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That smirk, that damn smirk had been one of the things that drew me to him in the first place. And then there was his eyes, those earthy brown eyes, so dark they reminded me of the soil after a torrential rainstorm.

He would look at you with such intensity, such fierceness, that it felt like he was looking inside your soul.

“You know I can tell when you're lying.”

“Can you really?” I asked.

“When you're not telling the truth, you nibble your bottom lip. It's very subtle, so subtle that it's barely noticeable. But when you do it, you look so fucking sexy.”

My lip twitched with a half smile. “So am I lying?”

I could feel his eyes on me, the weight more than enough to make my shoulders snap back and my sex tingle. But then he touched me, and my skin set on fire. His thick finger ran across my cheek, following the seam of the blindfold over the bridge of my nose, and around my ear.

“Nah, you're not lying. Besides, I tried the blindfold myself before I let you put it on.” Chuckling, his finger moved down my throat, causing me to swallow hard. “But I'm enjoying this, I can tell you that.” The tip of his finger moved lower, slow and steady, until I was barely able to feel it.

Sucking in a gulp of air, I held onto it, sensing the weight of his hand had pulled away. But his finger was still close, hovering near my skin, warm, gentle, and yet ready to tear my dress off with the fierceness of a hungry lion.

Letting out all the air in one long breath, I closed my eyes, even though it was already dark. The tension in my body relaxed once the space between us was empty, and his hand was back on the wheel.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“Let's see if you can figure it out.” The blinker beep started as the car slowed to a stop. “We can make a game of it.”

“A game, huh. . . What do I get if I win?”

“Alright, every street you get right, I'll massage you for five minutes.”

“And if I'm wrong?”

“You massage me. . .” His words trickled into a smile I could hear. “With your mouth.”

A fiery heat spread across my cheeks and my heart started to kick. The sexual tension was intense between us. The air felt like it was charged with electricity, creating a buzzing sensation that moved over my body.

Fuck, it's been so long since I've wrapped my lips around him.

Snapshots of Jayden's length flashed through my mind. I could visualize it perfectly. His thick cock, the tuft of black hair that sat at the base, the engorged tip and firm, rigid shaft.

“Which stree—”

The car began to turn left, so I blurted out, “Lincoln Avenue.” Smiling with thin lips, I cupped my knees. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Confident are we?” he asked. Listening intently, I could hear his hands as they swept around the wheel, even before the car started to take a left.

“Doris Drive.”

Jayden was quiet for a brief second as the car slowed to another stop. “We might need to up the prize.”

“Because you're losing already? You always were a sore loser.”

Jayden let out a deep laugh. “Is that right?”

A sharp burning sensation hit my nipple. “Ah, what the hell was that?” Covering my chest, I soothed the mild throb. “Did you just flick my nipple?”

“Maybe.” There was a playful smugness to his voice, a tone I had heard numerous times before. “But it's your word against mine.”

“Potter,” I said as the car took a right, and the sounds of the trees grew further apart, making the sky an open void with an echo.

He didn't say another word. Each turn he took, I said the name, and I was right with all eight turns. Jayden tried to fake me out, taking a quick left and then doing a u-turn, before going back in the direction he intended to in the first place.