Chapter One
DANI MARTIN COULDN'T HAVE BEEN more surprised when she opened the door.
"Sam—Luke," she amended. He'd signed his last note with the new name—his real one? "You don't look like a Luke."
She didn't know, and she didn't want to. The Game was purely about sex, and mystery only lent allure.
"Then I won't be," he said, shoving away from his lazy lean against her doorframe. He moved on past her and walked inside.
No. Prowled . He prowled…like a muscled, lean panther.
And made her feel very much like his prey. "How did you get up here, past my doorman?"
A half-turn. A negligent arch of one eyebrow. "I have my ways." His intense blue eyes raked her as one corner of his mouth curved. "I get what I want."
A delicious little lick of thrill. But she played it equally cool. "Oh, do you?" Her gaze dropped to his groin. "Not always." Her gaze rose to his, their eyes locking as she remembered watching his big, gorgeous dick sliding between another man's lips at her dare.
Despite his initial refusal.
She shivered. Watching his long fingers wrapped around his cock, presenting it to one of their playmates…putting the big, purpled head inside the other man's mouth, his clenched jaw at odds with how his eyes had closed and his breath escaped in what almost sounded like a sigh…
A casual shrug from him, along with a slow, wicked smile. "I get my way more often than not."
She inhaled and bit her lower lip, liking the sight of his eyes going dark as he noticed. For a second, she could nearly slide into the dream of that night, of a third man thrusting in and out of her pussy in counterpoint to Sam's cock stroking into her ass on her maiden voyage into anal play.
God .
Sam smiled, and she realized she'd said it out loud, nearly like a prayer.
He took a step toward her.
A deep, visceral fear rose, and she took a step away. He got to her, too much so.
And this was only a game. A contest of dares, of challenges to be met, each alternating turns until one of them faltered. Then The Game would be over. They'd be done with each other. Time to move on.
Dani swallowed. Sam— Luke —no, damn it, Sam. He'd introduced himself to her as Sam when they first began to play, and Sam he would be until they were done.
By whatever name, he would be a tough one to forget.
But she would do it.
Then she realized he was still watching her. Measuring her. Sizing her up. His mouth curved. "You're scared."
"Of course I'm not. How absurd." With an inelegant snort, she turned away.
He captured her elbow.
"You are," he marveled. "The question is what, exactly, unnerves you." His eyes narrowed. "Sexually you're fearless. You will get down and dirty with anyone anytime, best I can tell."
The crotch of her yoga pants grew wet, as she thought of the men she'd fucked in answer to his challenge.
"So?"
"Let's see…there was Dax the bartender you screwed behind my back in the storeroom…"
"And you didn't get to watch as you'd planned," she smirked. "Still upset about that?"
He didn't respond. "There were the two strangers on the street, one taking you from behind while you sucked his friend's dick and strangers watched from across the street…"
And you watched , she thought. Then I dared you to put your cock inside me, to be bathed in their juices while they watched and jacked off . "And?"
"Jean Paul says hi," he told her, smiling.
The Frenchman who'd been so amazing at eating her pussy…then sucking Sam's dick.
"I can't call you Luke," she interrupted.
"Call me whatever you damn well please," he said, once again stalking her like prey.
She backed away at the dangerous glint in his gaze. The back of her thighs hit the sofa.
He gave her a gentle push, and she fell, her back landing on the soft sofa, her hips still over the arm.
He gripped the waistband of her pants and skinned them down before she could react.
"Jean Paul reminded me that he had the last taste of you. We can't have that."
In an instant, he was
DANI MARTIN COULDN'T HAVE BEEN more surprised when she opened the door.
"Sam—Luke," she amended. He'd signed his last note with the new name—his real one? "You don't look like a Luke."
She didn't know, and she didn't want to. The Game was purely about sex, and mystery only lent allure.
"Then I won't be," he said, shoving away from his lazy lean against her doorframe. He moved on past her and walked inside.
No. Prowled . He prowled…like a muscled, lean panther.
And made her feel very much like his prey. "How did you get up here, past my doorman?"
A half-turn. A negligent arch of one eyebrow. "I have my ways." His intense blue eyes raked her as one corner of his mouth curved. "I get what I want."
A delicious little lick of thrill. But she played it equally cool. "Oh, do you?" Her gaze dropped to his groin. "Not always." Her gaze rose to his, their eyes locking as she remembered watching his big, gorgeous dick sliding between another man's lips at her dare.
Despite his initial refusal.
She shivered. Watching his long fingers wrapped around his cock, presenting it to one of their playmates…putting the big, purpled head inside the other man's mouth, his clenched jaw at odds with how his eyes had closed and his breath escaped in what almost sounded like a sigh…
A casual shrug from him, along with a slow, wicked smile. "I get my way more often than not."
She inhaled and bit her lower lip, liking the sight of his eyes going dark as he noticed. For a second, she could nearly slide into the dream of that night, of a third man thrusting in and out of her pussy in counterpoint to Sam's cock stroking into her ass on her maiden voyage into anal play.
God .
Sam smiled, and she realized she'd said it out loud, nearly like a prayer.
He took a step toward her.
A deep, visceral fear rose, and she took a step away. He got to her, too much so.
And this was only a game. A contest of dares, of challenges to be met, each alternating turns until one of them faltered. Then The Game would be over. They'd be done with each other. Time to move on.
Dani swallowed. Sam— Luke —no, damn it, Sam. He'd introduced himself to her as Sam when they first began to play, and Sam he would be until they were done.
By whatever name, he would be a tough one to forget.
But she would do it.
Then she realized he was still watching her. Measuring her. Sizing her up. His mouth curved. "You're scared."
"Of course I'm not. How absurd." With an inelegant snort, she turned away.
He captured her elbow.
"You are," he marveled. "The question is what, exactly, unnerves you." His eyes narrowed. "Sexually you're fearless. You will get down and dirty with anyone anytime, best I can tell."
The crotch of her yoga pants grew wet, as she thought of the men she'd fucked in answer to his challenge.
"So?"
"Let's see…there was Dax the bartender you screwed behind my back in the storeroom…"
"And you didn't get to watch as you'd planned," she smirked. "Still upset about that?"
He didn't respond. "There were the two strangers on the street, one taking you from behind while you sucked his friend's dick and strangers watched from across the street…"
And you watched , she thought. Then I dared you to put your cock inside me, to be bathed in their juices while they watched and jacked off . "And?"
"Jean Paul says hi," he told her, smiling.
The Frenchman who'd been so amazing at eating her pussy…then sucking Sam's dick.
"I can't call you Luke," she interrupted.
"Call me whatever you damn well please," he said, once again stalking her like prey.
She backed away at the dangerous glint in his gaze. The back of her thighs hit the sofa.
He gave her a gentle push, and she fell, her back landing on the soft sofa, her hips still over the arm.
He gripped the waistband of her pants and skinned them down before she could react.
"Jean Paul reminded me that he had the last taste of you. We can't have that."
In an instant, he was
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