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on my chest. Standing, she gently pushed me so that I was on the couch.

“I got something for you.” She undid the top button on her jeans. Hell yeah, she does.

She pulled down the zipper slowly, revealing black lace. Then she turned her attention to her top, undoing each button slowly, all the while holding my gaze.

It was sexy as hell, especially because she seemed to enjoy teasing me. And fuck, it was working. My cock was so hard.

She slipped the shirt off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra that matched her bottoms. Beneath the delicate fabric, her nipples were taut. Christ. She’s trying to kill me.

Rotating her hips, she shimmied out of her pants, stepping out of her shoes so she could kick the pants aside. She stood, nearly naked except for the scraps of black lace.

“Holy fuck, you should come with a warning label,” I said.

She smiled, telling me that was the right thing to say. “What should it say?”

“At your own risk.”

She frowned. “What’s at your own risk?”

“Everything. You’re a fantasy come to life.” She was the total fucking package, and I couldn’t believe how goddamned lucky I was.

She stepped toward me. “You have no idea.” Leaning down, she undid my belt then pulled it out of the loops and tossed it over her shoulder. Kneeling in front of me, she undid the buttons of my shirt and pushed it over my shoulders. Then she undid my pants, and I lifted my hips so she could pull them down my thighs. Straddling me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and lowered her mouth to mine.

I ravaged her mouth, taking possession. I gripped her ass, pleasantly surprised when my palms came in contact with her bare skin. Fuck! I wish I’d asked her to turn around so I could have appreciated every angle. But there was one thing hotter than Becca in skimpy black lace, and that was Becca with nothing on at all.

I unhooked her bra and discarded it then cupped one breast while sucking the other one into my mouth. Gasping, she arched her back.

I couldn’t wait to get inside her, to feel her muscles clamp around me. And then I’d—

“Shit!”

Becca’s body jerked away from me. “What? What is it?”

Talk about ruining the mood. All Becca had to do was lay a single finger on me, and any smoothness I had went out the window. “I don’t have any condoms down here.”

Her body relaxed. “Is that all? You scared me.”

“Sorry, babe.”

She climbed off my lap, which was a damn shame. Then she shifted, and I caught sight of the black lace disappearing into her ass. I grinned. “Your ass looks so hot in those.”

Putting a hand on her waist, she cocked her hip out. “Yeah?”

Before she knew what was coming, I rushed her and threw her over my shoulder. She let out a yell of surprise. When I got her upstairs, I planned to make her scream again, only this time for entirely different reasons.

CHAPTER 19

Carson

BECCA CUDDLED UP next to me. “Truth.”

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. “This should be called truth and truth, not truth or dare.” I grinned as all sorts of wicked thoughts filled my mind. We’d only just started the game, but so far, we’d only had truths, and I was dying to give Becca a dare.

“That look right there is exactly why I won’t choose dare,” she said. Ah, she knew me all too well.

My grin widened. “I think we’d both enjoy a dare.” At least we would enjoy my dares. Becca had a devious streak and could be creative, so I was leery of whatever dare she might pick for me.

“Probably, but I need a breather after the last few… um… dares.”

I stifled a laugh. She was so cute because as mature and intelligent as she was, she still blushed every time she talked about our sex life. Which was freaking amazing, by the way. What Becca lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” I couldn’t help teasing her. That was one thing about our relationship that hadn’t changed.

She groaned. “Shut up. And hurry up with the truth question.”

“Okay, I got one,” I said. “Remember that girl on your field hockey team?”

“There were a lot of girls on my field hockey team,” she said dryly.

“You know the one I mean.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” Though she tried for nonchalant, I could tell