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She bit her bottom lip, nodded, and then shrugged. “Sucks, huh?”

“Kind of.”

“So, what’s it gonna be?” I asked.

“Haven’t decided yet,” she said. “Let me think on it for a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

There was nothing she would assign me that I’d argue with, that was for sure. We’d been playing three nights a week for the last four weeks, and my father was right. Playing Scrabble built an incredibly solid foundation for a relationship.

If he knew we were playing for stakes, he’d probably laugh.

In the end, I was sure he’d be pleased with my idea to do it, though. The punishment for the loser was bringing us even closer yet.

“I decided,” she said.

“I can’t wait. What?”

“The upside-down thing from the first night. That’s an awesome trick.”

Licking her pussy wasn’t punishment, it was heaven. I lowered my head in false shame. “You sure?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yep.”

I stood, pulled off my shirt, and tossed it aside.

She wagged her finger toward my jeans. “Pants, too.”

I shrugged. “I’ll leave them on.”

“Afraid not, loser. Get ‘em off.”

I let out a faux sigh, and then unbuckled my belt. By the time my jeans hit the floor, she was standing in front of me, naked as the day she was born.

“Bend over the chair, so I can pick you up.”

She turned toward the chair, bent at the waist, and lowered her upper body over the breakfast table.

I stood for a moment and admired her. There was no doubt she was a beautiful woman, but it wasn’t confined to her looks alone. Who she was far exceeded what she looked like.

I stood behind her, pressed my chest against her back, and tilted her head to the side.

“I’m going to tongue fuck you until you pass out,” I whispered into her ear.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Loser.”

I pressed my mouth against hers, and kissed her. It seemed I only kissed her two ways. It was either a peck on the lips, or it was my best attempt to replicate the kiss we had in the burger joint.

And this kiss was the latter of the two.

After a few long, hard minutes of kissing, I pulled my mouth from hers.

“Holy crap,” she said.

“Holy crap is right,” I whispered into her ear.

I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air in front of me, upside-down.