Page 44 of Merry Mischief List

For starters.“You’re trouble.”

“You have no idea,” she says, a finger dragging along the already low hem of her tank top. “Let’s play a little game. I’m gonna ask you a question, and every time you lie, I lose a piece of clothing.”

“You think I can’t handle a little skin? I’ve already seen you in a bathing suit.”And you looked like a damn angel.

“We’ll see.” She contemplates me. “When’s the last time you had sex?”

My brows furrow, surprised at her first question. “Three weeks ago?”

“Frequent hook up or one-night stand?”

“One-night stand,” I answer honestly.

“Where’d you meet her?”

“Night club.”

“And did you get an STD test since then?”

“Of course.” I narrow my eyes at her. “The team gets checked once a month, and I’m no exception to that rule.”

“Good.” She nods. “Now that I’ve calibrated the lie detector, let’s get started.”

I huff out a laugh. She’s beautifully infuriating. Pushing me around like she’s in control. My dick is so hard it’s getting painful, and I’m fighting to think straight. I’ve done so well resisting her, but if she starts stripping in my kitchen… I may be strong, but I’m still human.

“Question number one. Have you ever thought about me naked?”Going straight for the kill it seems.

“I… have not,” I respond.

She releases a soft laugh. “Wow, this is easier than I thought it would be.” Her fingers find the hem of her shirt. “Your answer has been deemed a lie.” She tugs the tank top off and tosses it to the floor.

“Judge, jury, and executioner, I see,” I say, fighting the urge to take in the sight of her breasts, which are supported by a pretty black lace bra.Fuck, they look as good as they tasted.

“Question number two,” she says, ignoring me. “Are you hard right now?”

I clench my jaw together because given how tight my jeans have gotten, she and I both know the answer to that question. “Nope.”

“Tsk-tsk,” she replies, stepping closer. “Shall we test that?”

I swallow hard as she invades my space, her sweet smell surrounding me like a walking Yankee candle. She rests a hand against my chest, and I suck in a breath, trying to think of anything that could kill this boner before she finds it.Stinky football locker room… football locker room… football…Nope, no use—brain’s fried at her soft touch. Andi grabs my chin, forcing my eyes to meet hers as she glides her fingers down my abs to the hem of my pants.

“Let’s see how honest you are, Porter,” she taunts, sliding her hand over the bulge in my pants and grinning victoriously. “Yep, just as I thought.”

She squeezes, and I fight a groan as she quickly releases, stepping away. “Your answer has been deemed a lie.” She brings her hands to her waist and unbuttons her shorts before dropping them to the ground and kicking them off.

Matching black satin panties.Of course.

“Next question,” she says, smiling, and my eyes rake over her. “What are you thinking about?”

Either way this goes, I’m fucked. My hands itch to touch her body, and if she drops another piece of fabric, I won’t be able to stop myself. All that smooth skin on display. Her confidence. The way she calls out my bullshit and isn’t afraid to take a little risk if it results in something we clearly both want.

This damn woman.

“You really wanna know?” I ask, stepping forward and caging her against the countertop.

“Either way, I’ll end up naked,” she says confidently, and fuck if it isn’t the truest thing she’s said all day.

I bend slightly, hooking my arms under her long legs, and she yelps as I hoist her up, setting her ass on the edge of the countertop. Positioning myself between them, I slide my fingers into her hair, tugging her head backwards to open up the column of her throat.

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