Page 3 of Challenging the Billionaire
“I see that.” Ethan held the box up to the light to get a better look at what Jasmine shoved into their love life. “A sex game.”
“Duh. What other kind of game would we play on our anniversary?”
For the second time that night Ethan looked at her with sheer confusion. “I had something else in mind…”
“Oh, yes, I’m sure you were going to tie me up and choke me with your cock or whatever.” Jasmine waved away his protests. “You always get to choose what we do. Tonight I wanna dothis.”
She gestured to the game, a present from her friend Selena – although she would never tell Ethan that. Last thing he wanted to hear was that a meddling young woman bought them this crass board game for Jasmine to enjoy with her boyfriend. “Won it at a sex toy party!” she told Jasmine as they had lunch a week ago. “I have no use for it so… tell me how it goes with that hot billionaire of yours.”
Will do!
Right now it wasn’t going anywhere. Ethan looked like he couldn’t believe his sweet and tender Jasmine wouldeverhavesuch a thing.See, this guy has refined tastes.Lots of their rich friends would laugh out loud at this $10 game. Probably turn it into a group affair as they downed aged wine and cognac. Maybe hire some people to come in and strip for them while they had their board game orgy.I need to date those people.Because here was Ethan Cole, one of the most rigid men Jasmine knew… popping the lid off the game and pulling out the crudely drawn board with its various pieces. The spinner was so cheap that he could barely contain his laughter.
“I’ll have you know that this is how poor people get their jollies,” Jasmine said with absolutely no authority.
Ethan removed the tokens. “I was once poor as well, remember?”
“But did you ever havepoor people jollies sex?” Jasmine was practically an expert. “Because you haven’t lived until you’re…”
“In the back of some old, beat-up car hoping that your cheap condom doesn’t break while you try to finish in five minutes because her dad’s about to come by and kick your ass?” Ethan tested the spinner “My life at seventeen wasn’t nearly as glamorous as it is today.”
“What about at Harvard?” Ethan had bagged himself a scholarship there, spearheading his whole “becoming a billionaire in ten years” thing. “Bet you could afford better condoms then.” Imagining Ethan using condoms...Ahahahaha. Ha.Mr. Bareback With A Vasectomy was a riot.Whatever. I like it.
“See, in college, they handed out free condoms.” Ethan lay back on the bed and held the instruction manual above his head. “Why in the world do you want to do this?”
Jasmine patted his arm. “Because one year ago today you took me out on our first date. Remember?”
Ethan’s hand went into her hair, his cologne making her heady as she relaxed into his lazy embrace. “Of course.”
“And then you proceeded to offer me second-hand gifts while bending me over a couch and dry-humping me.Tres romantique.”
“So this is you getting back at me?”
“No, no.” Jasmine sat up on her legs and brought the game closer to her. “See, one year ago you calledallthe shots. You made all the decisions and seemingly sealed my fate. Now, I’m not gonna tell you that you taking control and making me your submissive wench isn’thotand all, but sometimes I like to see you… a bit more at the whims of fate.”
“You want to see me lose control… but without losing actual control.”
“I ain’t gonna top you, man!”
“Didn’t say you thought that.” Ethan looked over the game once more. There wasn’t much special about it. In fact, there were so few pieces that it was obvious the creators wanted to keep it as open-ended as possible. The goal was simple: end up fucking.My kind of game.However, the manner of sex was not up to the players. They both got a piece and a spinner that told them what space on the board to go to. That space? Told them what to do. Ethan Cole didn’t stand a damned chance.
“So, we gonna play?”
Ethan picked up a blue token. “I’m blue.”
Grinning, Jasmine snatched the red one and put the others back in the bag. “And I’m red!”
“Of course you are.” He brushed her bare leg, grasping her taut muscles there. “Because you’re my beautiful red rose, my flower.”
“Aw. Keep it in your pants. The game hasn’t told you to whip out your dick yet.”
The bed shook as Ethan slipped off, straightened his jacket, and took a step toward the bedroom door. “I’m gonna need more drinks if we’re doing this.”
Jasmine set up the game while Ethan tore up his kitchen and wet bar looking for a drink hard enough to ease his anxiety, but weak enough to keep him relatively sober.Last thing you’re doing on our first anniversary is passing out drunk, jerk.If that man wasn’t surging between her legs later… well, the game would decide.
Oh bother, this was going to be ahoot.
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