on the edge of my bed and waits patiently.

“Alright, I’m ready,” I tell her a moment later. “Who’s going first?”

“You are.” She holds up her first card for me to read.

“Tay cough York loathes”

I grin knowing exactly what this card says. “Take off your clothes, El.”

“Oh, this old thing?” She wags her brow and then slowly slips my t-shirt up and over her head.

Fuuuck me.

She isn’t wearing a bra.

Her tits…

I gaze at them intense appreciation.

“Ella,” I whisper, stepping back and covering my mouth in disbelief. For once I’m a man of few words when a nearly naked woman is standing in front of me. “You’re stunning.” I reach out to touch one of her breasts but she backs up and shakes her head.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she says, wagging her finger and then holding up another card. “You’ll have to earn the next move.”

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