I'm bad for her. She knows it but can't stay away from me.The good girl has no idea what she's doing. Tempting me. Flaunting her body in those shorty shorts. Making my dick hard when she "accidentally" drops her purse. And when she bites her lip...
Caine looked downright delicious in a suit. He was even sexier in a suit and the mask I forced him to put on. A cigarette dangles between his lips as I approached him. I plucked the cigarette from his lips and took a drag. I leaned down and exhaled. The smoke billowed in his face, making him glare. I put the cigarette out and chuckled at him. Putting one finger under his chin, I forced him to meet my amused gaze.
"Don't be such a spoil sport, champ. You lost the bet, so suck it up."
"Dammit, woman…"
"Aww," I teased, "Is Caine upset a girl beat him at Call Of Duty?"
"No," he scowled, "You fucking cheated."
"And how did I cheat? It's a video game."
"You distracted me," he muttered.
"Does Caine need some cheese with his wine?"
Caine gripped my hips and yanked me down on his lap. I swallowed hard when he feathered his lips over my neck and whispered harshly. "You distracted me when you reached over and "accidentally" touched my dick."
"I didn't…"
He threw me a smirk, "Don't worry though, I fully intend to take advantage of the situation."
Before I could register what he meant, he pulled my arms behind my back and slapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists.
"You may have won the bet, but didn't think this through very well. Like I said I intend to take full control of the situation. Happy fucking Halloween, baby. You're in for a long night."
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