SoloPlay by Miranda Baker Page A

brought her. “I thought you’d want to get right to work on DoublePlay.” There was no, absolutely no, disappointment in her voice.
    He looked sheepish. “You have to promise not to laugh.”
    Alisa arched one eyebrow.
    “I brought a sex game with me tonight,” he explained with a small grin.
    She burst out laughing. “You mean like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven?”
    “More like truth or dare crossed with the Kama Sutra .” His eyes stroked down the length of her body, striking sparks of sensual memory. “You game?” he asked.
    “Always.”
    He pulled out a pack of cards and cast a colorful, six-sided die onto the table. The red surface of the die was inscribed with the word answer .
    “Up to six can play.” He grinned. “We’ll ignore the colors since it’s just us. The concept is simple. The roll determines what the roller has to do. In this case, I rolled answer so I have to answer a question.”
    “Any question?”
    He nodded. “Or you can pick a card if you can’t think of anything. That’s the kinky part. It can be random and impersonal, or it can be very personal, indeed, depending on who is playing. Go ahead, ask me anything,” he urged.
    “What’s your favorite movie?” she teased, going for an easy one.
    “ Braveheart. ”
    “Why?”
    “Sorry, you only get one question. Your turn.”
    She pouted and rolled the die. It read suck . “Suck what? Are you kidding me? I don’t think this game was meant to be played in public.”
    Mark shrugged. “Take your pick, but remember, this is a family establishment.”
    Alisa took his hand and pressed her cheek to his warm palm. She caught the tip of his pinkie finger between her lips. And sucked.
    His eyes dipped briefly shut, then blazed. Alisa smiled against his hand, letting her tongue flash between his fingers. This was fun.
    Mark quickly palmed the die and rolled stroke .
    His hand touched her arm, fingers caressing the length of her biceps, skating over the thin, silky material of her blouse. Casually, he opened his hand and his thumb grazed her nipple, raising it to a peak. He stroked up and down, bumping her nipple on each pass as he smiled into her eyes. Her head fell back against the booth. She swallowed hard.
    He placed the die in her hand. She dropped it.
    Reveal .
    “Unbutton your blouse,” he whispered. His breath fanned her lips. “Just a few buttons. No one else will see.”
    She slowly unbuttoned three buttons of her blouse and pulled the placket forward so that he could see her breasts, outlined in her lacy bra, through the gap. Anyone else might assume she’d been careless while dressing, but Mark knew, and his eyes glowed with banked heat.
    She leaned forward to grasp the die, allowing her shirt to fall open even more, and he groaned quietly. She handed it to him with a satisfied smile.
    He spun it on the table. Now the die read fantasize . He smiled wickedly. “Oh, that’s easy. In my fantasy, you take me back to your apartment and let me get you naked. But I don’t stop there because I want to touch you. Taste you. Come inside you. I have plans for you tonight.”
    Alisa’s breath stuttered in her throat. The urge to slide into his lap was almost irresistible. Instead, she picked up the die and rolled it across the table.
    Ask.
    One question came to mind. “What do you have in your briefcase?”
    “Vibrating cock rings.”
    Alisa leaned around Mark and flagged down their waiter. “Check, please.”
    They slid out of the booth.
     
     
    She let Mark take her keys out of her hand and unlock the door, enjoying his dominance and the way it aroused her. He urged her into her apartment with one hand on the small of her back. His other hand was already unbuttoning her blouse, using the fabric to pull her up to meet his hard kiss as he kicked the door shut.
    “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said.
    He unfastened the button at her waist and her skirt fell to the floor. She stood in a white thong, a