His hand rested on the air hockey striker. “It’s growing on me.”

I sat my glass on the edge of the pool table.

“I’m ready.”

“Every time I get a point, you remove an article of clothes.”

“No, slick ass. You’ll have me naked in ten minutes.”

He straightened his back. “Baby, I don’t need this game to get you naked.” His tongue slid across his lower lip as his eyes raked over me.

Jesus, he was killing me.

“Ready?” he asked, gripping his striker, focused on the table.

“Yes, but I’m not playing by your rules.”

“Yeah, you are.”

My brows lowered as I placed the puck on the table. I peeked at him before I hit the puck and it banged against the side, then slid into the slot on the other side.

“What the hell!” He frowned.

I jumped up in the air. “Remove your shirt.”

“No. You said you weren’t playing by my rules.”

“Rocco, do it.”

He peeled the long sleeve shirt over his head. Every ripped muscle came into view. Including that V, I was in love with. I mean admired. Biting my lip, I stared at his golden chest.

“Ryah, stop looking at me like that before I end this game and fuck you hard across this table.”

Now that sounded like a great way to get my first orgasm of the night. I shook my head and leaned over the table again, pushing the puck across the table. This time Rocco got a point.

“Remove the jeans or sweater. No funny business like taking off a belt or your socks.”

“Those are clothing items.”

“I gave you something to look at. Now it’s time for you to do the same.”

Rolling my eyes, I yanked off my jeans, and tossed them on top of his shirt on the foosball table.

“Are you happy now?”

“Not yet.”

We played a few more grueling rounds. I mumbled under my breath, “I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it, baby.” His lips tipped up at one end.

Standing in only my pink boy shorts, I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Those are my favorites.” He pulled his lower lip into his mouth.

He loved seeing his name all over the front of my panties. The words across the back read: This ass belongs to Rocco.

He had five pairs custom made. Another pair had an arrow pointing down on the front. The phrase above read: This pussy is for my tongue only.