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I huffed in mock offense and got out the milk and two glasses. I started to shepherd her toward the couch when I nearly tripped over the dogs.
“Do they deserve anything?” I asked her.
“Always.”
“Dog treats are in there.” I pointed to a big jar of milk bones on the counter.
Rae reached for the jar and Major’s butt hit the floor. He sat waiting for his treat, tongue out, tail thumping. Georgie picked up on the situation quickly and he, too, plopped his butt on the floor.
“Such good boys.” Rae gave Major his treat, and he gobbled the jumbo-sized bone on the spot. After a moment’s hesitation, she gave a whole bone to Georgie, who took it with the ferocity of a velociraptor and flounced off to Major’s bed with his oversized prize.
Major, in a display that bordered on humiliating, looked up at Rae with sad puppy eyes begging for a second bone. His face saidplease, I gave the fluffy rat my bed, hook me up. And of course, she did.
“He worked you.”
“I’m an easy mark.” She took the bag of cookies from me and ripped them open, leading the way to the couch.
I plucked the remote off the table and pulled up the DVR’s recordings.
“You recordedJeopardy!Why?” She sat with her upper body twisted toward me. Her bare feet curled into the rug, like she was nervous.
My DVR had every episode since July fifth in its memory bank. I’d watched most of them, too.
“I’m trying to build up my trivia knowledge.” I shrugged and started the oldest unwatched episode. As the categories lit up on the board, I looked at her. “Have you seen this one?”
“No.” She held an Oreo in one hand and stared at me, a wrinkle of confusion marring her forehead. I didn’t like it. She was taking her turn thinking too hard, and that needed to stop, so I stole her cookie as the woman who wasn’t Alex Trebek read the first question—er, answer.
“This Texas university claims that the Ford Mustang was named for its mascot.”
Easy question. I waited a beat for Rae to answer, only she didn’t, huh?
“SMU.” I popped the stolen cookie in my mouth. Victory was sweet.
“You forgot to phrase your answer in the form of a question,” she pouted.
I wanted to nibble on the lush lower lip she’d stuck out more than I wanted anything else in the world at that moment.
“You didn’t know the answer, did you?” I turned and put my hand on her thigh, sliding up under her skirt and grazing her panties with the tip of my index finger. Our undeniable chemistry flared to life hotter than ever. Her startled gasp made my dick pulse and harden in my jeans.
She looked from my hand to the TV screen and back, her attention split between the host reading the next clue and my touch. This would be fun. I had a feeling Rae hadn’t played muchwith a lover, at least not any sexy games. Time to stretch her trivia horizons.
“Ah I, no, I didn’t know.” Instinctively, she’d pressed her hips toward me, and I cupped her satin-covered mound. The heat of her nearly scorched my hand. I loved her flustered. Her cheeks turned pink, and she nibbled on her bottom lip.
I slid off the couch onto my knees in front of her, pushing back the coffee table to make room. “Turn up the volume. You’re going to play along. I’m going to distract you.”
“I’m not sure…” She held the remote, her finger over the button. Her eyes had gone wide, and the flush had spread from her cheeks over her chest, which rose and fell rapidly like she’d run a sprint.
“I am.” I waited with my hand on her knees until the TV volume increased a few notches.
“Don’t forget to phrase your answer in the form of a question. Or you don’t get any…” I reached under her dress, waited for her to lift her hips, and tugged off her panties. “Oreos.”
“Grown in Spain, Marcona is a variety of this nut,” the host said.
I pressed her knees apart and scraped my five o’clock shadow over her silky soft skin on the inside of her knee. A fissure of anticipation shot through me. I could smell her. That intoxicating scent had teased my memory since Saturday.
“What is, um ah…”
“Yes?” I dragged her lower on the couch, pushing her skirt up, baring her fully.
