Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Who knew there was an entire stash of games in the pool house? Everything from old board games to various decks of cards. Candace had brought out a pile for us to choose from.
The four of us ended up playing Pictionary, which was innocent enough. There was another game in the bunch, though, that seemed anything but innocent. And while we’d all gotten a good laugh about it, we’d steered clear of that one.
After Candace and Chandler left, though, Dorian and I stayed out by the pool. It was dark now, the moon casting a glow over the patio. And the rainbow lights that lit up the pool at night created a sexy vibe.
“Who do you think is responsible for the sex card game?” I asked, gesturing to the box on the table.
It was called Toe the Line, a truth-or-dare-like game of sexually provocative questions. We had joked earlier about who it might’ve belonged to, but no one seemed to know.
Dorian stretched his legs out on the lounge chair. “What’s your guess?”
“I’m gonna say it had to be Christina’s.”
“Maybe. Although I can’t picture my father playing that game.”
“But they had to have played it together. Who else would it belong to?”
“Maybe it’s Benjamin’s,” Dorian suggested.
We both cracked up at the idea of straight-laced Benjamin stashing this game away.
I’d read the rules. You had to ask your opponent a sex-related question, and if they didn’t want to answer, they were required to do a dare, one I assumed had to be sexual in nature.
I reached over and opened the box. “I must’ve had a little too much to drink because I would totally play this right now.”
Dorian shifted in his seat. “I’m not sure that’d be a good idea.”
“It would be a terrible idea,” I agreed.
He looked up at the dark sky. “How bad do you think the questions are?”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” I took out the cards. Flipping over the first one, I read it in silence. “This isn’t that bad,” I said. “It’s dumb, actually.”
“What is it?”
I read from the card. “What’s your favorite sexual position and why?”
He stared out toward the pool. “That’s predictable and lame.”
“Right?”
I let out a breath and waited, looking over at him.
He turned to me. “Are you asking me to answer it?”
“Only if you want to play.”
“What’s the dare option?”
I laughed a little as I read it. “Try to turn someone on just by looking at them.”
“So…stare at you like Zoolander and expect you to get hot and bothered?”
“Basically.”
“I’ll answer the question.”
“Thanks for sparing me.”
He scratched his chin. “My favorite sexual position is holding a woman up with her legs wrapped around me, one hand around her ass, and the other pulling her hair while I fuck her.”
Holy crap.
Hearing those words exit his mouth—particularly “fuck her”—made the muscles between my legs tighten. If I’d thought I was hot and bothered before, now I was a goner.
I swallowed. “That’s…nice.”
“What about you?” he asked.
Your favorite position sounds pretty damn good to me. “That’s not how the game works,” I replied. “You answer the question, and you get a point. I don’t answer the same question. Now you pick a different card for me to answer.”
“All right, then.” He sat up, reaching for a card. “This one is even lamer.”
I sat up. “Oh good. I’m counting on lame.”
“You cannot get any lamer than this one,” he said before reading it. “Name three things that turn you on that have nothing to do with sex.”
How did I get so lucky? I giggled. “I don’t need to know the dare. This is easy.”
“I’m listening.” He threw the card aside.
“One is…men reading,” I said.
Flashing me a look of disbelief, he crossed his arms. “Really…”
“Oh my God, yes. There’s something so sexy about it. Related to that, men in glasses.” I shivered. “That’s number two. And number three is…libraries.”
“I’m sensing a theme here. But the library? Doesn’t exactly scream sex to me.”
I sighed deeply. “There’s something about a library. The echo. The windows. The smell of the books. It reminds me of sex, even though it has nothing to do with sex. I have this fantasy where I’m browsing the book aisle in an empty library, and a man comes up behind me, pulls my hair, and kisses me. Then we…you know…up against the bookshelves.”
“Very interesting.”
“You don’t think that’s weird?”
“No. I don’t judge anyone for what gets them off. We can’t help what we like. It’s nature.”
“Do you want to keep playing?”
“I never said I wanted to play in the first place.”
“Okay, hardass. I’ll put the game away.” I stacked the cards to put them back into the box.
“But actually, I’m enjoying it. So let’s keep going,” he said.
“Okay.” My skin tingled as I took one of the cards. Oh boy. I felt my face blush as I read the sentence aloud. “What did you think about the last time you masturbated?”