He loses the next turn, and makes the biggest show of pulling off one of his socks. I shake my head, watching him. He flicks the sock across the room, and we continue, both giddy.
I lose the next one, and when I attempt to separate my heart pendant from its chain, he scoffs. “No, a necklace counts as one item.”
I shoot him another scowl for good measure.
Thankfully, he loses the next round, and my spirits are up again. His other sock goes flying. I’m feeling warm, giddy, and pretty good about this. I’m convinced I’ll be seeing him naked real soon. He now only has three items of clothing on.
But then the game takes a turn for the worst. Round after round, I lose. The excitement in his eyes grow as I take off my ring, then both of my fuzzy socks. I make a show of that too, anything to delay the process. He laughs at my antics. Then my belt comes off. It’s when I’m completely out of accessories that I start to really worry.
I’m freaking out, but thankfully, he finally loses a hand. He pulls off his silver ring, and sets it on the table, next to my jewelry. He’s down to his pants and undies.
I’m not very religious, but I say a silent prayer.God, please let him lose the next hand.
And to my surprise, God answers my prayer.
I smile as he ponders his situation. I’m still fully dressed and here he is, down to his pants and knickers. He slides a hand down his torso, and attempts a seductive dance as he pops his fly open. He sways his hips, but all I can do is laugh. Finally, he pulls his jeans over his ass, and they fall to the floor.
I’m smiling so hard, my mouth hurts. I look away. I can’t help it. It’s too embarrassing. Funny enough, I’m more embarrassed than he is.
“You like?” he asks playfully.
I cannot look at the bulge. I will not look at the bulge. I bury my face in my hands.
He settles himself back behind the table, and grabs a card. “Okay, back to work.”
I peek through my fingers as he lays down the cards. He has a queen, and it’s a jack for me and then a five… not great. I tap the table and breathe a little faster as he flips the next card. Please let it be a six.Please.
No cigar. It’s a ten.
“Um… looks like something else has to go,” he teases. “I wonder what it will be.”
I ponder the situation. It’s between my pants and my shirt. Well, since the table covers my bottom half, I decide to go for the pants. I reluctantly stand, and slowly peel off my jeans. He thoroughly enjoys the show as I struggle with the bottom of my pants. Skinny jeans arenoteasy to take off. It might even be impossible to do so elegantly.
A finger pressed against his bottom lip, he’s clearly stifling a smile. He’s loving every second of this. Finally, I’m down to my undies and shirt, and I swiftly scurry back to my seat.
We quickly get back to it. There’s a sense of urgency in the room now. Both of us are eager, eager to see each other naked.
“Fuck!” I blurt out. I’ve lost again.
He laughs. “I feel for you.”
I shoot him a playful smile. “I’m going to make you wait for this one,” I say, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, very, very leisurely.
He watches me intently. “You’re killing me here.” It does feel delicious to hold a man’s attention in such a way. This is the longest shirt removal known to man, so slow, it could break a Guinness World record. Yet, he hasn’t taken his stunning eyes off of me. And on the plus side, I’m wearing my prettiest white lace underwear.
Finally, I peel off the white shirt, and let it fall to the ground, and when I do, I notice Athos just sitting there quietly, studying us, probably wondering what the hell we’re doing. Or is this a typical scene for him? Has he seen this before? Does Colton play strip blackjack often? I’m not going there. I just want to enjoy this moment, and win this damn game. And I also want to see Colton Rossi in the buff.
“Wow,” he says, and shakes his head. “Let’s finish this, shall we?”
“Yes, let’s.”
