Page 184 of Traitor

I throw a dart at him. Not aimed to hit, of course, but the fucker still dodges it, laughing.

I'm fuming. And also, maybe a little bit turned on by how damn good he looks when he's so sure of himself.

"You could at least pretend to miss a shot," I grumble, watching as he sinks yet another bullseye like it's child's play.

He grins, cocky as hell. "Now why would I do that? I like watching you squirm, baby."

I roll my eyes, picking up my next dart. I try to focus, try to line up my shot, but I can feel him watching me. The weight of his gaze, the barely contained amusement in his expression.

I throw.

I miss.

By a lot.

Bones laughs, full and deep, the kind that rumbles through his chest. "Baby, that wasn't even close."

I glare at him. "I was distracted."

His smirk deepens. "By what?"

I huff, turning back to the board. "By your stupid fucking face."

That only makes him laugh harder.

It goes on like this for another ten minutes, me cursing and trying to land a decent shot, him playing like a fucking professional. The worst part? He doesn't even look like he's trying. He's just that good.

I take a long sip of my whiskey, eyes narrowing. "This game is definitely rigged."

He chuckles, stepping behind me. He places his hands on my waist, his chest flush against my back. "Alright, let me help you." His voice is low, teasing. His breath warm against my ear.

Oh.Oh.

He adjusts my grip on the dart, guiding my hand with his. His other hand stays on my hip, fingers pressing lightly into my skin. He smells like leather and whiskey and him, and now I'm definitely distracted for real.

"You paying attention, baby?" His lips brush my ear.

Absolutely not.

"Mhm." I nod anyway, trying to appear unaffected.

"Good," he murmurs. "Now, aim... and throw."

I do.

And for the first time all night, I actually hit the damn board.

Not a bullseye, but at this point, I'll take it.

I gasp, triumphant. "Holy shit! I did it!"

Bones chuckles, lips brushing my temple. "Told you."

I spin around in his arms, grinning. "Maybe you're not completely useless."

He smirks. "Careful, baby. You're getting real brave."

I poke his chest. "I'm always brave."

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