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“What?” Lask, convinced I’ve heard her wrong. It’s damn near impossible to think with all the blood pooling in my painfully hard cock, but I force myself to listen as she repeats

herself.

“I want to put my cherry in the pot,” she says, looking nervous and adorable and sexy as fuck. The ultimate temptation. My best friend’s daughter, the woman I’ve been obsessed with since she turned eighteen, and the woman I swore to myself I wouldn’t touch.

Well, I guess I fucked that up when I had my tongue tangled up with hers in the driveway, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck her. I can’t. It would be wrong on just about every level. There’s no denying how badly 1 want to, though. God, just knowing she’s a virgin is driving me fucking crazy, and for the first time since I was a kid, I nearly fumble the cards in my hands.

“I try like hell to not show how tempted I am to take her up on this deflowering offer. “You know damn good and well you’ve never beaten me at cards, Syd, so this hardly seems fair.”

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She gives me a smug smile that has me slightly worried. “That’s why

I’m picking the game.”

“I’m guessing you aren’t going to pick poker.”

She laughs and takes the deck of cards from me, trailing her fingers over my hands as she does so and making my cock strain even harder against my jeans. Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I was covered in this much precum. I haven’t been able to touch. another woman since my feelings for Sydney started to surface, and I realize now what disadvantage it’s put me at. I’m desperate to fuck her, sick to death of just jerking off to fantasies about her, and now I’m horny as fuck and having a hard time focusing on anything.

“We’re going to play Go Fish,” she says,

I laugh, expecting her to join in, but she doesn’t. She just sits there looking insanely beautiful with her long, dark hair brushing her shoulders and her hard nipples poking

through her thin shirt. A vivid memory of her rosy nipples poking against the lace of her bra flashes through my mind before I can stop it, causing me to nearly bust a fucking nut like a goddamn teenager.

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I grow and scrub a hand over my face at her words, I’ve got to get control of myself. I’m seconds away from just bending her over the damn table and popping her cherry while she screams my name and bucks three small hips against me. All I have to do is lose, I remind myself, Cards are what I’m good at, I’ve made it my life, and I’ve done pretty darn good. Now, all I have to do is throw the game, something I’ve never done in my entire life, Just the idea of it pisses me off. But if I don’t win, then the pot, or cherry as it is, stays with Sydney, and there’s no denying how much I hate that idea, ton

When she’s dealt out the cards, she spreads the others in the middle and we both look at our hands. It’s been a long time since I’ve played this, but the rules come back to me quickly, 1 scan my cards, not seeing a complete set of anything, and when I look up, Sydney’s green

yes are lit up with amusement.

“Do you have any threes?”

“Damn it,” I mutter and hand her over my three of clubs.

She lays out four threes and says, “Shirt off, Jace,”

I don’t even bother arguing. Instead, I set my cards down and tear my Tshirt off, setting it on the table next to me. I’m not too proud to admit that I do feel a smug sense of happiness when Sydney runs her eyes over me like a starving woman. She bites her bottom lip and

squirms a bit in her chair.

“Your turn,” I remind her, giving her a wink when she finally manages to tear her eyes from my pers. I may be more than twice her age, but I’ve taken damn good care of myself and it

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shows.

We continue playing. My mind keeps track of every card I see without me even having to try. I’ve always been able to remember what’s been played, what hasn’t been played yet, and what cards my opponent is most likely holding. It’s a skill I’ve put to good use over the

years.

When I lay down a set of eights,” I give her a smug grin and say, “Shirt off, Syd.”

She actually lets out an honest–to–god giggle and tosses her shirt aside like she’s been dying. to do it all night. I grip my cards hard enough to make my hand ache as my eyes run over her perky, full tits. Why the fuck didn’t I ask her to take off a sock? Now I’m being tortured by the sight of her rockhard nipples straining against the black lace of her bra and the hungry look she’s giving me. Well done, Jace, well–fucking done.

When I lay down another full set, I eye her, wondering how far I’m willing to take this. The rational part of my brain is screaming, Sock! Pick sock, you idiot!, but the primal part of me, the part that she’s so damn good at bringing out is saying, Don’t you fucking dare blow this once in a lifetime opportunity. Tits! Show me the tits!

I’m only human, so I say, “Bra off, Syd.” Besides, she’s the one who offered me her virginity. This will give her a chance to change her mind.

Instead of backing down or looking shy, though, she gives me a wicked grin and reaches behind to undo the clasp of her bra. I sit frozen, not even daring to breathe, as she slowly pulls her bra off, revealing her perfect, bare tits to me.

“Fuck,” I groan when she tosses her head back and cups her tits, giving her hard nipples a hard enough pinch to make herself gasp. “That wasn’t part of the plan,” I say, like that’s going to bring her back in line.

As expected, she laughs and gives her tits another squeeze. “It just feels really good to finally be out of that tight bra.” She gives me an innocent smile, but I’m not buying it. I know exactly what she’s doing.

When she lays down the next set, I find myself sitting in nothing but my boxer briefs and socks, wondering how in the fuck that happened. My cock is painfully obvious, and I keep. catching her eyes drifting to my cock when she thinks I’m not looking.

Her pants come off next, and soon we’re both sitting in nothing but our underwear. Granted, hers is a tiny black thong that barely covers anything. My cock is harder than I think it’s ever been, and when she starts to rock her hips in her chair, grinding her little pussy against the

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seat and filling the room with her soft whimpers, I know I’m only seconds away from losing

my damn mind.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s painfully obvious what this little bra is doing.

She keeps grinding against the chair, bringing one hand up to cup one of her tits as she watches me through her half–lidded eyes. “I can’t help it,” she whimpers. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“You?” I say, scooting my chair back and gripping my hard cock through my boxers. “You think you’re frustrated?” “Mm–hmm,” she whines.

“I’m covered in precum and about to bust a fucking nut,” I say, “and none of this should be happening right now. Your parents are sleeping right above us, and I should never have let things go this far.”

“Don’t you want me?” she asks, and the pain in her voice nearly does me in.

“More than you can possibly imagine.”

“Then stop fighting me,” she says, scooting off her chair and getting on all fours. I watch completely mesmerized as she crawls to me on all fours, nothing but a black string between her ass cheeks and a tiny wet scrap of lace covering her sweet pussy. Her full tits bounce gently with her movements as she crawls, stopping when she’s right between my legs.

When she starts to get up, I say, “No, stay on all fours.”

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