Page 82 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
It felt particularly decadent to kiss him with a blindfold on. I’d never participated in any sort of kinky sex, but suddenly I could see the allure of it. With my vision taken out of play, my other senses felt heightened.
My nose was filled with the scent of sugar and fruit, and Gray. My ears picked up on the smallest change in his breathing pattern, the way his breaths grew shallower and more rapid as the kiss went on.
The taste of him—always a pleasure—was heightened by the combined flavors of the different pies lingering on my tongue. I squirmed on my bar stool, restless and eager to feel and taste more of him.
“Since you appear to belosingthis game, maybe you should go ahead and take off an item of clothing,” he murmured against my lips. “In fact, I think that’s a great idea. Instead of strip poker we’ll play strip pie-tasting.”
“You wish,” I said, but then on impulse, I kicked off one of my shoes.
Though I couldn’t see his face, I could almostfeelGray’s approval. “Now we’re talking,” he purred.
“Since we’re changing the rules mid-game here, I have a new one to propose,” I said.
“Oh?”
“If I win—which means you lose—thenyouhave to strip formeand skinny dip while I get to keep my clothes on.”
After a moments’ hesitation, Gray agreed. “You’re on.”
There were several more exotic pie flavors, which I failed to guess, and then a couple of easy ones I got right.
It was down to the last bite, and I was down to only my sundress, having already removed both shoes, my bra and panties, and my necklace.
“It’s strawberry,” I said with confidence.
“Ehhh.” He made the buzzing noise again and spoke like a game show host consoling the last-place finisher.
“I am so sorry, but that is not correct. The right answer is strawberry-rhubarb. We have a lovely consolation prize for you.”
He kissed me again, a quick one this time but still delicious. “And now if you’ll please remove your dress, we shall proceed to the pool.”
I yanked off the blindfold. “Hold on a minute. That was very close. I was partially right. I think we should call it a tie.”
He narrowed his gaze. “What about the prize distribution? I mean, I’ve almost got you naked already.”
I laughed. “It’s only right that you get naked, too. I’ll give you a head start down to the pool. I’m going to go upstairs and grab some towels and something to put on afterward.”
“Okay that’s fair,” he conceded. “I’ll see you down there in a few minutes.”
With a silly eyebrow waggle, he added, “Wear the red robe.”
* * *
By the time I made it to the lower level, which contained not only a gorgeous pool but a sauna and a luxurious changing room with shower, my courage had waned a bit. I felt self-conscious in only my robe.
This wasn’t a bedroom behind a locked door. It was an open pool area. There was the chance—slight but real—that someone could walk in on us.
Gray waited for me, barefoot but still fully dressed.
“Cheater,” I accused. “You were supposed to strip, too.” I relaxed a little, assuming I was off the hook.
His grin was slow and deadly sexy. “Oh, I plan to honor my side of the bargain. I just thought you’d like to watch.”
Oh my God.
I felt light-headed, like I might pass out. Either it was the mother of all sugar-crashes, or this guy produced the most potent pheromones on Earth.
“What if Vivi or Stephanie were to walk in?”
