In Sorry.
A board game that Caleb could probably play. Well, maybe not Caleb…but still.
She moves another piece home and I move a few places up.
“It’s unfair that you’re almost home and I still have two pieces waiting to get out.”
She smirks at me and before she can tell me how good she is, I plant a kiss on her lips. Hopefully one to distract her.
Not good enough.
She shoves me away. “Nice try. I’m not losing.”
“Okay, Miss Playmaker.”
She winks at me. “I’ll take that nickname happily.”
“Of course you would.”
Stevie grabs another card and her last piece moves into home.
“Fuck. Are you serious?” I stare at the board. “I really don’t get how you’re so good.”
Leaning across the board, a big smile is spread across her face. “Do you want to play again?”
“Hell no.”
“Want to do something else?” The way she says it, that slight teasing, has my cock thickening in my sweats. Especially when she sips her water with a knowing look on her face.
“Like?” I lean over the board, dropping my hands on either side of her. Up close, I can see the tiny dark blue flecks in her eyes. The way they widen slightly at my nearness.
“I can make you feel better after losing.” Her breath ghosts my mouth.
“You can?” I hold her chin between my fingers.
She breaks the contact, standing up and kneeling between my legs.
“I can. Now, hands behind the chair.”
Holy fuck. I don’t know where this Stevie came from, but I do as commanded.
Because I can’t wait to see what she does.
ChapterTwenty-Two
STEVIE
Kneeling between Bode’s knees makes me feel powerful. In command.
His dick is hard and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
Yes.
I love that I am the one making him feel like this.
Bode ditched his suit jacket and tie, but is still in the black pants and white button-down. With deft fingers, I ignore the bulge in his pants and slowly undo the buttons of his shirt.
“Christ, Stevie. Really?”
