Page 204 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“You two are no fun skipping the dares!” Bruce pouts, but I only laugh.

“I’m sure dares will come. The night is still young.” Raising an eyebrow at Caleb, I wait for his question. He gulps his drink and I suddenly wonder what the hell he’s gonna ask me if he needs liquid courage to do it?

“Malcolm,” he breathes before meeting my gaze. “Do you sleep in the nude or something else?”

I want to burst out laughing, but I know Caleb’s feelings might be hurt if I do. Caleb’s chest rises with short breaths, like just the chance to hear the answer turns him on.

“Well…if it’s a really cold night, you know, like -25 degrees or more? It’s drafty and without a warm body next to me, I have a pair of flannel jammies. There are little books on them.”

Caleb smiles. “That’s so sweet.”

“But any other day? Naked as the day I was born.” Leaning back in my chair, I smirk at Caleb. “I like to feel the cool sheets on my skin. Especially on my di–”

“Okay! I get the picture!”

Caleb is adorably pink and if I had to guess by how wide the man spread just became, he’s turned on.

“Your turn, Malcolm!”

“Bruce, you’re chomping at the bit, so I’ll put you out of your misery. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He casts a heated look at Avery. “I bet there’s nothing you can think of that I won’t do.”

Avery sits back, clearly used to Bruce’s shenanigans.

“Baby, it’s a public place. Don’t go thinking about public nudity or…other stuff. I’d like to not get arrested tonight.”

“Dear lord,” Caleb whispers under his breath and squirms.

“Okay, a clean dare it is.” Bruce’s face drops and I have to laugh at his disappointment. “Clean-ish then.”

Looking around the room for ideas on how to keep him happy with a quasi-dirty dare and not be arrested, I settle on something that might keep them both happy.

“I dare you to give Avery a lap dance. Clothes stay on, though. No longer than two minutes.”

“Fuck yeah,” Bruce purrs, and Avery kicks his chair back from the table.

Caleb’s hand squeezes my knee, and I catch his expression. Scared. Excited. Maybe a bit nervous.

“You okay with that?” I whisper, leaning in closer to him while Avery sips a drink, undressing Bruce with his gaze.

“Um, yeah. I mean, it’s just…we just met them? Is that weird?”

“Do you like strippers?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know them before they dance for you?”

He shakes his head. “No, I guess not.”

“Just think like that, then. You good?”

With a nod, he settles back, but slides his chair closer to me. The music changes to a sultry song and I signal to Bruce his two minutes starts now.

All I can say is, I picked the worst dare because Bruce is an incredibly sexy dancer. He rubs on Avery like a cat and has a very suggestive hip movement going. Avery loves it and if I had to guess, this isn’t the first time he’s been gifted a lap dance.

Both Caleb and I are drawn in, watching the chemistry between this couple. The two-minute buzzer on my phone went off ages ago, but I can’t bring myself to tell them to stop.

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