Fair Game by Jasmine Haynes

humiliation either. Or water sports.”
    He laughed outright. “I promise none of that.”
    “Maybe. I’m thinking, I’m thinking.”
    “Slave for a week, then the other gets a chance.”
    “A whole week?” She let incredulity slip into her voice, teasing him, he was sure.
    Kisa knocked, then stuck her head in without waiting for an answer. “I’m making a lunch run. Vould like you something?” She smiled, fluttered her eyelashes. “Anything at all?”
    “Nothing, thank you.” Then he thought of Josie hearing every word. “But I really appreciate the offer, Kisa,” he said with extra emphasis.
    “Bastard,” Josie murmured in his ear. “Ever played slave for a week with Little Miss Snowflake?”
    He laughed. “No.”
    Kisa looked at him oddly. As if she’d never heard him laugh before when he had just as much humor as the next guy. He waved his fingers at her in a polite get-the-hell-out gesture.
    “But you want to, don’t you?” Josie went on.
    Kisa gave him a smile, then shut the door, leaving him alone again. “I want to play it with you.” He had the feeling Josie’s fantasies would be infinitely hotter and kinkier than anything Kisa could imagine. “Now where were we? Oh yeah, you’re going to be my slave for a week.”
    “We’re only going to do it once a week, so a whole week consists of one date.”
    He snorted. “Only one date in seven days?”
    “If we do any more, you’ll become obsessed with me. It’s for your own good.”
    He loved that she was such a spitfire. A hot little number. And always pushing to retain control. “You mean you’re afraid you’ll become obsessed with me.”
    “Hah. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve never been obsessed with a man.”
    There was enough emphasis on never to make him wonder. “Then neither of us has to worry.”
    “Right. And the first week is mine because you usurped my challenge while we were in the dressing room.”
    “Usurped it? I wore the damn thong. And I gave you a great orgasm.”
    “I didn’t tell you that you could touch me. So you took over the challenge and therefore the next one belongs to me.”
    “Wrong. I wore your panties, and I got damn near naked in a dressing room to prove it to you. Plus, I let you jerk me off.”
    “You let me?”
    “As I recall, I said not to, and you did it anyway.” He’d been afraid he’d blow sky-high with one touch. But she didn’t need to know that.
    Still, she wouldn’t concede. “You loved it.”
    “And you loved it when I fingered you. So we’re even on that score, and it becomes my challenge.” He had plans for her, and he wasn’t giving them up.
    “You’re pushy,” she huffed, but he knew it was to hide her laughter.
    “True. Which is why I want a date tomorrow night.”
    “That’s not a week. Next Wednesday.” The fact that she was now bargaining over the actual day said he’d won the challenge.
    “Your place?” he pushed.
    “No.”
    “Mine?”
    “Hell no. I’ll send you an e-mail when I’ve decided where we’ll meet.” She hung up without saying good-bye and before he could say he’d choose the place for his challenge.
    Christ, he loved it. She wasn’t easy. She could skew logic any way she wanted, but he could skew it more effectively. She was delightfully kinky. An affair with her would prove to be more fun than he’d had in years.
    He hadn’t looked forward to a date since . . . well, hell, since the blush of new love with his ex before they were married.
    Of course, that made it sound like his entire marriage had been a nightmare. He’d adored Marianne. She was year younger than him; they’d met at work and dated for two years. The sex between them had been good; fucking hot, in fact. And kinky. They used to sneak into work early and fuck on his desk just for the fun of it. On their honeymoon, she’d blown him in front of the open hotel window, lights on. She’d loved doing it in risky places as much as he had. He loved masturbating