He stared at me, and I could see the gears in his mind turning as he considered my offer.
“I’ll tell you what,” I went on before he could refuse again. “It can even be a different game. How about…Monopoly?” I suggested.
I knew that it was his favorite board game. We’d had countless fights previous years, around this very table, because of it. And he got crazy competitive every time. He’d probably assume that he could easily win.
We locked gazes. There was some kind of intense emotion glittering in his eyes, but I couldn’t tell what it meant. I waited patiently for his answer, though it didn’t really matter what he said. Agreeing to the game would be easier, but if he didn’t, no big deal. If he thought that I was going to give up without a fight, he had another thing coming.
And I think that’s exactly what he saw inmyeyes. A challenge. And the Ryan that I knew never backed down from a dare.
Finally, he relented. “I still think that this is a terrible idea, but fine, we’ll do it your way. I’ll kick your ass, and we can go to bed and pretend that this conversation never happened. Alone. I mean go to bed,alone,” he clarified.
I just smiled and stood up to grab Monopoly.
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Thirty minutes later, it was clear that he was going to win. I hated the game, and he loved it, of course he was going to win. He already had half of the properties bought, and was working on adding hotels.
Which gave me a new idea.
The next two turns I just threw away my money. Bought whatever I landed on, without caring what it was. Ryan got a smug look on his face, thinking that he had the win in the bag. On my next turn, I landed on one his properties, one with a hotel. I owed him way more than I had left.
He smirked confidently. “Sorry, you owe me $1500. You don’t have it. Too bad. Game over.” He started stacking up his cards to put everything away.
“Hold on,” I said, halting him for a second. “You haven’t even let me try to earn back the money.”
He stared at the board with a frown. “You don’t even have anything worth that much.”
He was still looking down when I pulled off my thin pajama top and tossed it at him. The garment hit him in the chest before falling into his lap. “Does that cover my debt?” I asked.
Ryan slowly lifted his head. I saw his pupils dilate and his fists clench as he looked me over, taking in my firm breasts and the hard nipples pointed his way, begging to be touched, and sucked. By him. It was a weird feeling, being on display like this, but I didn’t mind. The hot, lustful way he looked at me made it totally worth making such a bold move.
“We can keep playing if you want, but fair warning, I’m not wearing any underwear, so I only have my bottoms left. Your choice,” I told him with a deliberate shrug that made my breasts bounce—which didn’t go unnoticed by him.
He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling a bit faster. I had him, and we both knew it. Either way, I won.
His dark gaze lifted from my chest to my face, and he licked his lips. “Just the next three days, and that’s it. No one ever knows. Right?” he asked, his voice low and thick.
“Exactly.” A profound excitement swirled in my belly. “The day after Christmas we leave and we don’t ever mention what happened between us here in the cabin. I promise.”
“Fuck it,” he said on a low, determined growl.
And then he stood and stalked around the coffee table towards me as I got to my feet, too. We locked eyes, and he leaned in, his mouth so temptingly close to mine.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he whispered.
“Nope. I’m good,” I told him, feeling triumphant as I brazenly closed the distance between our lips.
The kiss was hot and a bit angry, in just the right way. And it broke the dam, along with Ryan’s restraint. He growled and grabbed my ass, pulling me flush against him as his tongue swept into my mouth. I grabbed his cable knit sweater and yanked it over his head, bringing his t-shirt with it.
I pulled back long enough to appreciate his bare chest. I’d seen him shirtless at the pool, and around the house in the summer, but I’d never gotten the chance to be within touching distance before. I raked my nails down his pecs and over each defined ab. Ryan hissed and pushed me back onto the couch, dropping down on top of me. Without hesitation he attacked my nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue over and around the stiff, sensitive peak, while rolling the other one between his fingers.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
He stopped just long enough to lift his head and smirk at me. “Fifteen points, right?”
I exhaled on a laugh. “Yeah. Damn, now I wished you’d let me finish the game.” I wondered what other body parts or actions I could have snuck into his head.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, lowering his head to nip at my breasts again. “We’re going to finish all right.”