AIRICKA PHOENIX

That night changed something. I know it’s not in my head because it’s on Addie’s face mirroring my feelings exactly.

But I … we both know it would be a bad idea if we crossed that line. There are so many reasons why, yet my dick can’t think of one when she’s bending over by the pool, the finger width of fabric a perfect runway down the center of her cunt.

She stretches out all that soft, supple flesh under the sun, skin glistening with sunscreen, tits firm and barely contained by the triangles covering her nipples. I would barely have to do anything but get on top of her and slide my cock deep into her tight heat.

So, I avoid all the places she’ll be. I stay at work longer to avoid temptation. I go straight to bed after dinner. I ignore her eyes watching me, waiting for me to submit. But even a sinner can only run so far.

“Rhys?”

I look up from the paperwork I’d brought home to the angel hovering in the doorway with her hands behind her back.

“Yeah baby?” I wince at the slip. I blame it on my brain being in a million places and distracted by the tiny shorts and crop top tank she’s wearing.

But Addie smiles sweetly. “Are you busy?”

It’s a good thing I’m in construction and not a surgeon because I would have dropped my scalpel and abandoned my patient to get to her.

“No, what’s up?”

She steps deeper into the room, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. They shuffle slightly when she reaches the carpet and me.

Her knees bump mine. She’s so close I can drag her into my lap. So close I can smell her skin and the faint hint of her honeysuckle shampoo.

“Will you play with me?”

My cock is up before she finishes speaking. It’s a hard fist throbbing to give her exactly what we both fucking want.

“Yes, I fucking want to play with you,” I’m ready to tell her when she pulls a game board from behind her and holds it out for me.

Who Can Last Longer?

The box is black with bright pink lettering.

I take it from her. Something rattles inside as I turn it over.

The purpose of the game is brutally clear. They don’t toy with the words or hint to the situation you’re about to get into.

Tease your partner while initiating a stimulating game of truth or dare.

I look up at Addie. The part of my brain giving her the benefit of the doubt — maybe she doesn’t know — dies with the excited little clamp she has on her bottom lip.

“This is…”

How am I supposed to explain this game is intended for two people to fuck?

Did she want us to fuck?

My pulse is racing. It’s pounding in my chest and between my legs.

“We don’t have to go the whole way. I’m just curious. I don’t want to play it with anyone else, but I can find someone if you’re not—”

My head jerks up, murderous fury overriding my common sense.

“This is a serious game. You can’t just play it with anyone.”

She smiles sweetly. “So, you’ll play with me?”

What choice do I have? I can’t … she can’t go play this with some other guy.

I slap it on the coffee table, over the small mountain of paperwork I need to finish before morning, fully aware I was set up. She knew I wouldn’t let her fuck another guy when I’ve already decided she’s mine. Fuck social norms. The only dick Addie is ever going to have going forward is mine.

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