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She arches a brow. ‘Speak for yourself.’

Her honesty and innocence are an intoxicating mix.

‘Your turn.’

‘My turn?’ She looks towards the pool table. Even though she’s not looking at me, I shake my head.

‘To disrobe, Millie. I sunk one ball. One item, your penalty.’

‘Oh, right.’ She turns to look at me, her huge eyes like lagoons I could dive into. Her hands move for her shirt, but I shake my head. I want to see her breasts again but, more than that, I want to see her ass.

‘Jeans.’

She lifts a brow. ‘I have a belt disadvantage.’

‘More fool you.’

‘I didn’t know we’d be playing strip pool.’

I shrug. ‘Jeans.’

She nods, pulling the button and zip apart once more and stepping out of the denims with haste. I stare at her with the same hunger she did me. The lace underpants are better than I could have imagined. It’s a thong.

‘Turn around.’ My voice is husky, the command desperate.

Her eyes widen but then she nods, doing as I’ve said, and now she does so slowly, pirouetting on the spot. I watch her, my eyes trained on the most perfect ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of surveying.

The tiny scrap of lace covers her—just.

‘Okay.’ I clear my throat. ‘I’m suddenly in a hurry to sink some balls.’

She laughs and shakes her head. ‘Go ahead.’

I eye the table. It doesn’t matter that everything’s been moved—the rules of competitive pool seem unimportant now.

I pick off another ball easily, turning to face her. Her cheeks are a little pink as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. This time, I don’t stop her. She pushes it up her body, her eyes on mine until she has to close them to pull it over her head. She drops it to the floor at her feet.

I swallow hard.

I’ve been fantasising about those breasts since she left, but somehow I’d forgotten just how...damned...perfect they are.

I choose my next shot but, right as I draw back to strike the ball, she says, ‘Will you teach me to go down on you?’

I miss.

I miss by a mile.

I jerk my head up towards hers and she’s smiling cheekily, fully aware of what that little salvo did to my concentration.

‘I intend to teach you everything.’ The air between us sparks with awareness.

All I can think about is Millie down in front of me. Fuck.

Control.

Control this.

‘Your go.’

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