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“Not really. I’ve played some pool with Neve. I can teach you.”

My heart beats faster, and I press close to her. “I like the sound of that, love.”

She points at the black ball. “Let’s keep the game simple. First to sink it in that pocket will be pleasured by the other over the table.”

“Oh, love. Who is the true winner in that game?” I mouth at her neck. “But this is the first time that I’ve picked up a cue.”

“And the last time I played pool, I hit the ball too hard and knocked it off the table into someone’s drink.”

“Then this will be a game between the greats.”

She chuckles throatily. “Chalk the cues first.”

She picks up a small, green chalk that is on the edge of the table and chalks the tips of the snooker cues.

I like to pretend that it will make me hit the ball like a pro.

It won’t.

“Bend over the table,” Robyn encourages me, leaning over with me. “You get the first go. There, that’s right. Lean over more. Feet shoulder-width apart. Point your right foot toward the pocket that’s your target.”

“Like this?” I shift.

She nods. “Good. Bend your front knee slightly.”

My breathing speeds up, as her hand gently traces up my arm, adjusting my grip.

It’s intimate in a whole new way.

I turn my head to catch her eye, and she smiles.

“Adjust your grip hand.” She gently moves my hand. “It needs to be about six inches from the butt end.” She slides her hand back down my arm, and my skin goosebumps. My balls ache. “Then keep the grip in this hand delicate. Glide the cue between your thumb and index finger, okay?”

She’s good at this.

My skin tingles. But I’m also relaxed.

In this position, my cheeks flush because I can’t help fantasizing about Robyn pegging me, while I take my shot.

It’s the perfect position.

Now that’s what I call motivation.

“Are you ready?” She takes a step back.

“You know that you just helped your rival, right?”

“I know that my rival’s tight ass looks amazing at this angle.”

My flush deepens.

See, perfect for pegging.

I narrow my eyes, focusing on the black ball.

It looks a frightening distance away.

Determined, I hit the ball as hard as I can.