There’s a quiet sound from the corner, and I turn to see Arlo shiver. My arousal turns to alarm. I look back at Haven with a stern expression. “Tell me what’s wrong with Arlo. Now.”
Haven opens and closes her mouth, looking back and forth between me and Arlo. “Well…”
“Haven,” Arlo says, his breathing rapid. “Don’t.”
“I think he’s… sick,” Haven says, looking up at me with those big eyes.
“I’m fine,” Arlo grinds out. “Focus on your damn game unless you want to pay back that hundred thousand dollars.”
Haven presses her lips together in a thin line, and then looks up at me with a pleading expression.
“This isn’t over,” I tell her, my eyes flicking to Arlo for a moment before coming back to her. “I want to know the truth after this filming is done.”
Haven nods solemnly, turning her head to shoot Arlo a concerned look.
“Don’t look at the damned camera,” Arlo pants.
“I’m not,” Haven says with a little frown that only makes her lips more fucking tempting.
She called me Daddy. My heart is beating like a drum, and I can barely think. I imagine how that word would sound if she cried it out while I was tunneling into her. What it would be like to grab her hair and yank her head back as I fucked her hard from behind, those tits bouncing as I rutted her.
“War?” she asks, holding up the cards.
I nod, unable to use my voice at the moment.
“High card has to tell the other one something about themselves,” Haven says, offering me half the deck.
“I don’t like that idea,” I tell her as I take the cards from her hand. “And it won’t work for the show, either, since they can’t hear us.”
“Well we have to make this interesting somehow,” Haven says.
“Low card has to remove an article of clothing,” I propose.
Haven’s eyes widen. She looks down at her outfit, which is just a dress. “I’ll be done in like five rounds,” she protests.
“That sounds good to me,” I tell her, quirking an eyebrow.
“No actual nudity allowed,” Arlo says from the corner, his voice pained.
“What counts as actual nudity?” I ask, my eyes still on Haven. Her pupils are dilating, her breath coming faster, and the scent in the air is growing ever stronger. Ever more impossible to resist.
“Nipples and genitalia,” Arlo replies.
I smile at Haven, who licks her lips, staring up at me. “Well those are the rules. Looks like you’re going to have to get creative, lemons.”
Chapter Nine
~Haven~
My heart is pounding as we flip over our first card. I have the jack of spades, Reese has the three of clubs. He grins as he lifts up a foot and unlaces one shoe, dropping it on the floor. It shouldn’t be sexy, but with my heat getting close, anything he does sets me off.
The scent of leather in the air gets stronger as he watches me, drawing another card and throwing it on the table. This time, I have the two of diamonds. I curse as he throws down the king of hearts. My first sandal comes off.
“A hundred thousand dollars, huh?” Reese asks as he flips over another card. I take the high one this time. He reaches down to untie his other shoe.
“Yeah,” I reply.
“Must feel good.”