Page 70 of Fight

She examines her board and chuckles. “You put all your boats in the corner, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“That's a poor strategy.”

“Are you sure? Because which one of us is naked right now?” I wink at her.

She sighs. “H-8?”

“You sank my submarine.” I tear off my sweatshirt and toss it on the floor. I’m growing harder by the second. “G-10?”

“Hit.” She adds a red peg, shaking her head at my strategy, but then misses her next guess.

“I-4?” I ask.

Her chest rises when she sucks in a breath. “Hit.”

My palm rubs the back of my neck. “You better decide what you’re going to do once I sink your ship, before I decide for you.”

She swallows. “G-9?”

“Hit,” I answer. “I-3?”

“Hit.”Oh hell.

I stare at her, and she squirms under my scrutiny. Is sheremembering how I made her feel in Oregon? “Come on… say it, Prescott.”

“G-8?” she guesses.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, I’m choosing.”

Her top teeth rake over her lower lip, and lust flickers in her eyes. Shewantsme to take control. “G-8,” she repeats.

“Hit.” Setting the game on the bed behind me, I stand and push my boxers down. My cock bobs out, damn near slapping my stomach. She gasps, and it’s one of my favorite sounds. “What do you want your safeword to be?” I ask.

Her gaze is locked on me.

“How aboutdestroyer?” I suggest. “I-5?”

She doesn’t reply. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and it sends my pulse soaring.

“I-5…” I say again.

“Hit… F-10?” She says, breathy.

“Hit,” I reply happily. This is my new favorite game despite somehow losing again. “I-2.”

“Hit,” she rasps. “Battleship.”

I hold my palm out in front of her. “Spit.” Her eyes dart between mine and my hand. “Spit.” My voice firmer this time.

She does, and I make myself comfortable on the perimeter of the bed, lazily stroking my dick while using her saliva as lube and watching her.

“Show me how you play with your pussy when you think of me.”

She rolls her shoulders back, mustering the courage to set her board down at her side. I inhale through my nose, watching in awe when she pulls up her knees and parts them, showing me how wet she is.

“Fucking hell, Prescott.” I lick my lips, wishing they were hers. “What’s got you so turned on?”

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