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On reflection, I don’t know why, though. He’s such a jerk.
“You guys are going to be exceptionally easy to beat tonight,” Jet remarks. “No one has their eye on the prize.”
“Sure we do,” Jonathan murmurs, gazing across the table at me.
It’s official. I’m wearing blindfolds and ice packs to future game nights.
On my next turn, I get to make another suggestion. This time, I decide to accuse my beloved of slaughtering some fool with a dagger.
“You think I’m a murderer, huh?” he murmurs.
“Baby, I’m not mad. I’m sure he deserved it. I’ll even help you roll up that ugly old carpet and get rid of the body if you need me to.”
Milo smirks, then says, “Well, I’m glad you feel that way because I can’t disprove your suggestion.”
“Interesting,” Jonathan says, sliding his front card to the back, then showing me his dagger.
Eventhatsounds sexual and I only thought it in my head.
This game is so pervy.
Jet’s turn is next, but he doesn’t reach for the dice. “Professor Plum used the lead pipe in the billiard room.”
My jaw drops open. “What? How…?”
He leans forward and grabs the cards to check, then he lays them out face up and, sure enough, he’s right.
Milo and Jonathan both toss their cards over to Jet. “Told you it’d be quick.”
“But how could he possibly know that?”
“You want to play another round?” Jet asks me instead of his dad or brother.
“Can we not?” I glance around to make sure no one is offended. “I love the family game night thing, but I need to be better prepared before we play again.”
Jet smirks. “Maybe I can tutor you.”
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After the stress of that game, I’m more than happy to settle in on the couch and watch a movie together while dinner cooks.
I ditched the robe to lie on the couch with Milo, but I’m still warm. In fact, I get even toastier with Milo holding me between his legs.
Cuddling with him is like cuddling with a space heater, but he still grabs a blanket to throw over us.
I’m sleepy and relaxed cradled against his muscular body, surrounded by warmth that tempts my eyes to close. Milo loves touching me as much as I love touching him, so he absently traces shapes on my bare tummy under the cover of the blanket and further relaxes me.
I expect his touch to remain casual since we’re not alone in this living room, but then his hand slides up to cup one of my breasts through the delicate lace. Awareness shudders through me as he squeezes it possessively. Instantly, my nipple hardens against his palm and I let out a tiny shuddering breath.
His other hand tilts my face and he kisses where his lips can reach. “Such a good girl,” he rumbles softly. “So responsive.”
We’re the only two on this couch, but the boys are both in the room so my tummy thrills at being spoken to as if we’re alone in our bedroom.
“Behave yourself, Mr. Granville,” I whisper teasingly.
“Imake the rules around here,” he reminds me, kissing the side of my head then sliding his hand over my jaw and pushing a finger into my mouth. “I think those pretty lips need something to do.”
I love licking and sucking any part of him. I’m not normally quiet when I do, though.
