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“Guys, we have thirty seconds,” Faith warns.

“Rock paper scissor it,” Beau demands. “I am not drinking out of that fucking shoe.”

“Then write down Sahara,” I demand.

“Don’t. I swear to God, if you make us lose this because you won’t trust me, I will push you overboard,” Freya warns.

“It’s not the Antarctic,” I argue. “You should have stayed off the drink. You aren’t thinking clearly.”

“Yes, it is, and fuck you,” she growls. “Faith, write it down now. I’m one-hundred percent certain it’s the Antarctic. I would tell you if I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t risk it.”

I glance down at the menace. I should have known she would have a competitive streak in her, but she doesn’t understand a Carter’s need to win. “Do you want us to suffer through them bragging about us losing to the easiest question? I know it’s not important to you, but this means a lot to us. We don’t lose.”

She arches a brow. “You sound so stupid right now.”

“It’s the Sahara Desert,” I repeat.

“Again, you sound stupid. Please remember this moment, because when I prove you are wrong, you’re going to wish your family won. I’ll make you feel so small, you won’t come out of your room for the rest of this week.”

I snort and turn to my sister, who is handing the paper over to one of the members of staff. “Please tell me you put Sahara Desert.”

“Sorry, I’m going with Freya’s answer,” she admits, not even an ounce of remorse in her tone.

I gasp. “You didn’t.”

“I did. She seems confident with her answer,” she explains.

“You betrayed your own flesh and blood,” I accuse.

Freya clears her throat, holding her phone in my face. I narrow my gaze at the question she searched in Google.What is the biggest desert?A flush rises up my neck. “Nothing to say?” she asks, amused.

I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s an easy mistake. The Sahara seemed like a reasonable choice.”

“It’s not even second,” she gloats, enjoying this way too much.

I narrow my gaze on her. “I don’t like your tone.”

She pats my arm, tilting her head to the side. “I mean, it’s an easy question. Don’t hate me because you got it wrong.”

“To be fair to Mark, I even thought you were wrong because the Antarctic is cold. I thought deserts were meant to be hot,” Beau states.

Freya shrugs. “I guess it’s an assumption most jump to. I guess it’s because movies have characters desperate for shelter and water. The Antarctic Desert is the coldest desert on Earth. The temperature can hit -89°C,” she replies before turning to me. “You feel really stupid right now, don’t you?”

“Keep teasing me,” I dare her.

Her lips twitch. “What are you going to do if I do?”

This woman.

She makes me want to fuck her and spank her arse at the same time.

Both of which will be pleasurable.

I lean in close, until my lips softly brush against hers. “Keep pushing me and you’ll need a safe word tonight. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrow arches. “Aww, words like that make my legs want to social distance.”

I smirk at the sass and run my hand up her bare thigh, under the flimsy material. Her breath hitches as my thumb brushes the lace of her underwear. “Oh, they’ll definitely be spread later.”

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