I reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, moving in slow motion to reveal every inch. When I finally pulled it over the cast, it dangled from one finger and then fell to the floor. Gemma’s eyes went wide as she roved over my bare skin. I noted her eyes following the lines of all the ink on my right side as it wrapped and swirled up my side, over my chest, and around to my back in one giant piece that had taken over a year to complete.
“Very nice. Next round?” She purred.
“All right, but this time I’m not taking it easy on you. Little cheat…”
She laughed and spun around to face her screen again. I came up beside her and leaned over to start the next program, taking my time with my skin inches away from her.
I loaded a shorter simulation for the second round, my patience running thin. I wanted her topless. Like yesterday.
“Mother fuck…” I growled when it was over.
She’d done it again.
Gemma laughed and the sound floated over to me and made it hard to stay mad. “Pants this time, Rosen. Drop ‘em.”
I stalked back over to her, pushed out of my runners, and left my socks on as I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs and socks.
“Hot,” she said, giggling.
“You’re going down this time,” I warned her, stalking back to her simulator to set the next round.
As I leaned over her, loading the next game, she let her hand run down my side, tracing the ink and stopped at the waist of my boxers. “We’ll see about that. You might be the one headed down south…” she purred.
Holy shit. The woman was going to give me a heart attack.
Before she could continue her teasing, I turned and captured her lips with my mouth. The hint of her dark beer was still lingering there and I drank her in. She wrapped an arm around me and I braced myself with my good arm on the arm of her chair and using my casted hand to wrap around her waist, I pulled her closer.
Gemma moaned as I used the tip of my tongue to spread her lips and sucked in the heat of her tongue. The kiss deepened and I tipped her head back, using the tips of my fingers to pull at the base of her hair. When she was panting and clinging to me, I broke away, and grinned down at her. “Let’s take the tour to the next stop…”
“Not so fast, Rosen,” she breathed. With a tug at the waist of my boxers she glanced up at me. “I need one more round?”
I groaned. “Then we need to up the ante…”
“Really?” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “I guess you are the player.”
I laughed. “Cute.”
“So, what’s the bet?”
“All or nothing,” I said, letting my gaze fall down her body.
“Hmm. Hardly seems fair…I only have one more to win and I’ll get all anyway.”
“Not necessarily. I could drag it out. I still got these,” I said, wiggling my socked toes.
She rolled her eyes but smiled wider. “All right. You got yourself a deal. All or nothing. Fire it up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Within minutes, I was back in my pilot’s chair, every cylinder firing. I had to win.
Defeat was not an option.
“Oh my God! No!”
I burst into a laugh at Gemma’s wail. “That’s right, baby. Come on. Strip.”
I whirled in my chair and watched her slump over her instrument panel, still staring up at the screen that declared me as the winner of our third and final battle. She rallied quickly and popped up out of her seat.
Gemma strode to the center of the small room, just as she’d made me do, and began a slow strip that—if I didn’t know better—would have made me wonder if she’d stripped her way through med school. Every glance, every move, was sexy as hell and even without music, she had a hypnotic rhythm that had my heart racing.
She crossed her arms in front of her and teased me with the slow reveal of her flat stomach, pulling it up and over in slow motion, a teasing look in her eyes. When it was off, she dropped it to her feet, and smiled as she spun around, rolling her hips so her ass made tight circles, before unlatching the back of her simple, black bra. She pivoted again when it was undone and let the straps slide down her arms. I licked my lips, waiting for her to reveal what I already knew were the world’s two most perfect tits.
“Come on, baby, you’re killing me over here,” I told her, my cock screaming for her to hurry up her slow torture. I needed her back in my arms, her skin against mine.