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“He did.” A soft smile played on her lips, and I realized this was the first time she openly talked about her brother. I guess last night was a turning point for her, and I was so fucking glad Austin manipulated that dinner. “He used his tickets to buy a bunch of candy and then a bracelet for me. It was gold plastic and had a pink heart, blue butterfly, and a yellow flower. I wore it for months until one day it must have fallen off somewhere, and I lost it.”
“Well, I’ll get you whatever jewelry you want with all the tickets I win.”
“Do they even have prizes at this place?”
I turned to her and playfully tapped her nose. “None better than the one I’m gonna take home with me.”
She rolled her eyes and shoved my shoulder. “Are we gonna play, or are you gonna stand here and talk all night?”
“I thought you weren’t a video game girl?”
“I’m not. But I am competitive, and I fight dirty.”
“All right, sugar. You wanna put your money where your mouth is?”
A speck of pink tinted her cheeks. “What did you have in mind?
“Just a friendly little wager.”
Her perky tits pushed up higher in her navy-blue v-neck T-shirt, and she raised a dark eyebrow in challenge. “Bring it. Name the stakes.”
“When I win, you’ll get naked, and I get to play with you until you beg me to let you come.”
Her body swayed. “How exactly am I a loser in that scenario?”
“Because your hands will be tied to the headboard so you won’t be able to touch me.” I had to rearrange my dick because just thinking about it made me hard.
“All right. But when I win, you have to tie me to the headboard and play with my body until I beg you to let me come.”
I would have laughed if the image didn’t turn me on so much, and knowing she wanted that too made my mouth water. I should have left right then and there, but this was too much fun. “Game on, baby.”
She was right, she did play dirty. She leaned down so I was distracted by her tits when we played air hockey, accidentally dropped the Skee Balls and stuck her ass in the air to pick them up, and whether she won or lost, she made these noises… these little moans and squeaks that made me insane.
An hour and a half later, I was dragging her behind me across the street. “Where are we going?” she panted, trying to keep up.
I spun her around and pressed her against an alcove of a brick building, the beaded necklaces I bought her with my tickets flew in the air. “Me telling you I got us a hotel room was supposed to be romantic, but all I can think about is how much I want that pussy in my mouth.” I cupped her between her thighs, and she went to her toes on a gasp. “Christ, I can feel how hot you are. You gonna be nice and wet for me so when I get you naked I don’t have to work to get my winnings?”
“I’m already wet for you, Scotty.”
“Fuck.” I bunched the back of her shirt in my fist and steered her down the street. I had to count my steps so I didn’t come in my jeans, and when we got into the lobby, I flashed my ID at the desk and snatched the key card. I was already halfway down the hallway before the clerk could even start giving me directions. Paris turned to me and rubbed against my arm as I stabbed the elevator button. “Yeah, sugar, I know. I can feel how bad those tight little nipples ache for attention, but I’m gonna need you to pinch them for me, okay? My hands will be busy keeping your legs spread open, and my tongue will be buried inside your pretty pussy, but when I look up, I wanna see you playing with your tits like you wish I was.”
“Scotty…” she whined, shifting her legs together.
The elevator finally fucking arrived. I shoved her inside and pressed the number to our floor, and as soon as the doors slid shut, my mouth was on hers.
She cupped my erection, and I rubbed my palm against her heat, the friction making her thighs shake. “Holy shit.” She gasped.
I yanked my hand away, and she mewled in protest. “You can’t come yet. Not until I collect my debt.”
She stumbled when we got to our floor, and I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her steady as we went to our room. I fumbled with the key card, but on the second try, I heard the beep and nearly tore the handle off when I yanked it down.
Before the door closed behind us, Paris had turned a lamp on, and by the time I engaged the locks, she was already naked. Christ, she was trying to kill me. She grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged, but I held her wrists. “No touching.”
“Seriously?” She stomped her feet. “Please, Scotty. I need you.”
“And you’ll get me.” I went to the bed, ripped the comforter off, then gave her a nudge. “Lie down.”
She complied immediately and rubbed her restless legs together. “Please.”
