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Then he whispers in my ear, “Because I’m going to make those fantasies turn into reality.”
My body quivers under his touch and that whisper. “I… God, we’re in public, Emery. I can’t talk about this here.”
His voice comes out low, his mouth only half an inch from my ear, as he says, “If you don’t tell me your fantasy right now, I’ll have to spank you for breaking a deal with me.”
I know he wouldn’t actually force me to do anything, but at the same time, the thought of laying across his knees turns me on, too. Damn you, ten years of dirty romance novels. You’ve corrupted me, and I’m just now realizing it.
The words slip from my lips, barely loud enough for him to hear. “I fantasize about doing dirty things in public.”
My heart is pounding as he listens silently and steps back. “Okay. I wonder what ‘dirty things’ might entail, but I’ll use my imagination. I hope you’re ready for your world to become much sexier.”
The way he says it so confidently makes me squirm a little. Every other time he’s said things in that tone, I’ve questioned him, but I’ve learned my lesson. When Emery says something like that, he means to do it, and I don’t know what can of smut I’ve just opened.
“What are you planning to do?” I whisper, even though he’s pulled away.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns back to the skee-ball machines. “Ready to go again? Another question?”
I shake my head. “Pick a game that you’re not a professional at, and I’ll keep playing.”
Emery chuckles as he looks around the arcade. “How about the giant wheel of fortune thing?”
I see the wheel with numbers up and down it. No one can be good at something that luck based. “Fine.”
It’s impossible to miss the energy in his step as he leads the way to the wheel that’s as tall as me. Yet, he still holds an air of importance as he walks, and people step aside like peasants before a prince in some fairy tale. He may have a child hidden inside him, but everything else is a billionaire.
When we get to the wheel, I realize that the numbers on it are the number of tickets you win when you spin. “You go first,” I say.
He’s grinning as he puts in the token and heaves on the wheel, making it spin so fast that I can barely make out the numbers. “When I win, you’ll have to tell me some of the dirty things you fantasize about,” he says.
“And when I win, you’re going to have to tell me aboutyourfantasies. It’s not fair for you to know mine, but for me to be in the dark about yours.”
He cocks his head, and seriousness falls over him. “I’m an open book. Ask me anything you want about my fantasies, but you’re the one who has to live with that knowledge.”
I shiver at the way he says it, like what he’d say would terrify me. I watch the wheel stop on the twenty-five. He grins at me and says, “Looks like you’ll be telling me all the details in just a moment.”
I think I will be, too, since there’s only three other spots on the wheel worth more than that, two fifties and a hundred.
When I reach up to take the wheel at the highest point I can reach, my skirt rides up, and I’m sure that the bottom of my ass is visible. Then Emery runs his hand over my bare ass, both covering me and surprising the hell out of me. I jump and almost let go of the wheel in surprise.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” I exclaim as I pull the wheel down, not nearly as hard as I’d planned to.
“All’s fair in love and games of chance,” he says.
We both watch as the wheel slowly spins. Then the hundred ticket space comes into view, the ticking arrow slowly stopping the wheel. It’s two spaces away. One space away.
Then it stops on the arrow pointing at the number two space right below it.
“So, what kind of dirty things do you fantasize about doing?” he asks.
The blood rushes to my cheeks again as I come to terms with the fact that I’m supposed to tell my boss, the first real man I’ve been interested in, exactly what I’ve fantasized.
I chew my lip as he stares at me with those deep green eyes. He puts his hand on my waist, his fingers slipping under the top to hold me tightly. “Give me something, Madison,” he whispers.
My body’s throbbing. “I don’t like this game,” I mutter.
“That’s fine. We don’t have to play anymore, but I want to know what you think is dirty.” He leans forward and puts his lips to my ear. “I can’t make your fantasies come true if you don’t tell me.”
“I want to be used,” I whisper. “Like last night. I liked it when it hurt some. When you fucked me for you. When you didn’t ask if I liked it. I just wanted you to keep doing it forever.”
