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Just when I think I’m finally going to put an end to it, he reaches down and pulls my other foot up onto his lap.

I’m helpless to do much else but allow myself to relax into it. Relaxing is not something I’d ever thought I’d do around Sem.He’s always made me feel nervous and irritable and slightly off-kilter. But today has been…fun.

I can admit when I’m wrong. I’m an adult like that.

“We should play a game,” I say drowsily. “That way, I can kick your ass.Again. I quite like winning, especially when I win against you.”

Sem eyes the Xbox and then looks at me, “We can do that. But what do I get if I kick your ass instead?”

“I always win,” I retort. “No one can beat me. So, there’s no need to discuss this.”

He pops the knuckle of one of my toes, and I hiss.

Sem chuckles. “Maybe today will be the day you lose.”

I snort and then sit up, moving my feet from his lap and shaking my hands.

“Fine. If I win, I want…” I tap my lips with my fingers and then giggle almost evilly. “I want you to wear a plug. Up your ass. For half a day minimum.”

Sem cocks his head, watching me for a moment, and then nods. “Deal. And if I win, I want to see your cock. Hard.”

My eyes widen at that because he doesn’t even think about it. Just blurts it out so confidently.

“I’m sorry. Are you gay, Sem?” I blurt back because, dammit, I’m curious. What kind of game is this to him? Is it even a game?

“I don’t…I’m not sure.”

“Um, okay, we’ll be discussing this more later because it’s important. But for now, let’s table it and discuss the reason you want to seemydick.”

“Just curious about it.”

“Fine. But this is your funeral because you won’t win. So be prepared to have something up your virgin asshole.”

He runs a hand across his jaw and eyes me with a smirk. “We’ll see, Maggie.”

CHAPTERTHREE

My controller hangs loosely in my hands, and I stare at the screen, feeling crestfallen and just a little flabbergasted.

“Impossible.”

Sem smiles widely, blows on his fingernails, and wipes them smugly on his shirt. Like an asshole.

“I win.”

I shake my head. “I don’t believe it.”

Sem gestures to the TV, and I see it. It’s there in bold, red letters. I lost. I blame the wine and the foot massage. And Sem for just existing. He’s throwing me off, just like he usually does.

“There must have been a glitch in the game.”

“Or, I’m just better than you,” Sem says and nudges me with his knee. “Admit it. I won. Be a man about it.”

I scoff.A man.“Fine. I concede. You won.”

Sem turns a little on the couch and then watches me intently, and I swallow roughly. Because a deal’s a deal. I never go back on my word.

“Just…before we get all crazy…and don’t worry, I will follow through with this. But answer me this first. Why do you want to see it so bad?” I ask, curious as to his fascination with my dick.


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