Page 33 of Immoral

Her lips twitch. She takes another bite, and we eat in silence until the bread is gone. She tilts her head. "So what's the wager?"

My ego wakes back up. I nonchalantly shrug. "Don't worry about it. It's not really fair to you."

Her eyes narrow. "Oh? Why is that?"

I put my arm around her shoulders and lean closer. "You'll lose."

She scoffs. "Always so sure of yourself."

I feign innocence. "Hey, I just don't want my wife pissed at me or thinking I tricked her."

She smirks. "But you trick everyone. Why would I be any exception?"

I can't argue it. And I am trying to trick her, so I don't want to lie and say otherwise. I move my mouth inches from hers. "You seem confident you wouldn't lose."

She glances at my lips then pins her steel gaze on mine. "I've been around you a long time. Whatever you have up your sleeve, I can outsmart you."

I chuckle. "Is that so?"

"Yep."

"So I've worn off on you?"

She shrugs. "Maybe."

I slide my hand between her thighs. She shifts in her seat, squeezing her legs tighter. I ask, "Are you sure you want to place a wager?"

"What are we betting?"

"If I win, I get you all night.HoweverI want you." My pulse races at the thought.

Pink crawls into her face. She asks, "And when you lose?"

I sniff hard, staring at her cleavage then her lips. I meet her blue gaze. "What do you want, my tesoro?"

"I—" She halts, pinning her eyebrows together.

"What is it?"

She takes a deep breath then raises her chin. "I want a wild card for playing. If I win, I get two."

"A wild card?"

She nods. "Yes. A wild card. I get to tell you what I want whenever I decide what that is. And you have to agree to do it, no matter what."

My gut flips. I don't like taking any risk of not knowing what the future holds. But I want to get back to who we used to be together. And that involves making sure my wife remembers every pleasure-filled thing I can do to her.

She bats her eyes. "What's wrong? Scared I'll win and you'll owe me two things?"

I sit back, take a large mouthful of wine, then swallow. "Okay, tesoro. You get a wild card just for playing." I palm her head and hold it in front of my face. "But I get to create all the rules. And you can’t use the wild card tonight."

She opens her mouth then shuts it.

"Are you in or out?" I eye her lips again.

Her voice cracks. "In."

I move my finger until it touches her panties, stroking her slit. She sharply inhales. I murmur in her ear. "Here's the only rule. Don't come at the dinner table."

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