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“Good luck if you do,” Tess said. As they flipped over the next cards in their decks, they finally hit a match—two fives. “Ah! And here we are. War.”
He and Tess each pulled a card from the top of their deck, placing it beside their respective fives. This one remained facedown. The next card they drew, which would be revealed, would determine the winner of this particular war. That person would collect all six cards.
“Pause before we see who wins,” Tess said, stalling his fingertips where they rested on the card he planned to flip over. “Now, I can explain the stakes I mentioned earlier.”
“Sure, go ahead,” he replied, feeling a few butterflies already dancing in his stomach. From the moment she’d announced that he, unabashedly a “horny young man” where she was concerned, would enjoy it, he’d mulled over what kind of stakes she’d secretly slid into their game. That it occurred when they entered a war, which would happen pretty frequently, rather than just when their long match ended, further excited him.
Just what manner of idea would a woman like Tess Williams come up with in this situation? He felt like he’d gotten a taste of what she was capable of in the igloo yesterday, when she’d challenged him to hold out for as long as he could—just five minutes to receive the reward of cumming down her throat—while giving him the best blowjob of his life. If this was anything like that, he was in for a treat.
“It’s a simple reward,” Tess said, the color gathering in her cheeks betraying her mild embarrassment as she explained things. “Whenever one of us wins a war, they’ll get to pillage a bit. In this case, that means receiving one free minute to touch the loser wherever they want, but with one caveat.” She held up her finger. “No removing clothes—yours or theirs.”
Liam was certain the blood in his veins must have resembled lava by now. Throat dry, he urgently wished he’d gotten himself a glass of cold water while Tess was brewing her coffee. Swallowing so he could slick his throat with a touch of moisture, he nodded.
“Does kissing count as touching?”
“Yes, it does. So does licking, biting, and so on.”
His eyes dropped. How could they not? Tess’s decision to wear a very loose-fitting shirt suddenly made a great deal more sense. It wouldn’t need to be removed for him to take every opportunity to explore her marvelous body.
“Oh, and I guess there is one more thing. The loser also can’t be made to leave the couch. They have to stay on it the whole time.”
“Okay, I can work with that.”
Tess followed his earlier lead and swallowed, anticipation burbling in her azure eyes. Another newer sight that he voraciously indulged in. She was kind, considerate, intelligent. In his very biased view, she was divine. Whether he was extolling her irresistible beauty, her unfaltering generosity, or her brilliant acumen, he could stand at his podium and rattle on for hours. He’d felt this way about her for years.
The extraordinary events of the past few days had forced him to add a few more positive descriptors to his internal notes on Tess. In his endless stream of fantasies about how things would go once they were intimate, he’d failed to account for the possibility that she might not just wait around for him to make every move. Even if she was as generous, kind, and considerate as an angel, that didn’t mean she couldn’t also be as debaucherous as the devil when the opportunity arose.
“I hope so,” she whispered huskily, reaching out and revealing the card on top of her deck.
They had all day to be alone together.
Chapter Five
Many Minutes
The Four of Spades he turned over was not the revolutionary he’d needed to depose Tess’s Queen of Hearts. Yet, even suffering such a robust defeat, he didn’t feel even a speck of dismay. Immediately after turning over his card and seeing that he’d lost the first war, his eyes shot from the ground floor to the penthouse suite. A pleased, alluring smile sat on the face of the gorgeous woman who could now collect the first set of spoils from their game.
Before she did so, however, she leaned to one side and dug her phone out of her pocket. Liam used that free time to indulge in how utterly sublime her long legs were. And to begin planning where he might be interested in running his fingers once he achieved victory in one of the many wars in their future.
Tess set her phone on the coffee table, tapping on its screen until a familiar image appeared.
“You really like keeping things orderly, don’t you?” Liam noted teasingly as she set up her phone’s timer for precisely one minute.
“I suppose I do,” she replied, glancing at him with a coy smile. “Maybe it’s the professor in me.”
“So long as you don’t shout ‘pencils down’ at the end of one of our games, Professor Williams.”
“That’s not the kind of test I’m interested in having you do for me, so you don’t need to worry.”
A shot of pure adrenaline kicked his heart into overdrive, and Tess, spotting his response, expanded her smile. She tapped a finger beside her phone.
“Are you ready for me to begin my minute?”
“Yeah,” he answered, voice slightly hoarser than it’d been just a few seconds ago.
In his peripherals, he saw Tess initiate the countdown timer on her phone.
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