“Okay. Not soft soap. I got it.”
“No, you don't. Light.” She walked behind him, her hand returned to his shoulder.
“A candle?” A terrible guess.
“Slippery.” She caressed her way down his arm to his hand, circling around him.
“Water?” He restrained the very slippery and kinky words that came to mind.
“Stretchy.” Her hand was on his hip, causing his cock to twitch at her proximity.
“Gum?” he hissed as she gave the rapidly growing erection a strong squeeze, likely in punishment for his awful guess.
She withdrew her hand. “Baptism.”
His head was spinning with that curve. “A baby.”
“Wrong.” She ducked behind him. “Veil.”
“A mop?”
“You are terrible at this.” Clarissa wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Wedding.”
He gritted his teeth. That clean word did nothing to douse the fire growing within him. She was so close yet untouchable per the rules of the game until he guessed the secret word. “You're making this difficult.”
She licked his ear, another tease. “Are you ready to cry uncle? Give up?”
“I'm ready to drag you into my bedroom and fuck your soft, slippery, stretchy cunt till you scream on those pretty new, clean, virginal sheets.”
“At least you remember the words.” Her voice vibrated into his neck. “Do you surrender?”
“Yes, I surrender. Let's get to the bedroom.”
“Not yet. You lost.” She released him to prance her way in front of him. After twirling around twice, she lifted the hem of her skirt over her head. He almost choked with what she'd revealed.
“This is what you forfeited.” His good girl had worn a matching white lace bra and panty set. It was a wonder he didn't snap right there and pounce on her.
She ran her hands up her hips to her chest. “Lace.”
He needed to rip those off immediately. “Lace what?”
“The word was lace.” She acted like she'd pull down her straps but opted to cup her breasts. “Too bad for you. No prize.”
“Fuck this game.” He jumped to his feet, and she giggled, retreating from him. “I'm taking the prize anyway.”
Clarissa wasn't fighting that hard, because she let him corner and cage her body between him and the wall.
“You didn't earn it.” She licked her lips, maintaining those few inches of separation.
Roan let his eyes roam over her nearly naked form. “Oh, don't worry. I'll be earning it. Guess my word. Hard.”
She snickered and patted the front of his pants. “Hard on?”
“Can't use the same word.” He scooped her up to fling her over his shoulder. “Pounding.”
“A hammer?” She wiggled her hips suggestively, so he slapped her ass, the white lace offering no protection.
“Rough.”
