Clearing my throat, I dig into my meal, trying and failing to push all thoughts of my tongue travelling all over her body and eliciting those same noises as I bring her to multiple orgasms.
Fuck. How the hell did I go two and a half years without sex? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since meeting Leni. Not that this is only about sex—not anymore—but it’s certainly a bonus. She has me insatiable.
After dinner,I shoo Leni out of the kitchen while I clean up, despite her protest that I cooked, so the least she could do is help clean. I explain that this weekend is about me spoiling her, and she eventually relents and moves into the living room. She heads straight for the cupboard that holds the board games, and I grin, rinsing the suds off the frying pan as I watch her pull out Scrabble.
This could be interesting.
She sits cross-legged on the rug in front of the coffee table, and my mind drifts to the memory of her naked earlier. I shake my head, rushing to finish cleaning up while she sets up the board. Her hair falls over one shoulder, and she tucks it back absentmindedly as she arranges the tiles, her brow slightly furrowed. It’s cute, the serious focus she exudes while preparing for this game, but I guess language issacred to her, and I look forward to this new insight into her. I have no doubt she’ll be competitive.
My assessment is confirmed after I dry my hands, leave the stacked dishes to drip dry, and sit across from her. She lifts her gaze and offers a sly smile, as if she already knows she’s going to destroy me.
“I should warn you,” I say, selecting my tiles, “I have a PhD in obscure historical terminology.”
“I should warn you,” she replies, her voice light, “I readMiddlemarchfor fun and memorised half of Plath’sArielin high school.”
Suitably impressed, I chuckle. “A worthy opponent then.”
“I’m not here to win,” she says, laying down her first word. The H oftheorysitting across a double letter score. “Just here to humble you.”
I raise a brow. “Starting strong.”
She shrugs. “It’s what most things in life are based on.”
“Can’t argue with you there.” I study my tiles carefully before laying downheroes, connecting it to the H and scoring not only the double letter score, but a double word score.
“Ooh, the romantic has come out to play,” she teases. “I might have to up my game.”
“Don’t you worry about my Scrabble game, little devil. I’m just getting warmed up.”
Satisfaction gleams in her eyes when she playsvixenon her next turn, hitting a double letter score on the X.
“Are you cheating, you little vixen?” I accuse, staring down at my shocking selection, moving them around as Isearch for a combination that will help me gain even a little bit of ground.
She snorts. “Said the sore loser.”
My lip curls up as I use her V and a blank tile to createdevour.“Oh, I don’t plan on losing, baby. Triple word score.”
The good-natured banter continues throughout the game as our words become more complex, and we battle it out.
When I placeromeoon the board, she challenges me, saying you can’t use names, and I admit I’m rather smug when I inform her it’s used as a descriptive term for men who are good lovers.
“You’re making that up,” she says through tears of laughter.
I shake my head. “I assure you I’m not. However, I’m more than happy to test the theory.”
Her gaze heats, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip, but then she narrows her eyes. “Don’t think I’m going to let you use sex to distract me from winning.”
My lips tug into a smile and I shrug. “What can I say? The word’s legal.”
She huffs and waltzes over to the bookshelf to retrieve the scrabble dictionary. Flipping through, I hold back my laugh as her brow creases. “Okay,” she relents, crossing her arms and studies the board before checking our current score. “You get your way. But the tragedy here,Romeo, is you’re going down.”
I’m rather impressed when she beats me by a mere four points, and I pretend to be more annoyed than I am. Truthfully, I have a curious admiration for her. Leni hasmore self-awareness than I had even ten years ago, and our deep conversations have me consumed. There’s so much more to her than meets the eye.
Standing up and stretching out her stiff muscles, she grins down at me. “What do I get for winning?”
I don’t reply, simply crook my finger at her.
Licking her lips, she rounds the table and straddles my lap, circling her arms around my neck.
