long enough to grab a velvet bag and toss it to one of the other couches. “You guys are up first.” Her voice is breathy, like she’s still fighting off massive distraction.
I’m not sure whether to be sorry my Dom left or sorry he didn’t stay.
After some jostling, the tiny sub on Quint’s lap stands up. She looks down at the strip of paper in her hand, grins at her team, and holds up three fingers.
“Three words.” Her people have clearly done this before.
She flashes three fingers again.
“Third word.”
She motions Quint to stand up with a come-hither look that has half the guys in the room volunteering.
He raises an eyebrow. “Spanking bench.”
Ari hoots beside me. “That’s two words, Quint—learn to count.” She makes it almost through her sentence before she starts squirming again.
I’m damn glad Harlan doesn’t have a remote in his hand. His eyes are trouble enough. And his cute little rule that means I’m going to be thinking about his fingers in my pussy all damn night. Or my first spanking.
I glance his way and see him holding up two fingers.
Fuck. I hope Ari’s squirming enough to cover the fact that I’m not sitting very still either.
The tiny sub sticks her hands in Quint’s lap, first close together, and then moving one out. Measuring an invisible inflating penis.
Emily, sitting primly on the end of the couch, grins. “Elongation.”
Damon laughs so hard from his team couch that he nearly chokes. “Really, sweetheart? Name one song with that in the lyrics.”
The tiny sub swats Damon and motions Emily to repeat her word, and then makes shrinking motions with her hands. Make the word shorter. Emily grins again. “Long. ‘All Night Long’.”
Her whole team piles off the couch for a victory dance, and Quint tosses Emily into the air. “We are so winning this thing.” He looks over at Damon. “I’m keeping her. She’s way too smart for you.”
Emily rolls her eyes and pokes Quint in the ribs. “If you get me spanked again today, I will get even.”
Quint lets go of her like she’s electrocuted him, which has Damon laughing again.
They manage to get themselves under control and back on their couch in some semblance of a well-behaved team, and then it’s our turn. After some elbowing and giggling, Marla pushes herself up and plucks a strip of paper from Ari’s bag. She grins and holds up three fingers and flashes them twice.
I’ve got this. Wedding planners for the win. “Three words, third word.”
She walks over and kisses the man she came with. He pulls her in for a far more thorough kiss, and he doesn’t stick with just her lips.
Ari snorts beside me. “Hot.”
Marla jumps off Jacob, which gets her a swat that mostly misses and a growl that promises this will come back to bite her later. She ignores him and dances over to Doxy and points at her shiny engagement ring, holding one finger in the air.
I say the obvious. “First word. Circle. Ring.”
The guy on the end of our couch looks confused. “‘Circle of Hot’?”
I shake my head. We are so losing this thing. “Do none of you listen to music ever? ‘Ring of Fire’.”
Ari pouts beside me. “Dammit, Scorpio—we wanted to see Marla’s clit ring.”
I don’t even know what that is—and I suddenly realize that the point of this night doesn’t have a whole lot to do with being a good charades player. I suddenly feel like a newbie, and not in a good way.
Marla walks over to Jacob and eases herself into his lap, gasping a little as she sits. Then she winks at me and pulls me right off my ledge of stupid. These people aren’t trying to sideline me—my own ignorance is doing that, but the only one who cares about that is me.
I thought I knew this world, but in this moment, the difference between being a tourist and a resident is excruciatingly clear.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Harlan
T his night is way too fucking long.
My team is so far ahead nobody’s going to catch up, which is
I’m not sure whether to be sorry my Dom left or sorry he didn’t stay.
After some jostling, the tiny sub on Quint’s lap stands up. She looks down at the strip of paper in her hand, grins at her team, and holds up three fingers.
“Three words.” Her people have clearly done this before.
She flashes three fingers again.
“Third word.”
She motions Quint to stand up with a come-hither look that has half the guys in the room volunteering.
He raises an eyebrow. “Spanking bench.”
Ari hoots beside me. “That’s two words, Quint—learn to count.” She makes it almost through her sentence before she starts squirming again.
I’m damn glad Harlan doesn’t have a remote in his hand. His eyes are trouble enough. And his cute little rule that means I’m going to be thinking about his fingers in my pussy all damn night. Or my first spanking.
I glance his way and see him holding up two fingers.
Fuck. I hope Ari’s squirming enough to cover the fact that I’m not sitting very still either.
The tiny sub sticks her hands in Quint’s lap, first close together, and then moving one out. Measuring an invisible inflating penis.
Emily, sitting primly on the end of the couch, grins. “Elongation.”
Damon laughs so hard from his team couch that he nearly chokes. “Really, sweetheart? Name one song with that in the lyrics.”
The tiny sub swats Damon and motions Emily to repeat her word, and then makes shrinking motions with her hands. Make the word shorter. Emily grins again. “Long. ‘All Night Long’.”
Her whole team piles off the couch for a victory dance, and Quint tosses Emily into the air. “We are so winning this thing.” He looks over at Damon. “I’m keeping her. She’s way too smart for you.”
Emily rolls her eyes and pokes Quint in the ribs. “If you get me spanked again today, I will get even.”
Quint lets go of her like she’s electrocuted him, which has Damon laughing again.
They manage to get themselves under control and back on their couch in some semblance of a well-behaved team, and then it’s our turn. After some elbowing and giggling, Marla pushes herself up and plucks a strip of paper from Ari’s bag. She grins and holds up three fingers and flashes them twice.
I’ve got this. Wedding planners for the win. “Three words, third word.”
She walks over and kisses the man she came with. He pulls her in for a far more thorough kiss, and he doesn’t stick with just her lips.
Ari snorts beside me. “Hot.”
Marla jumps off Jacob, which gets her a swat that mostly misses and a growl that promises this will come back to bite her later. She ignores him and dances over to Doxy and points at her shiny engagement ring, holding one finger in the air.
I say the obvious. “First word. Circle. Ring.”
The guy on the end of our couch looks confused. “‘Circle of Hot’?”
I shake my head. We are so losing this thing. “Do none of you listen to music ever? ‘Ring of Fire’.”
Ari pouts beside me. “Dammit, Scorpio—we wanted to see Marla’s clit ring.”
I don’t even know what that is—and I suddenly realize that the point of this night doesn’t have a whole lot to do with being a good charades player. I suddenly feel like a newbie, and not in a good way.
Marla walks over to Jacob and eases herself into his lap, gasping a little as she sits. Then she winks at me and pulls me right off my ledge of stupid. These people aren’t trying to sideline me—my own ignorance is doing that, but the only one who cares about that is me.
I thought I knew this world, but in this moment, the difference between being a tourist and a resident is excruciatingly clear.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Harlan
T his night is way too fucking long.
My team is so far ahead nobody’s going to catch up, which is
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