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CHAPTER SEVEN

Shane

One look at Beau tonight and I was done for.

When I opened the door and saw him standing there in his tight grey sweatpants, that beanie he loves, and holding a beautiful bouquet of roses, I knew tonight would be perfect. Seeing him again settled me, wiped away all residual fears of abandonment, and turned this dreaded holiday into a day I’ll never forget.

Talking with Micah earlier stirred up old memories, bringing them to the forefront of my mind, and causing me to dwell on them for hours. My mind took me through an unwanted visual of the day Jace left me. Replaying his harsh words, the blame he tossed my way, and the shame he flooded me with.

It had to take a lot of courage for Beau to show up here tonight. He was so skittish at the store that I truly expected him to flake. When he flinched as he sat on the couch with me, I almost lost my damn mind. He did exactly as I asked. He was such a good boy. It shows me that he wants me and he’s willing to do what I asked of him to prove it.

“Please,” he repeats, holding my gaze, his eyes glossed over behind those adorable glasses. He lifts his hips again, his hard cock grazing mine, and damn I need more of it. I need all of him.

Not so quickly, though. If I only get one night with him, I want to drag this out into delicious torture. I knock his beanie off so I can thread my fingers through his soft hair. “In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I thought we could play a little game to get things started. Are you familiar with Uno, kitten?”

He’s confused for a moment before asking, “The card game?” I nod and he continues. “I mean, yeah. I haven’t played since I was young, but I could give it a shot.”

“Great. It’s settled then.” I rise from his lap—albeit reluctantly—and open the end table drawer, tossing the box of cards to him.

A quick glance down has his cheeks turning red.

Oh, yeah. Did I forget to mention this is a very special version?

“Cat got your tongue?” I tease, delighting in his adorably terror-stricken expression. “It’s romantic, you know? For the holiday of love and all that bullshit.”

As Beau lifts the box to turn it over, I notice a slight tremble in his hands. He should know by now to expect the unexpected from me. I mean, I did ask him for a one-night fuck in the middle of a sex shop?

I take a seat next to him and snatch the box to open it, looking for the directions to explain the rules to him before we begin. I wag my brows at him once I explain how to play. “Ready?”

He nods through a gulp and mirrors my position on the other side of the coffee table. “ Yeahhhh. ”

I want to chuckle at the utter enthusiasm in his voice but refrain in fear of embarrassing him. While I like to tease, I really do want him to be comfortable. It’s part of the reason we’re playing this game. Just to let loose for a minute. We’ll draw cards, do the stupid dares, and have a good time. I draw a card and see that I have the first dare to complete. I flip the card and snort when I see what it is. “Bark like a chihuahua.”

His eyes widened in horror as if that was the worst thing he could imagine.

Please .

“ Ruff, ruff, ruff ,” I bark, scrunching up my face and adding a slight snarl at the end. Those dogs are evil little shits. At the very least I should be accurate.

Beau’s laughing at me and I don’t even care. The sound is like music to my ears, his smile is blinding, his expression carefree, and I find that I want more of it. I quickly realize that I would make a complete fool of myself for him.

“Okay, okay,” I say with a chuckle. “It’s your turn.”

He hesitates and I know I’ve got him now. He must not have a card to lay down because his smile drops immediately.

“I—Shit. I have to take a dare,” he says, voice full of defeat. He rolls the dice and has to pull an extra spicy card. “Of course,” he mutters petulantly. He huffs and shakes his head, determination in his rigid shoulders. “Let’s get this over with.”

I grab the card and read it aloud to him. “Show everyone your thirst trap face.” I snort. I hardly made it through that sentence without losing my composure. Oh fuck, this is going to be hilarious.

He scowls at me. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Oh, sure you do,” I chastise. “Show me the face you’d make to have men crawling on their knees for you.” When he stares at me blankly, I roll my eyes. “Fine, I’ll show you.”

I look him in the eyes, pull my bottom lip between my teeth, and raise my left brow. He huffs out a laugh but gives it his best effort. I don’t think he knows that he looks constipated as he draws his brows together and curls his upper lip. But I won’t tell him. He tried for me and that’s all that matters. And truthfully, that constipated look did it for me. I’d crawl on my knees for him any day.

“My turn,” I say eagerly, more into this than I thought I’d be. When I roll the dice and land on a dare, my heart skips when it’s a fuego card, the spiciest of them all. Fuck yes, let’s get this started. I hand Beau the card to read and his face blanches. “What?”

“Y-You don’t have to do this,” he stutters. Shaking his head, he tries to put the card back in the deck. “Let’s choose another one.”

“No way!” I shout, snatching it out of his hand before he can hide it. I glance down at it and smirk. Perfect . “Beau, I think you should read it to me.”

“But you already know what it says,” he whines adorably.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“Shane.”

“ Beau .”

He reluctantly takes the card. “Close your eyes and let another player…” he trails off, rubbing his face in embarrassment. “Let another player spank you.”

Without hesitation, I rise and saunter my way over to him, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips. Once I reach him, I wait for a beat, building anticipation before draping myself over his lap. I can feel my robe glide up my back as I bend and take the opportunity to shake my bare ass for him. The cool air against my skin gives me goosebumps and the gasp I hear from Beau sends a thrill to my cock.

I’m hard in an instant.

“Your ass…” he groans, and on his lap, I get a front row seat to his cock plumping beneath me. “Look at you, Shane. You’re beautiful.”

My heart gives a traitorous little flip. I’m not beautiful . I’m sexy and bangable. I’m not…

“Do you always wear thongs?”

“No, kitten. I put that on special for you. Now, spank me.” I speak in my most demanding voice, ensuring he follows directions.

Tap .

Oh, hell no. “Try again. That was a tap, not a spank.”

Slap.

Fuck yes. My skin tingles, a sharp burn spreads across my ass, and my cock throbs.

“Good boy,” I moan. I want to stay on his lap forever, but know the best is yet to come. I stand up straight and decide to give him a little show.

The way his jaw drops when I let my robe fall to the floor has my ego bursting.

Ten out of ten fuckable.

“Y-You…”

Yeah. I bought a new outfit especially for him. It’s lacey and tight against my body, accentuating my hips and slender frame. A bralette covers my chest, a perfect shade of white to match the pearl necklace I left on. I’m in thigh highs with garters connecting to the skimpy thong.

But I’m done with this game and the tent coming from Beau’s sweats tells me that he is too. Without a second of hesitation, I launch myself at him, straddling him once more as I crash my lips against his. When his body melts beneath mine, the animal inside me roars.

This is going to be a fun fucking night.