Page 96 of Ardently Yours

“Some things are worth the risk.” Ardenfists my hair and kisses me like we have all night. Like tasting me is the best thing he’s ever done.

There are so many things that will change when Arden and I can be together all the time. We’ll have this kind of intimacy every night.

Once I slipped Rochelle in with RealFreedom as the new liaison, I finally relaxed fully and let myself believe this could work. Maybe I can’t forget the body in the basement, but I don’t have to be the one to guard it all the time. I can have a life with Arden.

When Arden slides those wide palms under my tank top, he reaches around and unclasps my bra without a single hitch.

Then he stiffens and draws away from our kiss.

I search his expression, but rather than looking back at me, Arden scowls out into the darkness and gives a sharp lift of his chin as he gives someone on his security team an order.

“I forgot they were here. Did one of your people see us?” I ask.

He reaches to the chair beside us for a blanket. “If he did, it was incidental. I’m not usually so distracted. They’re giving us privacy now.”

Arden wraps the blanket around me, and I sigh and wrinkle my nose. “It’s too hot.”

“If the kids wake up and come looking for us, I don’t want to give them an eyeful.”

“Exactly what are you planning?”

When Arden drags the blanket over both of our heads like a makeshift tent and holds it there, I gasp with laughter.

His eyes twinkle in the firelight that glows through the thin fabric. “A game. We’ll call this one ‘Sir Says.’”

I snicker, but my pelvis clenches in a rush of liquid arousal. “Is it like Simon Says?”

“Exactly like that.Sir Says,‘Take off your sweatshirt.’”

I squirm on his lap as I wiggle out of the navy BSU sweatshirt, then reach a hand outside the blanket, dropping the clothing on the ground next to our chair.

Arden watches me with a wolfish smile, the ivory waffle-weave cotton blanket thin enough that illumination from the fire and the patio light make their way through for us to see each other in the amber glow.

The delicious scent of whatever outrageously expensive cologne he wears mixes with the scent of campfire and my own fruity body spray I usually buy at a Buy One, Get One Half Off sale.

“Sir Says,‘Lift your tank top all the way over your breasts,’” he says.

I’m wearing two, so I raise the top layer.

“You’re too good at this,” he says.

“What happens if I lose the game?”

He hums, then says, “Tonight, it means switching leaders. You’ll tell me what to do.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I am getting better at that.”

“You’re incredible at it. You can always throw the game if you’re in the mood.” He leans back. “Sir Says, ‘Kiss me . . . on the mouth with tongue.’” He adds the last part because he knows I’ll take every loophole I can find to tease him.

The kiss leaves me breathless. Then I straighten and wait expectantly for my next order. Arden’s cock flexes against me, but I stay still, enjoying this game too much to risk losing.

“Sir Says, ‘Show me your naked breasts and continue to show them to me until I say to stop or until such time as I give a directive that comes into conflict with my previous order.’”

I huff a laugh at his phrasing. “You’re such a lawyer.”

A low rumble of a boat engine sounds, waves slap against the shore, crickets chirp, and the fire crackles. None of it distracts me from the man beneath me. I lift the remaining tank top and my already unclasped bra, securing them with a little tuck and exposing my breasts to the now humid night air.

Arden stares, navy eyes glazing with lust. He swallows hard and speaks in a gravelly tone. “Sir Says, ‘Don’t move.’”

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