Page 41 of The Elusive Billionaire
I quickly scan our positions. There is no way we make it through enough rounds stripping each other to wind up completely naked without someone falling. I’ll give it two rounds, tops.
“One article of clothing at a time. You can’t remove shorts and underwear at the same time. You have to go layer by layer,” I counter.
“You say that as though it’ll be a deterrent.”
“Just making sure we’re on the same page.”
“Your turn, Monroe.” He thrusts his hips, and I swear the only part of him I’ve never hated just keeps growing.
The arm of the wheel goes around and around after I flick it, finally landing on left arm red.
Thank God. I don’t think I could handle another moment of feeling his thickness and not being able to do anything about it. Reaching over the top of him, I smirk.
“Try not to fall over,” I say.
He shifts his weight to his right arm, then lifts his left as though he hasn’t been using every muscle he possesses for the last half an hour.
It takes me a moment, but I finally wrestle his arm out of his shirt sleeve, then place my arm on a red circle above his head.
He has the face of a hunter as he stares at me, so I’m thankful when he drops his gaze and spins the wheel. Left foot green.
He looks down at the mat, then to where my legs are spread on red and green circles. “Now we get to see just how flexible you really are, Monroe.”
I gasp when his hand slips below his boxers that I’m using as sleep shorts. His palm skims my ass, my hip, down to myouter thigh. The thin cotton stretches as far as it will go, but he continues to drag his palm down to my shin, then lifts it, causing me to lose my balance.
He catches me with his hips and chest, holding me steady until I regain my posture. “Slip your knee out of the shorts.”
“Who said I’m supposed to help you?”
His pale blue eyes darken, and his entire body seems to vibrate.
“Have it your way.”
I’m about to ask him what he means when there’s a sharp pinch to the skin on my hip when he tugs the boxers I’m wearing past their breaking point. In the same breath, the silence in the room is shredded by the distinct sound of fabric ripping.
Craning my neck, I find his thumb sticking through a hole in his underwear. Motherfucker. “Don’t you?—”
He jerks his thumb down, and I watch in horror as he rips the material straight through the leg hole, leaving the fabric to flop open on either side, revealing my black lace G-string.
“Are you kidding me?” I pin him with a look, but all he does is shrug. “If you rip my panties, I will knee you in the balls. They’re the only ones I have.”
“It’s not my fault you’re not a team player. Spin the wheel, Monroe.”
“I’m serious. If you rip anything else, this game is over.”
“Negotiations ended when you spun the wheel. Rules are rules. If you quit, you lose.” He lifts his head so his mouth is pressed to the corner of my lips. “In fact, I hope you quit because I can’t wait to hear you beg.”
Tearing my face away from his is harder than I want to admit, and it takes me longer than it should to locate the wheel. Right foot yellow.
Without making eye contact, I reach into his shorts and instantly pause. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Never said I was.” He presses his hips up, so his cock pulses against my belly. “You can quit at any time.”
“I’m not ever going to quit,” I grumble under my breath. But of course he hears it. His booming laughter grates on my nerves as I tug and pull on his shorts.
He gracefully lifts his foot, then bends his knee to accommodate me removing his clothing. Freaking pervert.
As soon as they’re off, we replace our respective limbs onto the colored circles.
