“And I would have been okay with you never finding out,” I shrug. “I’m dominant, by the way.”
“Of fucking course you are,” Zhuri laughs. “Shoot your shot, Kovacic.”
I grab the ball and quickly toss it to her side, sinking it in a cup on the back row before she chugs the beer down. “What’s it say, Hart?”
She shakes her head. “How many sex toys do you own? Goddamn, Theo.” I throw my head back and laugh while she answers. “Four.”
Consider my curiosity piqued. “What kind?”
Zhuri smirks at me. “That’s not the question, Cammy.”
No, it’s not the question, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering what toys Zhuri Hart uses to get herself off…
She quickly grabs the ball again, sinking it into the middle cup on my third row. I drink the beer and grab the card. “Ooh, a dare this time.”
“What’s your dare?”
“Demonstrate your oral skills on a piece of fruit.”
“I don’t need to see you eat out a peach, Cameron.”
“Don’t have any peaches,” I smirk. “But I think a strawberry will do.”
I hop out of the pool and grab a strawberry from the bowl on the table before climbing back in. I remove the stem and then bite off the back of the fruit as I come stand right next to Zhuri.
Eyes locked on her, I take my tongue and run it over the bitten part of my strawberry, just the way I would do if my head were between a woman’s thighs.
I see heat flash behind Zhuri’s eyes, and my dick likes that look a littletoomuch, so I quickly eat the rest of the strawberry and move back to my side of the table before I get any insane ideas… like wondering what would taste better: a strawberry or Zhuri?
I forcefully shove that thought from my head because,wow, where the fuck did that come from?
I don’t evenlikeZhuri. Why the hell am I wondering what she tastes like?
“Well,” she chuckles uneasily, “it seems like your partners have been happy with you, which is more than I can say for most men.”
“Never thought I’d hear Zhuri Hart complimenting my oral skills.”
“I’m going to ignore that,” she says. “The guys I’ve been with have all been pretty selfish, though.”
I cock my eyebrow. “Even Jack?”
“Especially Jack.” Zhuri rolls her eyes. “I’m not sure he’s actually capable of making a woman orgasm.”
“His loss then,” I shrug.
“Your turn,” she says softly.
“Right,” I mutter, grabbing the ball and lobbing it right into another cup of hers.
Zhuri sighs and drinks the beer before pulling out her next card. “Are you good in bed?” She shakes her head before answering the question. “I’ve never had someone tell me I’m not, so I’d say yes.”
“You weren’t kidding about what you said before.” She looks at me, confused. “Just because you don’t exploit your sexuality doesn’t mean you don’t have any.”
She practically cackles. “I have an image to uphold, but that doesn’t mean I’m some innocent thing.”
She winks at me before we continue the game, and I’m starting to learn that Zhuri might not be exactly the way I imagined.
And I’m really starting to like what I see now.
