“Would you mind grabbing the dipping sauces and dressing from the fridge?”she called out in a tinny voice over her shoulder, as if Wolfe wasn’t moments away from planting her sweet ass on the counter and launching a barrage of kisses against every inch of her exposed skin.“The salad is in the glass bowl on the second shelf.”
Wolfe gusted out a sigh laced with longing.
“No problem.”
They worked together to put the finishing touches on their meal.The crackle of hearty sexual tension hung in the air like a thick fog covering an English countryside on a cool summer morning.
“Do you mind eating on the couch?”
“Not a problem.”
Plates loaded with food; they made their way to the couch in the living room where they dug into their meals.
Wolfe reveled in the fact this real girl ate with gusto.Not that he knew what women ate like.In fact, his dates were primarily focused on sating more carnal needs opposed to nourishment from food, but a number of his teammates talked of their WAGs and the nibbles and miniscule morsels they ate at restaurants and parties alike.
He never considered that.Until now.
Tonight’s spread may not be tagged as caviar and canapés, but it was one of the most enjoyable evenings he’d spent in memory.
“So, a gross of these pot stickers, huh?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled.“Not my brightest move, but I didn’t want to send them back because of the refrigeration issues and the like.So...I’m a walking billboard for the‘Pork, the other white meat’campaign.”
“I mean, it sucks you don’t have variety, but they’re pretty tasty.”
“Thanks,” Aspen said, and nudged her shoulder against his own, causing an instant and absurd response from his cock.”Hey, do you want to play a game?
His mind catapulted to games of her blindfolded on his bed as he traced his fingertips across his body to the apex of her legs where honeyed wetness awaited him.
Wolfe cleared his throat.“Yeah, sure.Whad’ya have in mind?”
Aspen turned on the television just in time for a chorus of people to scream, Wheel of Fortune!
“I may sound like the lamest person in history, but I watchWheel of Fortuneevery night.You think you’ve got game, Connor?”
The blush tinting her cheeks shot another zing straight to his cock, just like when she nudged him.
Down boy.
“You know I have game, BB,” Wolfe rumbled out from deep in his chest, his wanting eyes perusing her body, letting her know he was talking nothing about a gameshow and everything about the passion burning between them.
For the next thirty minutes, Aspen and Wolfe raced to beat the contestants in answering the puzzles while Vanna performed her patented lighted block letter turns.
“You want to wager on the next puzzle, BB?”
“What’ya thinking, Connor?”she responded, a challenge in her yes that silently boasted she’d own him.
Not a chance.
“You’ll know my spoils when I win.”
“Confident, are we?”Aspen teased and set their dishes aside.“I think I’ll pick your exceptional skills in clearing dishes, hockey-player-er.”
“Player-er?”Wolfe arched an eyebrow at her cheeky response.“You won’t need to worry about your prize, because I’m winning.”
“Bring it.”
Pat Sajack’s kind voice announced the standard letters for the final puzzle along with the additional consonants and vowel contestant, Eli, provided.
