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Man Candy(15)
Author: Melanie Harlow

“Thank you.”

“But I’m still curious.”

“Oh no. Now it’s my turn.”

She looked surprised. “Your turn?”

“I’m curious too. Take off your shirt.”

She laughed. “Not happening, my friend. You had your chance to see my bits and pieces. You turned me down.”

“That was ten years ago.”

“That was ten days ago in my kitchen, and you know it. I dangled no-strings sex, and you didn’t take the bait.”

“Maybe I don’t want no-strings sex.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to see me naked.”

“Chicken.”

She gave me a dirty look. Then she grabbed her sweatshirt by the hem and whipped it over her head.

Oh, fuck.

I turned around and stared.

Her tits were just as perfect as I remembered them in that red bikini—maybe even more perfect. A little bigger, a little rounder, with mouth-watering caramel-colored nipples that begged to be tasted.

“And?” she said, sticking her hands on her hips again. “Satisfied?”

I swallowed hard. My eyes had to be bulging out of my head, and my dick was threatening to bust through my hands like a racehorse out of the gate. Her body was luscious, and I wanted to explore every curve and crevice.

Hell no, I wasn’t satisfied. “Now your pants.”

She gave me a look that said I can’t even with you. “Really? My pants? You don’t want to fuck me, but I have to take off my pants?”

“I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.”

She pretended to think, tapping her lips. “Hmmm. I guess it was implied when you walked out of my apartment without even kissing me.”

“If you win the game, you can name your prize.”

“Ha!” She threw her head back and laughed. Her throat was pale and slender and made me think of more bad things I could do to her. “You think I’ll want to have sex with you as a prize? I’ll play your little game, Quinn Ryder. I’m no chicken. But the size of your ego is staggering.”

“That’s not the only thing.”

Another dirty look.

While she tugged off her pants, I took the opportunity to adjust myself, but the harder I got, the more difficult it was to conceal my dick with my hands.

“There.” She straightened up and threw her pants aside.

My breath caught. She wore tight little shorts that sat low on her voluptuous hips, leopard print edged in black lace.

In my head, a lion roared.

“So,” she said, her eyes full of mischief. “Now what?”

Eight

JAIME

He looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart. But he spoke calmly.

“Come closer.”

I hesitated, then sauntered toward him. I had no idea what we were doing—he was so fucking unpredictable, it drove me nuts—but I was game for where this seemed to be heading.

He didn’t need to know that, though.

I wanted him to suffer a little for the way he’d teased me. If he wanted me the way it appeared he did, why the hell hadn’t he acted like it before?

Men. So annoying.

Was it any wonder I didn’t want to deal with one on a daily basis?

“Here I am.” We faced each other—a standoff. In my bare feet, my head was level with his chest. He had pert nipples the color of wine. My favorite color. “Shall we see who draws first?”

“Pretty sure I have the only weapon in this contest.”

“So let’s see it, big talker.” I cocked my head. “Or are you chicken?”

He smiled—and dropped his hands.

I looked down—and gasped.

I couldn’t help it. There it was, right in front of me, the Dick that Got Away. And it was big and hard and thick. It was one of those pretty ones, too, know what I mean? One of those tall, symmetrical ones planted in a manscaped yard? Figured that Quinn would have a perfect dick. It was probably magical too.

I was dying to play with it.

Lick it like a Popsicle. Suck it like a peppermint. Ride it like a pony.

But I wouldn’t let on.

I met his eyes again, kept my cool. “Impressive.”

“Thank you. Your turn.”

I tapped my cheek with one finger. “Well, now, hold on. I have to think about this. If I don’t drop my panties, you win. I think I need to know what’s at stake here.”

“Meaning?”

“What’s your prize going to be?” I thought for sure he’d say something like a blowjob or butt stuff, so I was shocked when he answered in an entirely different way.

“A date with you.”

I dropped my arms. “A what with me?”

“You heard me. If I win, you have to go out with me—and no sex on the first date.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He smiled. “Nope.”

For fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous. He had a massive erection right now! Why did he want to date me? Couldn’t we just fuck like two normal adults without feelings? He was making this way too complicated.

I shoved my underwear down, kicked them off, and stood up. “I win,” I announced.

“I don’t know about that,” he said, but his eyes were drinking me in, and his cock was jumping between us. “I think I’d call this a draw.”

“So what do we do?” My breath was coming faster. Between the nearness of his naked body, the smell of his skin, and the way he was looking at me, I was about to lose control. Was this on or not?

   
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