Page 27 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

He pauses just inside my front door before clicking it closed. I jump when he takes my hand in his and massages my palm, kneading his thumbs into my skin. Victor’s gaze is intense but kind. As if he’s studying me to make sure this is what I really want.

“We don’t have to rush, Law. I won’t ever push you to do anything you don’t want to do. Screw what your asshole ex said. You can take as much time as you want. Being a virgin isn’t a bad thing.”

God, for some reason, his words just turn me on even more. Or maybe it’s because he’s so patient, so in control. I have to fight the urge not to readjust myself in my pants. I might be ready for the next step, but just in case he wants to turn me down, I don’t really want him to know just how hard I am.

Straightening my shoulders, I try to appear confident as I look him in the eyes. “I'm not saying I want to go all the way just yet, but I don’t know.” I bite my lip, aiming for seduction. “I was kind of hoping to show you my sex toy collection.”

Chapter 6

Victor

Any ounce of control over my raging boner went up in flames the moment Law bit his lip and gave me that sultry look. How has a virgin perfected such a stare?

But when he asks to show me his toy collection, I’m a goner. Fuuuuuck.

I swallow back a groan at all the images flooding my mind. Law gives me a knowing little smile. The minx.

Bending down, I steal a small kiss. “Show me your collection, sweetheart.” The pet name rolls off my tongue without my permission, but I don’t want to take it back. In fact, he seems excited by the endearment.

He tugs my hand and leads me down a small hall. His bedroom is tidy, with splashes of color. Purple decorative pillows and a bright teal throw are placed neatly over a king-sized bed. Next to the bed is a white nightstand and off against the far wall is a matching white dresser.

We walk toward the dresser before he pauses right in front of it. Lawson looks up into my eyes, suddenly looking younger than his twenty-three. “I’ve never shown anyone my collection before,” he admits.

“But what about Carter?” I ask, hating the fact I brought up that asshole.

Lawson shakes his head. “I never showed him. He–uh. I found my drawer cracked open when I came back from the bathroom one day.”

Anger lights my insides. “He invaded your privacy?” I ask, even though it’s obvious he did.

“Yeah.” He chews his bottom lip. “Anyway, I want you to be my first.”

I choke on air. And I swear, if I was walking, I would have tripped over it, too.

Lawson chuckles. “The first guy who has my permission to see my whole collection.”

My lips twitch. “You said that on purpose. Didn’t you?” I yank him against me and tickle his side, happy to hear his giddy laughter. He laughs and pulls me flush against his front before stealing a kiss of his own.

I gasp, parting my lips for him as his tongue darts into my mouth and he deepens the kiss. Suddenly tickling, toys, and laughter are forgotten.

I’m lost in the sweet smell of his vanilla-scented soap, and the taste of him.

He pushes me away from the dresser and shoves me onto his bed before climbing on top of me. Lawson rips his shirt off as he goes. Damn, he’s beautiful. He's lean, but not defined with muscle, like me. Instead, he’s soft and sensual, with a slight hourglass figure.

I swallow hard before he’s on me again, making out and grinding. He’s so desperate and needy. It’s ticking all my boxes. But I have to make sure he doesn’t feel pressure to take this further or get rid of his virginity.

“Law,” I pant. “Slow down, sweetheart.”

“No,” he whispers against my mouth. “Unless you want me to stop, I want to explore things with you. I’ve never felt this way with anyone. You light up my whole body, and–” he trails off, sounding shy again.

“And what?” I prop myself up on my elbows and Lawson climbs off my body, standing in front of me.

He straightens his shoulders, the way he always does when trying to fight his nerves. “And… I really want to come with you watching me.”

Oh fuck.

Does he know? There’s no way. It’s practically my kryptonite, to watch my partner come apart when they orgasm. I might have a voyeuristic side I never told anybody about.

“I’d like that.” My voice is so rough, I don’t even sound like me. I readjust myself in my pants and Lawson follows the movement. His eyes widen when he sees just how much I’m tenting my jeans.

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