Page 80 of The Flirting Game


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This has never been my fantasy.

But it’s top of the list now. Skylar, laid out naked on my bed on a big, fluffy bath towel, me holding a bottle above her. I drizzle some of the frothy liquid between those pretty, perky tits.

Yup. Brand-new fantasy unlocked.

“Fuck. What a perfect fucking view,” I say, in utter, filthy appreciation of the sight in front of me. A stream slowly trickles down the valley of her breasts. I lick it off. A long, slow slide of my tongue from her belly up to her tits. She tastes like chlorine and celebration, like summer and sex. She shudders as I lap the drink off her sweet skin, the taste going to my head, an unexpected cocktail that’s driving me wild. “So fucking good,” I praise as I flick my tongue above her belly button, licking off the last of the drink.

She stretches, arching under me. “Do it again,” she urges.

I sit on my knees, bring the bottle to my lips, and thendrink some. After I swallow it, I nod to the redheaded beauty. “Turn over.”

Her eyes flicker, and with a sexy smile, she complies, craning her neck and watching me.

And that’s all I want to do—gaze at this sensual, gorgeous woman in my bed. I run a hand down her back, admiring the lines of it, then over her sweet ass, palming the curves.

She drops her face to the pillow, trembling as I squeeze the soft flesh. My bones rattle with the desire to take her. To have her. To fuck her hard and good into next year—the way I know, I just know, she’ll want.

But I give her more of what she wants. This foreplay. “Living well, Skylar. We are living so fucking well,” I say as I position the bottle above her back, then slowly pour some onto the pale skin, freckled here too.

When did I become obsessed with her freckles?

When you met her, you dumbass.

A stupid smile teases my lips—but I’m smiling at my goddamn inner voice when I really should be licking champagne off my neighbor.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, sounding a little nervous, maybe because I stopped touching her.

I set the bottle on the nightstand, dip my face to her back and lick the champagne from the top of her ass to her shoulder blades. As she shivers under me, I answer her at last with the reassurance she deserves. “Just thinking about your freckles.”

“I have a lot of them,” she murmurs.

“And I’m obsessed with them all,” I say, then run a finger down her spine slowly, savoring each shudder as I travel. I can’t look away. I’m too mesmerized by her. I kiss aconstellation of freckles near her upper back, then another, then one more.

With each press of my lips, she murmurs, wriggling under me. With every move she makes, an urgent need hums through my cells. Like my bones are vibrating with want. “Can’t wait anymore, chaos demon,” I say roughly into her hair.

“Thank god,” she says, full of filthy relief.

She’s so free with her desire. So outgoing. So confident. It’s intoxicating and so very her—a woman who’s unafraid to be exactly who she is.

Is this what I’ve needed? This fearless energy?

Maybe, but now’s not the time to dwell in my head.

I flip her over and run a hand down her neck, amazed in some ways that she’s here with me, arching into me.

“Ford,” she whines. “You’re such a tease.”

I smile. “Can’t help it. You’re fucking perfect to tease,” I say, then stop the teasing. After reaching into the nightstand drawer, I grab a condom, but then stop. “Um,” I say, unsure how to break this to her.

“What is it?” she asks, with heightened concern.

“Your dog is staring at me.”

Skylar rolls her eyes, but pushes up in bed, peering at the little Doxie mix. The long, little guy is sitting on the floor next to the bed, his ears hanging adorably, while Zamboni snoozes in a corner. But Simon’s big eyes are locked on us. It’s a little…unnerving. I’m not used to a canine audience.

“He knows all my secrets,” she says as Simon thumps his tail. “He hears the videos I watch when I play with my toys. It’s what he does—watches. It’s okay. A dog keeps his woman’s secrets. Just get inside me and stop thinking about Simon’s voyeurism.”

My head pops with so much delicious intel. “We’re going to circle back to those videos real soon.”