Page 100 of Snow Bound

“You’ll win it back,” he pointed out, then paused in the hallway to give her a narrow-eyed look. “Were you cheating?”

“Nah. They’re just terrible poker players.”

“We heard that!” Michael shouted, and Grant laughed.

“I better give you something productive to do with your time,” he told her, striding down the hall to his bedroom, “or you’ll fleece all my friends.”

She wiggled against him as he lowered her to the bed, eyes gleaming. “What’d you have in mind?”

“You’re a smart girl,” he mumbled into her neck, loving the way she shivered when he scraped his teeth over her warm, fragrant skin. “I bet you can figure it out.”

“Mmm,” she sighed and tilted her pelvis up so the thick ridge of his cock was cradled against her pussy. The yoga pants were thin, the cotton getting wetter by the second as her arousal grew.

Which reminded him.

He lifted his head with a mock frown. “You’re not following the rules of the house.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yes, I am. Sir. No panties.”

“The rules are no pants, no panties.”

“Unless there are guests,” she finished and gave him a cheeky smile. “Then I get to wear pants.”

He quirked a brow. “There are no guests in this room.” He smacked her ass, loving the resulting squeal.

Her flush darkened, and need began to edge out the laughter in her eyes. “I should probably take them off, then.”

“Don’t bother,” he told her, and grasping the waistband just below her belly button, shredded the pants with one hard yank.

Her eyes widened with shock. “Those were my favorites!” she squeaked as he drew the ruined pants down each leg and tossed them aside.

“Shouldn’t have been wearing them, then.” The only reason he’d been able to shred them so easily is because they were so old they were practically paper-thin.

He bent to kiss the frown off her face. “I’ll buy you a dozen more.”

“It won’t be the same,” she grumbled. “Those were my favorite.”

“Oh, really?” He reached out to finger the hem of her sweater. His sweater. “Like this sweater was my favorite?”

Her eyes widened, and he realized she hadn’t remembered she was wearing it. “You helped me look for it when I thought the cleaners had lost it,” he told her. “You lying little slut.”

Her teeth came out to nibble on her lower lip as her color rose. “Um. I needed something to keep me warm while you were gone?”

“Was that a question?” he asked, stifling a laugh. He tugged at the hem. “Off.”

She raised her arms obediently over her head, though her mouth still held a pretty pout. “I’m serious. It helps when you’re gone, and I’m missing you.”

“Aw.” He flicked a finger down her nose. “Why didn’t you just ask me? I’d have given it to you.”

“It’s more fun this way?” she ventured.

He pushed himself to his knees and, kneeling between her thighs, raised a brow at the offending garment. “Take it off.”

He watched her work it over her head, mouth going dry when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced when she tossed the sweater aside, then she lay back on the bed with a mischievous smile.

“Now what?”

“I think you earned yourself a punishment for stealing my sweater. Two, actually.”

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