Page 174 of Deadly Sweet

That has my ears perking up. “Okay, now that's a game I can get on board with. Also, I vote we all play strip poker as a pack. I’ll teach you if you don’t know how.”

“Deal.” She laughs.

“Are we playing it this way so you can get naked and distract me from winning?” I ask, crossing my arms. “Because it’s not going to work.” Lies, all lies. But she doesn’t need to know that.

“Wanna bet?” she calls my bluff. Am I that obvious?Who am I joking, of course I am.

“So what? Every time I get a ball, you strip? So, it’s like a double win.” I smirk.

“Nope,” she says, popping the p. “Every time one of us misses, we lose a piece of clothing.”

My brows furrow. “You mean the better we are at the game, the more our clothes stay on?”

“Yup.” She grins.

“Oh, that’s just fucking mean.”

She tosses her head back and laughs. It affects both my heart and my dick. I’m a complex guy.

“You wanna play or not?”

I grin, taking a step forward. “Game on, baby.”

Do you know how hardit is to play well when all I want is for my Omega to be naked?

I’m winning the game, but am I actually winning? She’s pretty much fully clothed, only losing her socks, shoes, and the headband she was wearing. All cheap shots if you ask me.One miss per sock and shoe? I was robbed!

And me? I’m down to my boxers.

I’m not sure if she’s fucking with me or if she’s really not that good at the game.

From the smug grin she has on her pretty face, I'm gonna go with the former.

“How about we shake things up a bit?” she asks, grabbing the hem of her shirt just as I go to take my shot. My eyes lift and my lips part, missing the damn shot as I’m distracted by the way her bra holds up her breasts perfectly. She’s wearing this sexy little red laced number and just below, she has a fucking corset. Fucking hell.

My cock leaks against my boxers, leaving a very obvious wet patch on the front of them.

“O-okay,” my voice cracks.

I sound pathetic, but I’m going crazy.

I can’t think; my mind is preoccupied with the burning need for her and the way my cock has been hard for a good half hour now with no relief. And when I try to touch myself, she growls at me and calls me a bad boy. I don’t wanna be a bad boy! I wanna be her good boy.

Standing up straight, I watch her like an eager puppy as she takes off her shorts next, leaving her standing there in only her underwear. A red thong to match the rest.

Her eyes drop to my boxers, and she grins. “That looks a little painful.”

“You think?” I croak, my eyes dropping to the wet spot on her panties. “What about you? Need some relief. I can help. Let me eat you out, please.”

She laughs, and it kills me inside. “I’m fine.”

I whimper with disappointment.

“You're killing me, Baby Girl,” I whine.

“I know.” She grins. “But don’t worry, my plan will fix all that.”

“Really?” I huff. “Only way this–” I point to my dick. “Can be fixed is if I fuck you.”

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