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She narrowed her gaze. “I’m game.”
He leaned in. “How far are you willing to go?”
She traced a line down his abdomen. “Further than you, heartthrob.”
He’d been hoping she’d say that.
He took a step back and scanned the empty corner. Thanks to the flashing lights and the booming music, they wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention.
He dropped his gaze to the puffy tutu. “Take off your panties and give them to me.”
If this was his last night to lose control, he wasn’t about to pussyfoot his way around.
He’d happily give in to his dirtiest desires.
She twisted a lock of hair like a temptress. “You think I’m going to hand over my panties?”
“I dare you,” he tossed back, turning his little stage-bit phrase into a challenge. “You said you want to be reckless.”
“I did.”
“And you want to go a little bit crazy?” he added, brushing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip.
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll only say this one more time, Harper. I dare you to take off your panties and give them to me.”
He’d used the dare verbiage so often in his shows the word had lost its luster…until now.
“Idareyou, Harper Presley,” he repeated, and his lips tingled as he spoke the words.
“A dare?” she repeated as a sexy smirk bloomed.
He nodded. He was about to find out how far his siren of a bonbon would go.
As the bass pumped and a roaring techno beat pulsed through the room, he held her gaze. Moving to the rhythm, she swayed from side to side. Playing the part of the seductress, she ran her hands down her torso, paying particular attention to her breasts before slowly removing her panties.
He devoured her with his gaze, and his cock twitched in his pants.
Christ, he wanted her.
She lifted the scrap of black off the floor with the heel of her boot. “I’ll take them off, but you’ve got to come and get them.”
Always a ball-buster.
He gleefully dropped to his knees. Grazing his fingertips down her thighs, he moved past her boots, then procured the black G-string. He wrapped his hand around the fabric, relishing the bite of the lace and slide of the silky satin.
“These are mine,” he growled, then pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
“I’ve got a dare for you, heartthrob,” she purred, beckoning him with her index finger.
He stood. “Let’s hear it.”
She closed her eyes and released a slow breath. “I dare you to make me forget.”
She stared up at him, and his heart leaped into his throat. He’d expected a sassy comment. But that was her magic. That flash of vulnerability. One second, she was piss and vinegar, and the next, she was as delicate as a glass slipper.
It made him want to protect her.
