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“What’s there to think about? You either have or haven’t.”

“Yeah, but if I answer, I don’t get to do a dare.”

“Why would anyone want to be dared?” I tossed the card at him. “Just answer the damn question and put yourself out of your misery! Not like it matters one way or the other if you have a sex tape.”

“That takes the fun out of the game.” He paused. “Okay…dare.” He reached over to the dare card stack and drew one. He read it silently and chuckled to himself.

“Read it,” I said.

“Stare into your opponent’s eyes and say something dirty without laughing.” He started to crack up. “Fuck.”

Oh boy.

He kept trying to put on a straight face, but ended up laughing over and over again. I was laughing now, too—laughing at what a goof he was.

Then he cleared his throat, long and hard. He seemed to get his shit together. Cade’s expression turned serious. Very serious. His dark brown eyes seared into mine for several seconds, and you could hear a pin drop. Then, in a low, deep voice, he said, “I would love to fuck the hate you have for me right out of you, Red. Right up against that wall, right now—fuck you over and over until you’re screaming my name and begging me not to stop.”

A chill ran down my spine. That low, gravelly tone made my legs quiver. He could’ve given the guy who narrated my audiobook a run for his money.

I swallowed, trying not to seem affected. “Okay, nicely done. Moving on.”

He set the dare card down, his face a tad red. “I guess it wasn’t dirty enough, because I didn’t offer to slice some guy’s fingers off if he touched you, huh?”

I wouldn’t be admitting that it was plenty dirty and had awakened something inside of me that I didn’t want awakened—not by Cade McMahon, at least. But damn.

“Okay, my turn to ask you a question now,” he said, reaching for a card. He snickered.

I lifted a brow. “What?”

“You’re gonna hate this,” he said, running a hand through his black hair.

“Not sure I can hate this game much more.” I took a gulp of my wine. “So try me.”

His eyes filled with mirth. “How many people have you slept with?”

My jaw dropped. “None of your damn business! They have some nerve asking that question in a stupid game.”

“Welp.” He shrugged. “Your choice. Looks like it’s flirt or dare.”

“No way I’m flirting with your ass, so I guess it’s dare.”

“Okay.” He pointed to the pile of cards. “Draw your dare card, then.”

I took the top one off the pile and read it.

I froze. Oh, hell no.

I slapped the card down on the table. “I need another one.”

“Um…” He waved his index finger back and forth at me. “That’s not how this game is played.”

I crossed my arms. “Well, I’m sorry. I can’t do this one.”

“What the hell is so bad?” He grabbed the card and looked at it.

Take off either your shirt or pants.

CHAPTER 5