Page 23 of Merry Little Mishap

“And where would you put it?” I asked boldly, consciously avoiding biting my lip.

“I’d put some above your navel… I’d lick it all the way up.” He said, challenging me with a stare. Did he sayyournavel, as in, mine? I swallowed, trying not to choke.

“You’d do that to me?”

“Isn’t that how we’re supposed to answer?”

“Oh, I don’t know… that makes sense.”

“Should I apologize?” Nick asked, not panicked, not worried, but inquisitive, almost daring me to say yes, as if doing so would have consequences. I crossed my legs again.

“No need.”

“Then I’ll go next.” Nick reached for afirst basecard, which he seemed to immediately appreciate.

“I’m already dreading it.”

“No, no. It’s a good one. You can tell a lot about a person by how they answer this, and you only have two choices, no context… ‘Top or Bottom’?”

Are you kidding me?

A highlight reel of sex positions sputtered wildly in my imagination.

Heavy panting, grunting, screaming.

I’d take it any way I could get it with Nick, my legs above my head, or my thighs hugging his hips—hips I rocked over, fucking him into a ball-draining, shaft-glistening climax.

I cleared my throat, ending the millisecond flash of passion with a quick nonchalant answer.

“If I were with you… I’d ride on top.” I reached for a card to move on, but Nick’s hand hovered over the stack. I stopped short of touching him.

“Why top?”

I slowly removed my hand, hesitating. “Just… better control. I guess.”

“Over me?”

“Over… how I’m entered.” I avoided his face, scanning his shoulders down to his strong hands. “You’re a big guy. I’m not sure if I could take all of you. On top I can slip down easier.”

I’m pretty sure my insides were sweating at this point!

Nick chewed the corner of his lip. “You a tight girl, Elena?”

God, his deep voice was enough to cause my bad decisions to play out. “Maybe.” I maintained a poker face. “I mean… with the right person I can get wet easily, but it takes a while to adjust.”

“And by adjust you mean, stretch?”

The way he enunciated the wordstretchwas as sharp as it was precise. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing, not that it was funny, but completely surreal.

“Yes. That way I can move my hips. Bounce. Rub.” I paused, then spoke quickly. “If I can fit you completely inside, then I can grind myself on your body. And that’s something I like.” I said matter of fact. The alcohol was clearly bringing out my honesty, “Or, onanyone’sbody for that matter.”

Nick’s nonresponse was just as much of a response than anything, punctuated with that sexy little nod of his. I wanted him on the receiving end of embarrassment, taking my chance and immediately reaching for a second base card. I expected the look of fear on his face, but his narrow focus said otherwise.

“Nick,” I began confidently. “‘Fuck me, marry me, or date me?’”

“Seriously?”

“Blame it on the cards.” I flicked it in his direction.

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