said, “and you get to tie me up. I
win it, and I get to tie you up.”
What the hell she’d do with him afterward was a bit beyond
her skill set, but he did inspire a number of sexy fantasies. Why not act on
them?
With a chuckle, he said, “You have no idea what you’re
getting yourself into, but I like the wager. A lot.”
Hitching her chin, she said, “I just dropped three balls,
Chase. I could end this game before you even get a chance at a single shot.”
“Then we’ll make it best two out of three.”
“We might not even get to three,” she told him with a sassy
look. “I could easily take both games.”
“So much talk,” he quipped with a shake of his head. “Let’s
see some action, babe.”
Cassidy surveyed the table and mentally strategized her next
three shots. The first two were a piece of cake. The third didn’t quite align
properly, because she’d put too much backspin on the cue ball. But she called a
bank shot into the corner pocket and nailed it.
Chase groaned. “Shark.”
“Hardly. I told you upfront I knew what I was doing.”
She bent over the table for her next line-up. Chase crowded
her and mumbled, “I want you with your ass in the air again.”
The reminder of him fucking her the night before caused a
thrill to race down her spine and Cassidy missed her shot.
“You’re a cheat,” she said with a laugh.
“Whatever it takes, babe. I have some very specific ideas of
how I want you next, and winning this bet will definitely work to my
advantage.”
She moved past him and reached for the beer they were
sharing. The frosty Hefeweizen helped to cool her blazing insides.
What, exactly, did he plan to do to her? And why didn’t the
thought of being restrained and at his mercy scare the hell out of her?
Rather, the mere speculation tripping through her mind
turned her on even more.
She gnawed her bottom lip in contemplation as Chase worked
the table, dropping a combo and then kissing a stripe into the side pocket. He
left two balls perfectly aligned and slammed them in but came up short for the
third.
With a cocky smile, Cassidy told him, “Sorry, Charlie. One
chance to run the table is all you get.” She nailed her final solid and then
called the eight ball in the far pocket. It dropped in a clean shot and she
gloated. “Big mistake betting against me.”
“We’ll see.”
She racked the balls for Chase. He broke them with force,
dropping one of each. He eyed the table and went for the most beneficial set.
“I’ll take solids.”
He had them nicely arranged and went about efficiently
eliminating them. Cassidy cringed. When he finally missed a shot, he only had
two balls left. And he’d jacked her program by leaving the cue ball behind one
of his solids, with only the narrowest of bank shots possible.
Wagging his brows at her, he swooped in and whispered in her
ear, “You’re going to be naked tonight and so very, very wet.”
Excitement raced down her spine. So too did fear of the
unknown. She should have guessed that someone as sexually potent as Chase Logan
would have an intimidating bedroom repertoire.
He was dangerous to her highly sane and stable lifestyle. He
threatened all of her well-constructed walls, especially with his slow-burn
seduction. He still toyed with her, she saw it in the twinkle in his ocean-blue
eyes. There were boundaries he wanted to push, she held no misconception about
that.
Perhaps that was what the bondage thing was all about. He
wanted her vulnerable and wanted to be the one who broke through her defenses.
Granted, he had last night. To an extent. He clearly knew
there were greater challenges to face, for surely he didn’t discount the fact
they were having a sexy weekend fling and when it was over…
Well, could Cassidy keep herself from morphing back into her all work and no play self?
She gnawed her lip as she pretended to assess her shot on
the table.
Was she actually capable of balance? Of succeeding in her
career
win it, and I get to tie you up.”
What the hell she’d do with him afterward was a bit beyond
her skill set, but he did inspire a number of sexy fantasies. Why not act on
them?
With a chuckle, he said, “You have no idea what you’re
getting yourself into, but I like the wager. A lot.”
Hitching her chin, she said, “I just dropped three balls,
Chase. I could end this game before you even get a chance at a single shot.”
“Then we’ll make it best two out of three.”
“We might not even get to three,” she told him with a sassy
look. “I could easily take both games.”
“So much talk,” he quipped with a shake of his head. “Let’s
see some action, babe.”
Cassidy surveyed the table and mentally strategized her next
three shots. The first two were a piece of cake. The third didn’t quite align
properly, because she’d put too much backspin on the cue ball. But she called a
bank shot into the corner pocket and nailed it.
Chase groaned. “Shark.”
“Hardly. I told you upfront I knew what I was doing.”
She bent over the table for her next line-up. Chase crowded
her and mumbled, “I want you with your ass in the air again.”
The reminder of him fucking her the night before caused a
thrill to race down her spine and Cassidy missed her shot.
“You’re a cheat,” she said with a laugh.
“Whatever it takes, babe. I have some very specific ideas of
how I want you next, and winning this bet will definitely work to my
advantage.”
She moved past him and reached for the beer they were
sharing. The frosty Hefeweizen helped to cool her blazing insides.
What, exactly, did he plan to do to her? And why didn’t the
thought of being restrained and at his mercy scare the hell out of her?
Rather, the mere speculation tripping through her mind
turned her on even more.
She gnawed her bottom lip in contemplation as Chase worked
the table, dropping a combo and then kissing a stripe into the side pocket. He
left two balls perfectly aligned and slammed them in but came up short for the
third.
With a cocky smile, Cassidy told him, “Sorry, Charlie. One
chance to run the table is all you get.” She nailed her final solid and then
called the eight ball in the far pocket. It dropped in a clean shot and she
gloated. “Big mistake betting against me.”
“We’ll see.”
She racked the balls for Chase. He broke them with force,
dropping one of each. He eyed the table and went for the most beneficial set.
“I’ll take solids.”
He had them nicely arranged and went about efficiently
eliminating them. Cassidy cringed. When he finally missed a shot, he only had
two balls left. And he’d jacked her program by leaving the cue ball behind one
of his solids, with only the narrowest of bank shots possible.
Wagging his brows at her, he swooped in and whispered in her
ear, “You’re going to be naked tonight and so very, very wet.”
Excitement raced down her spine. So too did fear of the
unknown. She should have guessed that someone as sexually potent as Chase Logan
would have an intimidating bedroom repertoire.
He was dangerous to her highly sane and stable lifestyle. He
threatened all of her well-constructed walls, especially with his slow-burn
seduction. He still toyed with her, she saw it in the twinkle in his ocean-blue
eyes. There were boundaries he wanted to push, she held no misconception about
that.
Perhaps that was what the bondage thing was all about. He
wanted her vulnerable and wanted to be the one who broke through her defenses.
Granted, he had last night. To an extent. He clearly knew
there were greater challenges to face, for surely he didn’t discount the fact
they were having a sexy weekend fling and when it was over…
Well, could Cassidy keep herself from morphing back into her all work and no play self?
She gnawed her lip as she pretended to assess her shot on
the table.
Was she actually capable of balance? Of succeeding in her
career
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