Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“On it.” He winked as he ran ahead of me down the stairs.
Cade opened a fresh bottle of red, pouring us each a glass. He placed the board game on the coffee table, and we situated ourselves on the floor.
He took some time to read the instructions inside the box. “This game is pretty simple. You draw a question card, then ask the other person that question. They can either answer it, flirt with you, or submit to a dare. But the dares are written on cards they draw. So you don’t tell them what to do. It’s random.” He tossed the instructions. “It says you can only choose flirt three times per person. The rest have to be answers to questions or dares.”
Secretly a bit nervous to play, I exhaled. “What a stupid game.”
“Right!” He took a drink of wine. “I mean, why play this game when you can be upstairs imagining being Dante’s little pet?”
“I’m not listening to that book anymore.” I grabbed a corn chip. “You ruined it for me.”
Cade rubbed his hands together. “You want to draw a card first, or shall I?”
I shrugged. “I guess I will…” I reached for a card and previewed the question, smirking over at him. “Have you ever made a sex tape?”
“Oh.” He scratched his chin scruff. “I’d have to think about that.”
“What’s there to think about? You either have or haven’t.”
“Yeah, but if I answer, I don’t get to do a dare.”
“Why would anyone want to be dared?” I tossed the card at him. “Just answer the damn question and put yourself out of your misery! Not like it matters one way or the other if you have a sex tape.”
“That takes the fun out of the game.” He paused. “Okay…dare.” He reached over to the dare card stack and drew one. He read it silently and chuckled to himself.
“Read it,” I said.
“Stare into your opponent’s eyes and say something dirty without laughing.” He started to crack up. “Fuck.”
Oh boy.
He kept trying to put on a straight face, but ended up laughing over and over again. I was laughing now, too—laughing at what a goof he was.
Then he cleared his throat, long and hard. He seemed to get his shit together. Cade’s expression turned serious. Very serious. His dark brown eyes seared into mine for several seconds, and you could hear a pin drop. Then, in a low, deep voice, he said, “I would love to fuck the hate you have for me right out of you, Red. Right up against that wall, right now—fuck you over and over until you’re screaming my name and begging me not to stop.”
A chill ran down my spine. That low, gravelly tone made my legs quiver. He could’ve given the guy who narrated my audiobook a run for his money.
I swallowed, trying not to seem affected. “Okay, nicely done. Moving on.”
He set the dare card down, his face a tad red. “I guess it wasn’t dirty enough, because I didn’t offer to slice some guy’s fingers off if he touched you, huh?”
I wouldn’t be admitting that it was plenty dirty and had awakened something inside of me that I didn’t want awakened—not by Cade McMahon, at least. But damn.
“Okay, my turn to ask you a question now,” he said, reaching for a card. He snickered.
I lifted a brow. “What?”
“You’re gonna hate this,” he said, running a hand through his black hair.
“Not sure I can hate this game much more.” I took a gulp of my wine. “So try me.”
His eyes filled with mirth. “How many people have you slept with?”
My jaw dropped. “None of your damn business! They have some nerve asking that question in a stupid game.”
“Welp.” He shrugged. “Your choice. Looks like it’s flirt or dare.”
“No way I’m flirting with your ass, so I guess it’s dare.”
“Okay.” He pointed to the pile of cards. “Draw your dare card, then.”
I took the top one off the pile and read it.
I froze. Oh, hell no.
I slapped the card down on the table. “I need another one.”
“Um…” He waved his index finger back and forth at me. “That’s not how this game is played.”
I crossed my arms. “Well, I’m sorry. I can’t do this one.”
“What the hell is so bad?” He grabbed the card and looked at it.
Take off either your shirt or pants.
CHAPTER 5
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Cade
I wouldn’t have minded seeing some skin.
Especially after the way her green eyes had darkened to gray when I’d told her I wanted to fuck her. She’d felt me, whether she’d ever admit it or not. But as much as I’d enjoy seeing what was underneath the funky clothes she wore, I wouldn’t do that to Daria. Not to any woman. If a woman wanted to take her clothes off for me, it would be her choice. Not some game.