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My brow raises, eternally taken by her playfulness. “Is there really a loser if we both come?”

“Only if it’s not together.”

Flashbacks flood my mind of the number of times we’ve come together this week—her mouth on my cock, my fingers in her pussy while my tongue strokes her sensitive clit. Every position. Every combination. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

“You like when we come together, don’t you?”

“I do.” She swirls her thumb over mine. “It makes me feel closer to you.”

“Then tonight we come together or not at all.” But only after she comes at least twice, I silently vow.

Her giggles shake the swell of her breasts, distracting me from everything else. “Deal.”

I’m so fucking gone for this woman.

“Now, love, roll the dice.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

JULIET

Stroke. Inner thigh.

What a crap first roll.

Of course, Ford doesn’t think so. He grins at me from where he sits across the pillow pile leaning against the couch with his knees bent and open to give me space to follow through with the dice instructions.

I roll onto my knees, but high in the air and crawl, swaying my hips with each move toward him.

“You’re killing me, love,” Ford groans, his voice thick with desire.

I lick my lips, eyes locked on his as I settle between his legs. “I could say the same.”

Resting a hand on his knee, I tease the sensitive flesh with my thumb before I drag my nails down his thigh. I take my time reaching the hem of his boxer briefs, pushing them down to give me more room to explore. I only stop when I’m millimeters away from reaching the outline of his cock. Ford inhales a sharp breath.

“Your turn,” I rasp, sitting back, heels to ass, all too aware of Ford's attention on me.

It’s at that moment I realize the power this man gives me. The ability to play and tease freely. It’s just as addictive as he is.

Ford mutters a few curses under his breath, but they’re so low I can’t make heads or tails of what he actually says as he picks up the dice and rolls.

Anticipation flutters in my belly as we wait for them to come to a stop.

You Choose. Ears.

A wicked smile curls at the corner of his lips, and I suddenly get the feeling, in true Ford fashion, he’s about to stretch the rules of the game.

Ford reaches up and tangles his hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, eliciting a gasp from the back of my throat. He tugs me forward while his other hand wraps around my torso, pulling me flush against him. His hard cock perfectly nestles against my slit.

My clit throbs, a pulsing reminder that all it would take is rolling my hips to stoke the fire that’s ignited between my legs.

But I don’t give in. I wanted this game. To savor the foreplay. To explore every part of each other in a way that’s playful and without pressure.

And damn if that’s not a description of this entire dating experience with Ford.

I’m struck stupid by the thought, but I don’t get a moment more to examine it because he cranes his neck and nips the flesh just below my ear.

“You’re perfect, love,” he whispers, swiftly sucking the lobe of my ear between his teeth and lets out a breathy moan. He pulls just enough that there’s a bite of pain, but pleasure quickly follows, sending a zap of lightning straight to my clit.

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