Page 54 of A Game Plan for Love

She’s halfway to the elevator when she spins. “My room or yours?”

“Uh…” I scramble after her. “My room is fine.”

I step into the elevator and press the sixth floor. Addie wraps her arm around my bicep and leans her head against my shoulder. “I’m really excited,” she whispers.

Well, I’m going to shit my pants.

She releases me as I swipe my key card and bounds into the room and flops onto the bed. “This is much bigger than my room,” she sighs, swinging her arms against the dark grey bedding.

The farthest wall is glass, offering a view of Broadway Street and the neon lights. A couch and a set of chairs sit beside the bed, and a large flat screen is mounted on the wall. I take the farthest seat in the room and place the board game on the table.

Addie crawls around on the bed and my dick twitches in my joggers. I squeeze my eyes shut to banish the erotic image. When I open them, she’s standing right in front of me. Her breasts are practically in my face, and it requires all my self-control to keep my gaze north.

She grips both sides of my armchair, leaning until we’re at eye level. Her irises are brown in the light of the room, and her pupils dilate as she moves forward, our lips inches apart.

“We should get this out of the way,” she says, her voice low and sultry.

“What?”

I desperately want to touch her, but I keep my hands at my sides.

“The kiss you owe me. A real one.” The corner of her lip ticks up. “Not the pathetic one in Deon’s driveway.”

Addie drags her lip between her teeth, and I lose function of my tongue. Now would be a wonderful time for a witty remark or flirty tease, but all words are lost when she looks at me like that.

She raises a brow.

I lift a hand to cradle her cheek, fingertips tangling in her hair. My heartbeat is in my throat as I lean forward and press my lips to hers. She melts immediately, a soft mewl escaping as I trail my tongue across the seam of her lips.

The kiss is slow, unhurried, exploratory.

We break apart, and Addie’s smile is spectacular. I feel the zing in my chest again—a zap of lightning to my solar plexus.

“Much better,” she murmurs.

She moves to sit in my lap, but I grab her hips to stop her.

“Let’s maybe not,” I grit out.

Her brows crinkle, then her eyes dart down to my lap where my dick isbeggingfor freedom. Addie giggles loudly, but moves to sit on the couch. Her cheeks are flushed, but she wears a pleased smile.

“You said you had a game.” I nod, pulling the small box out of the tote bag and setting it on the table. I lay out the snacks, and she immediately digs into a KitKat. “I have to hide in my car to eat these,” she lifts the candy bar in the air, “or else Nora is on my ass to share with her.”

She moans as she eats the chocolate. “Addie,please.”

I am doing everything I can to keep this PG, but if she keeps making sounds like that, I’m not going to make it through the game.

She laughs—again. “Sorry.”

She doesn’t sound apologetic in the slightest.

“The object of the game is to get to know each other,” I explain as I stack the cards in a pile. “There’s no obligation to answer any question you’re not comfortable with.”

Addie nods and crosses her legs beneath her. “So, I pick a card and you answer the question and vice versa?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Alright,” she picks a card out of the middle of the pile. “If you came with a warning label, what would the label say?”

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