Page 206 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Shit. I might not make it out of here alive.

Chapter 10

Caleb

Good lord, what was I thinking?

I’m on a date with my bookshop guy. Cute Malcolm, who I’ve pined after for months because I was too shy to introduce myself. I didn’t take baby steps to get here.

I’m sprinting so fast I’m probably going to trip over my feet, but being out with another couple and having already kissed Malcolm, the nerves have calmed.

It’s easier to be with him and be myself.

He’s been so easy to get to know. And kiss. Don’t forget the kiss.

Malcolm does as I ask, slowly reaching his arms behind his chair with a heated look. Shy bookstore nerd, my ass. He’s hiding a wild side, and I’m just bold enough to find it.

“Spread your legs a bit and get comfortable. This is gonna take me a while.”

Bruce claps lightly with a small laugh, and Avery sits back, pulling Bruce with him. They gave us a show, so it’s only fair to return the favour, right?

“You keep surprising me.” Malcolm grins as he adjusts his position on the chair. “I like that.”

“I keep surprising me, too.” Laughing, I pick up the shot glass and pluck the cherry off the top. “Hold this between your teeth and don’t bite it. I’ll come back to that in a bit.”

Malcolm parts his lips, and when I move to give him the cherry, he flicks his tongue to lick my finger. Such a tease.

“First is the whipped cream and there’s a lot of it here, Mal. It might take me a while. You ready?”

He nods, cherry in his teeth just as I instructed, and a bolt of lust shocks through me. New fetish unlocked, my partner holding cherries between their teeth. Swiping a blob of cream from the glass, I dab it along the shell of his ear. Leaning close, I allow my lips to brush across his ear.

“Since I can’t have you naked here, I plan to lick all this off the parts I can.” My tongue dances across his ear, licking the whipped cream at my leisure. His eyes have dropped closed, and he tilts his head for me. “Good boy, Malcolm. Don’t bite that cherry.”

His throat bobs with a swallow and a whimper. Just like at the bar, everyone around us fades away. I wish he was splayed out naked and I could eat this stuff off all his sensitive parts. Hmm, maybe this could be continued when we get back to his house.

Painting more whipped cream on his neck, I straddle his lap and tilt his neck to the other side. Thank god I’m not lactose intolerant. I could lick whipped cream off Malcolm all damn night.

“I don’t know why, but this tastes so much better off your skin. I can taste you with the cream, Mal. It’s fucking delicious.” I whisper it low in his other ear, while I coat a dollop of cream there. Taking my time, I gently bite his earlobe and soothe it with my tongue, collecting the whipped cream. “I wish we weren’t in public. I’m so turned on with you like this.”

Where did this part of me come from?

Malcolm’s reply is a slight raise of his hips, and I meet his gaze. Jesus, he’s hard, and those eyes. God, he could write a book with a single gaze. A filthy book.

He still holds the cherry in his teeth, but a little juice has leaked out at the corner of his mouth. Bruce murmurs off to my right and I ignore him while I lick the leaked cherry juice from Malcolm.

“You should consider taking this on the stage. You two are inferno-level hot.”

Ignoring Bruce again, I scoop the last bit of whipped cream and slather it on Malcolm’s lips. His eyes are ablaze and his chest puffs with short breaths.

“Ready for the finale?”

The answering bob of his throat and spread of his legs are all I need. My fingertips brush against the waistband of his pants. “Sit up a little bit, Mal.”

He wiggles up straighter, hands still behind his back, cherry still in his teeth. His cheeks are flushed with arousal and I take a moment to sear this sight into my brain. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Why did I choose to torture us both like this?

With a deep breath, I do the boldest thing I’ve ever done in public and flip the button of his pants open.

“Oh, snap,” Bruce exclaims and my gaze meets Malcolm’s.

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